VENIT DON MINO Church Pzalter and Hymn Book дв 4671 THE Church Psalter and Bymn Book, COMPRISING THE PSALTER, OR PSALMS OF DAVID, TOGETHER WITH THE CANTICLES, POINTED FOR CHANTING; 510 Metrical Hymns, Six Sanctuses, and Nine Responses to the Commandments: THE WHOLE UNITED TO APPROPRIATE CHANTS AND TUNES, FOR THE USE OF CONGREGATIONS AND FAMILIES. BY THE REV. WILLIAM MERCER, M.A., INCUMBENT OF ST. GEORGE'S, SHEFFIELD: ALL THE HARMONIES HAVE BEEN REVISED BY JOHN GOSS, ESQ., COMPOSER TO HER MAJESTY'S CHAPELS ROYAL, AND ORGANIST OF ST. PAUL'S CATHEDRAL, LONDON. Dedicated, by Express Permission, to HIS LATE ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE CONSORT, TO THE MOST RFVEREND THE LORD ARCHBISHOPS OF CANTERBURY AND YORK, ARMAGH AND DUBLIN, AND TO THE RIGHT REVEREND THE LORD BISHOPS OF LONDON, DURHAM, WINCHESTER, PETERBOROUGH, ST. DAVID'S, CHICHESTER, LICHFIELD, ELY, ST. ASAPH, MANCHESTER, HEREFORD, NORWICH, LLANDAFF, BATH AND WELLS, RIPON, BANGOR, ROCHESTER, CARLISLE, WORCESTER, GLOUCESTER AND BRISTOL, AND LINCOLN. Hymns without Music. LONDON: JAMES NISBET AND CO., 21, BERNERS STREET; LAMBORN COCK& CO., 62& 63, NEW BOND STREET. 1873. дв 4611 Uniy.- Bibl. Giessen JOHN CHILDS AND SON, PRINTERS. PREFACE. Ir will be unnecessary for the Compiler of the present volume to occupy any time in enforcing the duty of congregational psalmody. The Church of England does not content herself with simply recognising it, but she requires it of her members; and even those who do not worship within her pale have of late years not only abjured former antipathies and prejudices, but, by their activity in organizing numerous associations for its promotion, have set the Church herself an example which she would do well to follow. He will at once, then, proceed to give a brief explanation of the general object and character of his work. THE GENERAL PLAN OF THE WORK. Its object is to supply congregations, and also families, with a complete manual of all that they are able or may be expected to sing in their collective capacity. It comprises the Prose Psalter, pointed for chanting, with appropriate Chants, 506 Metrical Hymns, with appropriate tunes, six Responses, arranged for different periods of the year, one Sanctus, and two Doxologies. What are called the Metrical Psalms have not a distinct position assigned them, but are incorporated with the Metrical Hymns, for, strictly speaking, that is their proper designation. Certainly, in their present fragmentary and mutilated state, they have no claim to be called" the Psalms of David:" yet, as Metrical Hymns, some of them are admirable, and well fitted for choral purposes. At the same time the number of the Psalm from which each taken is placed alongside the number of the Hymn. iv PREFACE. The music, it will be seen, both in the Prose Psalter and in the Hymn- Book, appears invariably in company with the words, agreeably to the universal usage in our own country in the period succeeding the Reformation, and in modern Germany. The advantages of this arrangement are obvious and manifold. The Clergy are spared the weekly trouble of selecting the tunes: the choice of music inappropriate to the words is avoided: a due variety of chants and tunes is secured: the people know the music they will have to sing, and by practising it at home can become thoroughly familiarized with it; and above all, the melody becomes associated and intertwined in the people's minds with the Psalm or Hymn. The benefit of this last result is incalculable. No sooner is the Hymn given out than the tune starts at the same moment to the The tune suggests the memory, and conversely. Hymn; the Hymn calls to memory the tune. If it be urged, the poor can make no use of the music,-it may be replied, this objection is fast receding before the widely extended range of educational appliances. The elements of music now form an integral portion of instruction in our national schools, and not a few indulge the sanguine hope that a few years will see the poor of this country as able to take the same intelligent part in the common tune" as the poor of Germany. To say the least, the non- musical section of a congregation, if not gainers, yet assuredly will not be losers by the arrangement. They will still have the words, as they had before; whilst, on the other hand, that section which have some knowledge of music will have their position improved; they will have the music as well as the words. The whole of the music is printed in what is commonly called short or compressed score, a mode of arrangement universal in Germany, and rapidly becoming so in England. Short score means the harmony of the four parts or *" Este's collection, at the period of its publication( 1592), was found in every Church pew, and was in general use; for the power of reading from notes was then not rare, but a general acquirement."- Preface to a Collection of Psalm Tunes. PREFACE. V voices( treble, alto, tenor, and bass), written in two instead of four staves. In the upper staff, the treble occupies the higher range, with the stems of the notes upwards, and the alto or second treble the lower range, with the stems downwards. On the lower staff ( with the bass cleff), the tenor occupies the upper, and the bass the lower range, with the stems upwards and downwards respectively. The advantages of this mode of printing chant and psalm music are so numerous and obvious, as to need neither enumeration nor explanation. THE PSALTER. The system of punctuation adopted is that commonly used in our Cathedrals. Great care has been taken to attain the proper coincidence of the musical and rhetorical accent, so as not to sacrifice the one to the other.* The Chants chosen are the best of those in ordinary use in our Cathedrals. Most of them are already well known in our parochial Churches, and consequently will not have to be learnt for the first time. In selecting them, special attention has been paid, first, to the practicability of the reciting note; secondly, to simplicity and ecclesiastical character. It will be seen, moreover, that transitions in the same Chant, from the major to the minor key, and vice versa, have been avoided. When a change in the character of the Psalm required it, another chant has been introduced. THE HYMNS. These are 400 in number. Some may possibly deem this number beyond the requirements of a congregation. It should, however, be borne in mind that it includes some of the Metrical Psalms: not a few, again, are required for occasional use, whilst others have become so enshrined in popular sympathies and affections, that to omit them in any collection would be fatal to its success, however high the authority which endorsed it. In making this selection, the Compiler has most carefully consulted integrity of doctrinal * See" Explanatory Marks of Psalter." + See Second Preface PREFACE. teaching, correctness of rhythm, strength and propriety of phrase and sentiment, comprehensiveness of subject, and the general exigencies of public worship; with what success must be left to the decision of others. All bald and meaningless Hymns have been rigidly excluded. The metres of a few of the Hymns may sound unusual to English ears; but they could not be omitted or altered, save by the sacrifice or mutilation of some of the finest of the German Chorales. Two of these, Hymn 122 and Hymn 381, were composed expressly for the original metres, by the late James Montgomery, Esq., who, for some years before his death, statedly attended the Compiler's Church. It may be added that the present collection was favoured with his most careful examination, and he was pleased to speak in the kindest terms of it. F THE METRICAL TUNES. These consist chiefly of the stately melodies of our own Church, and the finest Chorales of Germany. In selecting them, the Compiler has carefully examined a large number of the best repertories of Psalmody, both English and foreign. He has not felt himself at liberty to reject the least objectionable of the tunes in triple measure, such as Rockingham, Irish, Abridge,& c. They are good in their particular style, though that style may not be pronounced the best: but all tunes of a florid structure and of secular associations are allowed no admission here. The tunes selected are suitable, easy, and methodical in their phrases, symmetrical in their proportions, and, for the most part, syllabic in their partition. Such, doubtless, are the tunes best adapted for the ready, distinct, and simultaneous utterance of the congregational voice. A considerable number of them have already acquired great traditional renown, and an established position in the public favour; and the rest, when once mastered, will be equally appreciated. Some of them, on their first enunciation, may be thought dull and lifeless, and the Clergyman may feel a little hesitation in introducing them, lest he should seem to run counter to his people's predilections. For these the Compiler craves a patient hearing; and for the encouragement of others vii PREFACE. he begs to record the result of his own experience. This he does with the confident assurance that many of his brethren can re- echo his statement as the result of their own. The flippant, complex, and operatic tunes which, alas! still prevail in too many of our Churches, once prevailed in his own. Some of them were quite impracticable to all but trained ears, by their high pitch, broken rhythm, and interminable appoggiaturas. Consequently the singing of the Congregation was partial, irregular, fitful, and impulsive. They sung out only when in the humour, and not unfrequently the people in one part of the Church were a full bar behind those in another. The Compiler sought to remedy the evil by gently and unobtrusively substituting the noble melodies which were composed when psalmody was best understood and most extensively practised. At first they were pronounced heavy and unattractive, and so would the Old Hundredth be pronounced by many modern congregations, if introduced for the first time. He persevered, notwithstanding, quietly yet firmly. Shortly, prejudices began to recede. The people gradually got hold of the tunes; the poor could sing them, and they are now sung with a vigour of voice and purpose which is most refreshing, whilst those who were loudest in their condemnation have become loudest in their praise. It is indeed quite exhilarating to mark the revolution which the public mind is undergoing in their favour. The spurious, crude, irreverent, inartistic productions which have so long occupied the room of their elder brethren, the rightful heirs to the people's confidence and attachment, are rapidly losing the position which they have so unjustly usurped, and probably within twenty years we shall have to celebrate their entire extrusion from the sanctuary. Possibly the number of tunes in this collection( 160) may be thought too great, yet it is considerably below that in constant use in Germany, and amongst many dissenting congregations in our *" Church music," says Dr. Crotch," should contain nothing which recommends itself for its novelty, or reminds us of what is heard at the parade, the concert, and the theatre." viii PREFACE. country. It could not have been reduced without banishing much that was really excellent. It will be found, moreover, upon trial, that the capabilities of a congregation in this department of the service are almost unlimited, when once they have caught the true style; and I may be pardoned if I venture to observe, that those of my brethren who restrict the psalmody of their Churches to a very limited number of chants and tunes, from the fear of their people being unequal to a larger number, are in unwitting error upon this point. It is proved by experience that the periodical recurrence of the same tune, however good, at very brief intervals, is obstructive of congregational singing. The tune, in process of time, loses its freshness, and palls upon the ear, and the people become weary of the perpetual repetition. A compiler of psalm- tunes is bound to provide a sufficiency, not for a short time, but for all times. THE HARMONIES. These have been adopted from the most trustworthy and unimpeachable sources. A few others, as in Eisenach, Halle,& c., which have been simplified from Sebastian Bach, may appear at the first sight difficult; but the difficulty is only in appearance, as the motion of the parts is natural and easy. That there may be no apprehension on the score of accuracy, the Compiler has pleasure in adding that the whole of the Harmonies throughout the entire work have been rigidly revised, and, whenever necessary, corrected and re- arranged, by John Goss, Esq., Composer to Her Majesty's Chapels Royal, and Organist of St. Paul's Cathedral, London. The task could not have been confided to safer or abler hands, and the skill and care which Mr. Goss has brought to it merit my warmest commendation. And it is encouraging to me in my labours for the promotion of a good object, that Mr. Goss authorizes me to add, that the selection itself of Tunes and Chants has his entire approbation. My best thanks are also due to the Rev. W. H. Havergal, Rector of St. Nicholas and Canon of Worcester, PREFACE. 1X for placing at my unfettered disposal the harmonies in his invaluable work, Old Church Psalmody: a reference to the Index of Tunes will show that I have not been sparing in my use of so generous a permission. I have also great pleasure in acknowledging my obligations to the compiler of the Congregational Church Music, and to the editor of The Standard Tune Book, for so kindly permitting me to use the arrangements which I requested of them; and to my able organist, P. Phillips, Esq., whose skill on his instrument is only equalled by his exact taste, for his kindness in rendering me assistance whenever required. THE TABLE OF HYMNS. This is constructed upon the presumption that all the tunes have been mastered. Where this is not the case, the Clergyman can easily draw up a separate index for himself, and use it till the com te index can be brought into full requisition. The peculiar advantage of a tabular index of this kind is, that the Hymns, like the lessons for each Sunday, are known beforehand, and the people, by private or by public practice during the week, can prepare themselves to take their part upon the Sunday. THE PRICE. The Compiler is anxious to offer his work at the very lowest price, consistently with immunity to himself from personal risk. If he be indemnified for actual outlay he will be satisfied; remuneration he desires not, but that arising from the consciousness of having contributed in some humble degree to the right discharge of a great and glorious duty. The work is stereotyped, and the whole of the plates cast from entirely new type; consequently there need be no fear of the supply being exhausted. The Psalter and Hymn- Book can be had separately at proportionably reduced prices.* THE BEST MODE OF USING THE BOOK. It is not in the spirit of dictation, but with the utmost deference, that the Compiler would venture to See Table of Prices. a 2 X PREFACE. offer the following suggestions to those of his brethren who may be disposed to introduce his volume into their Churches. 1. Let the tunes which are well known, and of these there is a considerable number, first be selected and adhered to. By this means deeply rooted predilections would not receive too vehement a shock, a taste for a pure style of psalmody would be formed, and this would pave the way for the use of all the rest. 2. As the service of the domestic altar, to be complete, should have the family Hymn, as well as the family lesson and the family prayer, the heads of families may be encouraged to use at morning and evening prayer, during the week, the Hymns and Tunes which are appointed in the Tabular Index for the following Sunday. The children and servants of the household will thus become familiarized to good Psalm- tunes, and be qualified to sing them with precision, earnestness, and spirit. Domestic psalmody will ever be found to be the best preparation for congregational psalmody. 3. The same plan may be adopted in the National Schools. The tunes which are appointed for the ensuing Sabbath can be used at the opening and close of the school each day: and to this may be superadded a practice of the whole school for one hour at least every week, when the melodies can be taught by the teacher from the black board. The true syllabic Psalm- tune is the only one children can sing with correctness, and they catch it with remarkable facility. 4. If practicable, let the congregation be invited and urged to assemble every week for practice. This method is now extensively adopted by many congregations, both in and out of the Church, and with the happiest effects. These recommendations, systematically and energetically carried out, would soon, the Compiler believes, raise the psalmody of our Church to the high and palmy condition of its most flourishing period. I now commit the book to the blessing of God and the kind consideration of the Church, and I commit it in the degree that it is likely to subserve the glory of the one and the benefit of the other. I deeply lament the X1 prostrate condition of our psalmody. In some of our Churches the chant or tune is never heard; in others it is confined to the clerk or choir; from others Metrical Hymns are violently ejected; whilst again, in others where they are welcomed as an important auxiliary to congregational praise, they are too often allied to a class of melodies which never can permanently carry the sympathies of the people, or effectually draw out the choral powers of a congregation. This comparative neglect of such an important arm of divine service is a source of unspeakable weakness to the Church amongst the masses." The common tune," well and adequately rendered, is relished by the educated as well as the uneducated ear: but to the poor it is essential, and no form of worship will ever be attractive without it. If they find no vent for their feelings in a channel like this within the Church, they will wander in search for it without. Everywhere we hear the complaint that the poor do not appear in any large number at our Churches, and especially in our large towns. Cannot one reason for this be found in the torpor which too often pervades her services? The rich do not sing, the poor dare not, whilst those who resolutely make the effort soon find their voices grow tremulous from being solitary in the work of praise. The plain, practical truth is, the poor have neither the time, ability, nor inclination to examine the numerous and elaborate treatises which have been written to vindicate the Church's claims to their homage and affection; but an earnest, impressive, and devotional worship they can understand: it is an argument which lies quite within their comprehension and feeling. Let the services of the Church be as distinguished by their warmth and vitality as they are by their majesty; let every one lift up his voice in the congregational song and response, and not be afraid; and this, united with the other influences of faithful teaching from the pulpit and diligent visitation in the parish, will, with God's blessing, do more to recover and attach the alienated masses of our population to her courts, than a thousand arguments which appeal mere. PREFACE. xii PREFACE, ly to the understanding or to hereditary prepossessions. It is gratifying to mark the recent efforts for the promotion of pure psalmody; and I hope yet to hear the" common tune" resounding through the lofty aisles of the Cathedral,* uplifted by the worshippers of our parochial Churchest with the grand and consonous unity of former days, and animating the service of every family altar. Above all do I earnestly pray that God may pour the spirit of praise upon our congregations in its richest affluence. This alone, like the incense to the fire of the altar, communicates the sacred odour and distinguishes it from the common element; this alone qualifies for the psalmody of the Church triumphant; and this alone makes the psalmody of earth, however sweet the confluence of sounds, rise an acceptable offering to God." Praise is comely FOR THE UPRIGHT." WILLIAM MERCER. Leavy Greave, Sheffield, Dec. 10, 1854. SECOND PREFACE, It has been suggested to me by individuals whose opinion I felt to be entitled to all deference, that in the previous editions of this Hymn- Book, some of the Church's seasons, and especially that of Lent, were * Cosin, Bishop of Durham, says," he never forbade singing the metre psalms in the Cathedral, but used to sing them himself with the people at morning prayer." Master Thomas Mace's statement respecting the superexcellency of the style in which psalms were sung by immense congregations in York Minster, in 1644, is well known. The fact also is evident from the title of Ravencroft's volume, from Clifford's collection of works" usually sung in all Cathedrals and Collegiate Choirs."( 1664.) +" Immediately," says Bishop Jewel, in a letter to Peter Martyr, 1560," not only the Churches in the neighbourhood, but in the towns far distant, began to vie with each other in the same practice. You may now sometimes see at St. Paul's Cross, after the service, 6000 people, old and young, of both sexes, all singing together and praising God."" Three or four thousand singing at a time in a Church of this city is but a trifle," says Roger Ascham, in a letter from Augsburg, dated 14th May, 1551. + Hawkins, in his history, mentions that" the time is hardly beyond the reach of some persons living when psalmody was considered a delightful exercise," and that" a passenger on a Sunday evening, from St. Paul's to Aldgate, would have heard the families in most houses in his way occupied in singing psalms. xiii but inadequately represented, whilst some of its occasional offices were altogether unprovided for. The suggestion was accompanied by a kind intimation that the addition of 100 Hymns would make the book complete, and all that they could desire. In the suggestion itself I entirely concurred; and no opportunity for carrying it out seemed so suitable as the present, when a considerable number of congregations were waiting for a new edition in order to be supplied. PREFACE. The present Editions contain 106 additional hymns. In selecting these, I have carefully examined every known source which appeared to me worth the trouble, and especially the Protestant Hymnology of Germany, rich beyond description in the number, variety, and value of its stores. A large proportion of the new Hymns consists of its choicest gems. Of these, not a few are from the pen of earlier translators: for the remainder I am chiefly indebted to the kindness of living translators. War In acknowledging the services of the latter, I have to thank very sincerely Miss Coxe, of Oxford, for Hymns 163, 401, 455, 461, 462; the Rev. E. Jackson, Incumbent of St. James', Leeds, for Hymn 319; and the Rev. H. G. Bunsen, Vicar of Lilleshall, for Hymn 105. Upon the kindness of R. Massie, Esq., of Pulford Hall, Wrexham, I have drawn very largely. Not only has he allowed me to enrich my collection with some of the finest hymns of Luther, from his Spiritual Songs of Luther," but he has translated a large number of other German Hymns expressly for this work. The former are Hymns 64, 104, 142, 143, 481: the latter, Hymns 92, 93, 106, 135, 161, 185, 404, 436, 463, 482, 500, 501, 502, 504, 506. 66 Some of the German Hymns may be considered of too great length for English congregations. This inconvenience has been obviated by dividing them, when necessary, into two or more parts. One of the ablest judges of the day, in a communication with which he has favoured me, says," I think it is a great pity to leave out verses of Hymns, if it x.v PREFACE. can by any means be avoided. Every clergyman can choose as many verses as he likes. The one likes this; the other, that. Again, in altering words I think that great care should be taken. The way hitherto has been to cut, eliminate, alter, change ,and thus wholly destroy the Hymn as it came forth out of the mind of the author." In this view I perfectly concur, and accordingly, in the present edition, I have bestowed the greatest pains in revising the text, and, when necessary or desirable, restoring it to its original integrity. This has occasioned the transfer of a few Hymns, and amongst others, of Hymn 266( see Hymn 487) and Hymn 230( see Hymn 65), one of the finest of Paul Gerhardt's. The Psalter, as well as the Hymn- Book, has under gone a thorough revision, and, at the instance of some friends, has been furnished with additional marks, so as to remove every difficulty that may possibly arise in its musical interpretation. Both editions, large and small, exactly correspond. The additional music which I have felt it necessary to select, has, of course, been submitted to the revision of Mr. Goss. Some of my brethren have expressed a doubt whether the music can be of any use to the poorer members of their flocks. Experience may, perhaps, be allowed to decide the point. In the Churches where the work is already introduced, so far as I have been given to understand, the poor are as partial to the music as to the Hymns; and even assuming that many of the present generation of adult poor can benefit but little by it, yet their children will. By being familiarized from their infancy, in the Church and in the school, to the sight of a given number of notes, they will gradually acquire the use of them, and so be enabled to take a more intelligent part in the choral praises of the congregation. To this may be added, that the low price at which the small edition is offered, will place it within the reach of the humblest means. The testimonies I have received, from time to time, PREFACE. XV from those of my brethren who have adopted the book into their Churches, as to the improvement already effected in their congregational singing, have been peculiarly gratifying. I am glad to be able to say that though 64 pages have been added to the work in each edition, I find I am under no necessity of adding to the price: the best proof, I trust, I can give of my anxiety to serve the Church, without any view to personal emolument. In conclusion, I may be permitted to say that, in selecting the Hymns I have sought to lay aside every party or personal predilection. Whenever I found a really good hymn- a hymn in harmony with the teaching of Scripture and of the Church, calculated to aid public or private devotion, to promote the honour and glory of Christ and the good of his people, whatever might be its source, ancient, mediæval, or modern, I thankfully adopted it. I would add that, however gratifying it might be to me personally to witness the extensive adoption of this work, on which I have spent so large an amount of time and labour, yet I hope and desire it only in the proportion it is likely to serve the great ends to which I have alluded. WILLIAM MERCER. Leavy Greave, Dec. 5, 1856. - X.V PREFACE. can by any means be avoided. Every clergyman can choose as many verses as he likes. The one likes this; the other, that. Again, in altering words I think that great care should be taken. The way hitherto has been to cut, eliminate, alter, change ,and thus wholly destroy the Hymn as it came forth out of the mind of the author." In this view I perfectly concur, and accordingly, in the present edition, I have bestowed the greatest pains în revising the text, and, when necessary or desirable, restoring it to its original integrity. This has occasioned the transfer of a few Hymns, and amongst others, of Hymn 266( see Hymn 487) and Hymn 230( see Hymn 65), one of the finest of Paul Gerhardt's. The Psalter, as well as the Hymn- Book, has under.. gone a thorough revision, and, at the instance of some friends, has been furnished with additional marks, so as to remove every difficulty that may possibly arise in its musical interpretation. Both editions, large and small, exactly correspond. The additional music which I have felt it necessary to select, has, of course, been submitted to the revision of Mr. Goss. Some of my brethren have expressed a doubt whether the music can be of any use to the poorer members of their flocks. Experience may, perhaps, be allowed to decide the point. In the Churches where the work is already introduced, so far as I have been given to understand, the poor are as partial to the music as to the Hymns; and even assuming that many of the present generation of adult poor can benefit but little by it, yet their children will. By being familiarized from their infancy, in the Church and in the school, to the sight of a given number of notes, they will gradually acquire the use of them, and so be enabled to take a more intelligent part in the choral praises of the congregation. To this may be added, that the low price at which the small edition is offered, will place it within the reach of the humblest means. The testimonies I have received, trom time to time, PREFACE. XV from those of my brethren who have adopted the book into their Churches, as to the improvement already effected in their congregational singing, have been peculiarly gratifying. I am glad to be able to say that though 64 pages have been added to the work in each edition, I find I am under no necessity of adding to the price: the best proof, I trust, I can give of my anxiety to serve the Church, without any view to personal emolument. In conclusion, I may be permitted to say that, in selecting the Hymns I have sought to lay aside every party or personal predilection. Whenever I found a really good hymn- a hymn in harmony with the teaching of Scripture and of the Church, calculated to aid public or private devotion, to promote the honour and glory of Christ and the good of his people, whatever might be its source, ancient, medieval, or modern, I thankfully adopted it. I would add that, however gratifying it might be to me personally to witness the extensive adoption of this work, on which I have spent so large an amount of time and labour, yet I hope and desire it only in the proportion it is likely to serve the great ends to which I have alluded. WILLIAM MERCER. Leavy Greave, Dec. 5, 1856. THIRD PREFACE. THE present Editions contain a few alterations, which have been made at the special instance of some earnest well- wishers to the work. I felt, moreover, that its recent introduction into St. Paul's Cathedral, at the Special Evening Services, laid me under an additional obligation to render the book as perfect as human care could make it. One Hymn( 87) has been transferred, and one( 100) eliminated: two Hymns( 15 and 411) have been partially recast, and three added at the end: these are the principal alterations in the text of the Hymn Book. The whole of the music, with the exception of two tunes( Coburg or Christmas Hymn, and Gotha) composed by H. R. H. the Prince Consort, and inserted by his gracious permission, has undergone another and most anxious revision by Mr. Goss. The harmonies may now safely be pronounced to be no longer susceptible of improvement. Some valuable suggestions kindly tendered by the Dean of St. Paul's, I have gladly adopted. To quiet unnecessary alarm, I ought to add that the alterations, whilst they greatly promote the general serviceableness of the work, will interfere only in a very slight degree with the use of the Editions already in circulation. And to obviate as far as possible any little inconvenience that may occur, printed copies of the alterations will, on application, be furnished gratuitously to the Clergy of those Churches which have already adopted the work. I am fully sensible of the strong repugnance which. many naturally feel to the slightest changes in a work PREFACE. xvii like the present, and I can thoroughly enter into the feeling. At the same time it is my firm conviction that the alterations which I have ventured to make will, in a very short time, be viewed with approbation, even by those who at first were disposed only to think of the inconvenience resulting from them. I can only add, that, as it was with great reluctance I admitted the necessity of a revision, so it is with a fixed resolution that this shall be final. Having now laboured conscientiously and without fear of man to do my best for the work, I once more commend it to God's good blessing, and the Church's kind consideration. WILLIAM MERCER. Feb. 3, 1859. Proper Psalms on certain Days. Christmas Day. Ash Wednesday. Good Friday. Easter Day. Ascension Day. Whit Sunday. 1. 2. 3. 4. Morning. 1, 220, 27. 171, 7, 15. 304, 10, 32. 19, 292, 170. Matins. Psalm 19 45 85 6 32 1.| 438, 210, 2( 3). 2. 44, 8, 295. 51. 55, 45. 1 38 22 40 54 2 57 111 Hymns proper for Sundays and other Holy Days. SUNDAYS OF ADVENT. 8 15 21 48 68 EPIPHANY. 1 Evensong. Psalm 89 110 132 102 130 143 CHRISTMAS DAY. 39, 38, 40. 1 20, 37, 39( 2). SUNDAYS AFTER CHRISTMAS. 211, 228, 429. 102, 229, 249. Evening. 69 88 36, 5, 18. 35( or 12), 2, 175. 30, 14, 221. 47, 378, 60. 46, 57, 49. 113 114 118 24 47 108 104 145 HYMNS FOR SUNDAYS AND OTHER HOLY DAYS. SUNDAYS AFTER EPIPHANY. Evening. Morning. 1. 46, 241, 45. 2. 58, 105, 376. 3. 51, 49, 217. 4. 245,364( or 374), 379. 5. 6. 297, 267, 377. 230, 36( 1), 15. 1. 2. 3. 193, 244, 319. 333, 325, 84. 65, 61, 70. SEPTUAGESIMA. 1 403, 152, 168. ASH 13, 57, 56. 127, 235, 503. 305( 2), 381, 362. 255, 260, 265. SEXAGESIMA. 1 1. 62, 74, 61. 2. 454, 78, 64. 3. 172, 250, 223. 4. 369, 85, 89. 5. 72, 280,( 1) 228. 6. 75, 287, 83. 329, 122, 17. 187, 27, 276. 188, 251, 170. QUINQUAGESIMA. 1 117, 303, 357. 102, 115, 106( 2). 339, 125, 370. 352, 236, 136. 4. 204, 146, 144. 5. 346, 96, 119. 28, 120, 242. WEDNESDAY. | 62, 75, 79. SUNDAYS IN LENT. 68, 76. 254, 237, 220. 65, 215, 263. 296, 87, 361( or 93),( 2). 275, 364( or 87), 79. 82, 88, 312. GOOD 86, 91, 92( 1). 1 EASTER DAY. 97, 94, 104( or 108).| 98, 122, 104( 2). FRIDAY. 308, 90, 313. SUNDAYS AFTER EASTER. 130, 15, 132. 380, 219, 212. 279, 122, 106( 2). 124, 297, 114. 298, 169, 160. HYMNS FOR SUNDAYS AND OTHER HOLY DAYS. ASCENSION DAY. Morning. 11, 116, 118. Evening. | 126, 135, 100. ASCENSION. 134, 107, 94. SUNDAY AFTER 121, 123( or 229), 122.| WHIT- SUNDAY. 138, 142, 137. | 139, 303( or 143), 139. TRINITY SUNDAY. 157( or 164), 166, 156.| 162, 163, 170. TRINITY. 192, 206( or 351), 504. 502, 243, 162. 340, 165, 247. 271, 273, 277. 191, 268, 270. 353, 136. 209, 28, 313. 145, 25( or 196), 198. 256, 106, 264. 132, 81, 150. 503, 297, 232. 502, 63, 302. 52, 269, 337. 332, 355, 350. 275( or 454), 296, 167. 280, 288, 300. 349, 394, 155. 417, 233, 105. 335, 15, 354. 343, 294, 320( or 504). 19, 156, 246. 388, 299, 362. 375, 89, 24. 211, 381, 185. 319, 378, 326. SUNDAYS AFTER 1. 207, 31, 298. 2. 186, 159, 238. 3. 336, 224, 257( or 411). 281( or 330), 161, 105. 5. 117, 54, 381. 6. 231, 322, 120. 7. 172, 161, 77. 8. 189, 203, 154. 9. 347, 265, 395. 10. 222, 382, 43. 11. 500, 53, 16. 12. 354, 92, 26. 13. 387, 252, 57. 14. 253, 140, 423. 15. 179, 216, 256. 16. 342, 290, 271. 17. 65, 21, 351. 18. 500, 265, 261. 19. 501, 221, 316. 20. 199, 87, 122. 21. 348, 255, 185. 22. 143, 291, 297. 23. 356, 183, 312. 24. 256, 59, 135. 25. 181, 131, 272. CONTENTS. Advent, 1-37, 47, 64, 221, 280, 378, 430. Christmas, 37-41, 2, 8, 15, 18, 20. Circumcision, 41-45, 21, 412, 413, 414, 452. Epiphany, 45-61, 13, 15, 17, 122, 268, 375-382, 493. Lent, 61-82, 135, 222-238, 254-265, 279, 280, 288, 298, 307, 308, 401-408, 416, 417, 419, 423, 424, 430, 436, 441, 445. Week before Easter, 82-93, 134, 136, 211-221, 312-316, 401-408, 430. Easter Eve, 93, 88, 282, 307, 319. Easter, 94-115. War, 363. Rogation Days, Food, 366, 367, 369, 370, 371, 372, 395. Church, 270, 303, 304, 305. Ascension, 116-137, 26, 279, 280, 319, 351, 428, 446, 480. Whitsuntide, 137-156, 303, 36, 325, 425, 426, 431. Trinity Sunday, 156-170, 14, 278, 279( Pt. III.), 425, 450. Miscellaneous Subjects:I. Scripture, 170-177, 165. II. Attributes of God, 177-193. 1 III. Creation, 193-195, 22, 170, 188, 352. IV. Providence, 196-207, 59, 179, 190, 259, 351. V. Redemption, 207-222, 400-417. See Advent,& c. VI. The Christian Life, 222-266, 404, 409, 410, 411, 416, 417453. VII. The Church, 266-278, 13, 51, 56, 299, 327, 353, 381, 450 ( Part II.). Saints' Days, 280-303, 266, 272, 275, 276, 277, 487. Ember Days, 303-306, 48, 52, 55, 56, 289, 290, 381, 440. CONTENTS. Baptism, 306, 307, 41, 42, 155, 292, 450, 455 Holy Communion, 308-318, 456-458. Confirmation, 319, 320, 24, 42, 246, 263, 290, 305 ( Part II.), 428, 434-438, 453, 458-460. Order of Matrimony, 462. XXIV To be used at Sea, 464-467, 468, 7, 184, 201, 202. Visitation of the Sick, 467-483, 20, 47, 68, 71, 76, 128, 165, 199, 219, 201, 215, 256, 259, 265, 271, 274, 301, 443. Burial of the Dead, 320-325, 28, 29, 76, 104, 131, 272, 274, 301, 470, 476, 479, 480, 481, 482. Lord's Day and Public Worship, 325-354, 1, 6, 11, 47, 51, 52, 60, 95, 105, 138, 143, 151, 161, 169, 297, 303, 304, 316, 387, 388, 454. Accession, 113, 373, 374, 499. Morning and Evening, 354-363, 442, 500-506. Fast Day, 363-368, 35, 54, 87, 177, 206, 254, 262. Thanksgiving Day, 368-373, 59, 117, 122, 192, 196, 201, 297, 327, 381. Harvest, 368, 371, 372, 463. Fifth of November, 373, 374, 113, 376, 381. Missions, 375-382, 14, 15, 122, 124, 170, 295, 337, 493. See Epiphany. Missions to the Jews, 383, 43, 52, 56, 64, 73, 81, 122, 124, 268, 376, 381. Schools, 383-387, 4, 41, 42, 138, 173, 263, 318. Foundation, Consecration, and Anniversary of a Church, 387-390, 51, 327, 330, 331, 341, 345, 353. Benefit Societies, 390-396, 422, 451, 452. Birth Day, 196, 29, 28, 221. Different Circumstances of Life, 494-500. Future State, 119, 128, 272, 273, 279, 483-492. End of the Year, 396-401.506. ADVENT. 1 Baden. 1 HOSANNA to the Living Lord! Hosanna to th' Incarnate Word! To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King, Let earth, let heaven, hosanna sing! Hosanna in the highest! Hosanna, Lord! Thine angels cry: Hosanna, Lord! Thy saints reply: Above, beneath us, and around, The dead and living swell the sound; Hosanna in the highest! 3 0 Saviour! with protecting care, Be with us in Thy house of prayer, Assembled in Thy sacred Name, Where we Thy parting promise claim; Hosanna in the Highest! 4 But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast, Eternal! bid Thy Spirit rest, And make our secret soul to be A temple pure, and worthy Thee; Hosanna in the highest! ال et P.M. 5 So, in the last and dreadful day, When earth and heaven shall melt away, Thy flock, redeem'd from sinful stain; Shall swell the sound of praise again; Hosanna in the highest! B 1 2 1 2 3 4 5 ADVENT. Bangor. ARISE, my soul, arise, Thy Saviour's Sacrifice! All the names that love could find, All the forms that love could take, Jesus in himself hath joined, Thee, my soul, his own to make. 6,6,7,7,7,7. Equal with God Most High, He laid his glory by; He, the eternal God, was born, Man with men he deigned to appear, Object of his creature's scorn, Pleased a servant's form to wear. Hail! everlasting Lord, Divine, incarnate Word! Thee let all my powers confess; Thee my latest breath proclaim; Help, ye angel- choirs, to bless, Chant the loved Immanuel's name! Fruit of a virgin's womb, The promised Blessing's come; Christ, the fathers' hope of old, Christ, the woman's conquering Seed, Christ, the Saviour, long foretold, Born to bruise the serpent's head. Jesus, to thee I bow! The Almighty's Fellow thou! Thou, the Father's only Son; Pleased he ever is in thee; Just and holy thou alone, Full of grace and truth for me, PART II. 1 HIGH above every name, Jesus, the Great I AM! 2 3 4 1 2 ADVENT. Bows to Jesus every knee, Things in heaven, and earth, and hell; Saints adore him, demons flee, All proclaim Immanuel. He left his throne above, Emptied of all but love:" Whom the heavens cannot contain, God, vouchsafed a worm to appear, Lord of Glory, Son of Man, Poor, and vile, and abject here. His own on earth he sought, His own received him not; Him a sign by all blasphemed, Outcast and despised of men, Him they all a madman deemed, Bold to scoff the Nazarene. Hail, Galilean King! Thy humble state I sing; Never shall my triumphs end; Hail, derided Majesty! Jesus, hail! the sinner's Friend, Friend of Publicans, and me. - PART III. JESU, my God and King, Thy regal state I sing: Thou, and only thou, art great, High thine everlasting throne: Thou, the Sovereign Potentate, Blest, immortal, thou alone. Essay our choicest strains, The King Messiah reigns! Tune your harps, celestial choir, Joyful all your voices raise; Christ, than earth- born monarchs higher, Sons of men and angels praise. 3 3 4 4 6 ADVENT. Hail your dread Lord and ours, oll Dominions, thrones, and powers! Source of power, He rules alone: Veil your eyes, and prostrate fall; Cast your crowns before his throne, Hail the Cause, the Lord of all! Let earth's remotest bound With echoing joys resound; Christ to praise let all conspire; Praise doth all to Christ belong: Shout, ye first- born sons of fire; Earth, repeat the glorious song. Worthy, O Lord, art thou, That every knee shall bow, Every tongue to thee confess; Universal nature join, Strong and mighty thee to bless, Gracious, merciful, benign. Justice and truth maintain Thine everlasting reign: One with thine Almighty Sire, Partner of an equal throne, King of saints, let all conspire. Gratefully thy sway to own. ALL 3 St. George's. C.M. 1 HARK, the glad sound! the Saviour comes, Let The Saviour promised long! every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song. 2 He comes, the prisoners to release, In Satan's bondage held; the inte The gates of brass before him burst, The iron fetters yield. ADVENT. 3 He comes, from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray, And on the eye- balls of the bind To pour celestial day. 4 He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure, And with the riches of his grace To bless the humble poor. 5 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim, And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name! 4 St. George's. 1 HOSANNA! raise the pealing hymn, To David's Son and Lord; With cherubim and seraphim Exalt th' Incarnate Word. 2 Hosanna! Sovereign, Prophet, Priest, How vast thy gifts- how free! Thy blood our life- thy word our feastThy name our only plea. C.M. 3 Hosanna! Master, lo! we bring Our offerings to thy throne; Not gold, nor myrrh, nor mortal thing, But hearts to be thine own. 4 Hosanna! once thy gracious ear Approved a lisping throng: Be gracious still, and deign to hear Our poor but grateful song. 5 0 Saviour, if, redeemed by Thee, Thy temple we behold; Hosannas, through eternity, We'll sing to harps of gold! 5 5 ADVENT. Konigsberg. 1 Оn, how shall I receive thee, How greet thee, Lord, aright? All nations long to see thee, My hope, my heart's delight! Oh, kindle, Lord most holy, D. 7,6's. Thy lamp within my breast, To do in spirit lowly All that may please thee best. 2 Thy Zion palms is strewing, And branches fresh and fair; My heart, its powers renewing, An anthem shall prepare: My soul puts off her sadness Thy glories to proclaim; With all her strength and gladness She fain would serve thy name. 3 I lay in fetters groaning, Thou com'st to set me free! I stood, my shame bemoaning, Thou com'st to honour me! A glory dost thou give me, A treasure safe on high, That will not fail nor leave me, As earthly riches fly. 4 Love caused thy incarnation, Love brought thee down to me; Thy thirst for my salvation Procured my liberty Oh, love beyond all telling! That led thee to embrace, Oh, love all love excelling! Our lost and fallen race! 8 5 Rejoice, then, ye sad- hearted, Who sit in deepest gloom, Who mourn o'er joys departed, t And tremble at your doom: He only who can cheer you, Is standing at the door; He brings his pity near you, And bids you weep no more. German Hymn. 6 ADVENT. 1 COME, thou high and lofty Lord, Lowly, meek, incarnate Word; Humbly stoop to earth again; Come and visit sinful men! 2 Jesus, we thy promise claim; We are gathered in thy Name; In the midst do thou appear: Manifest thy presence here. 3 Sanctify us, Lord, and bless; Breathe thy Spirit, give thy peace; Come and dwell within each heart; Light, and life, and joy impart. 4 Make us all in Thee complete; Make us all for glory meet ,Meet to stand in thy pure sight, Partners with the saints in light. 7 German Hymn. 1 IN the sun, and moon, and stars, Signs and wonders there shall be, Earth shall quake with inward wars, Nations with perplexity. 7's. 2 Soon shall ocean's hoary deep, Toss'd with stronger tempests, rise; Wilder storms the mountains sweep, Louder thunder rock the skies. 7's. 7 3 Dread alarms shall shake the proud, Pale amazement, restless fear; And, amid the thunder- cloud, Shall the Judge of men appear. 4 But though from his awful face. Heaven shall fade and earth shall fly, Fear not ye, his chosen race, Your redemption draweth nigh. German Hymn. ADVENT. 1 BRIGHT and joyful is the morn, For to us a child is born; 9 2 On his shoulder he shall bear Power and majesty; and wear On his vesture and his thigh, Names most awful, names most high. 1 From the highest realms of heaven Unto us a Son is given. 3 Wonderful in counsel, He, The incarnate Deity, Sire of ages ne'er to cease, King of kings, and Prince of Peace. 4 Come and worship at his feet; Yield to Christ the homage meet; From his manger to his throne, Homage due to God alone! German Hymu. 8 7's. Now begin the heavenly theme, Sing of mercy's healing stream! Ye, who Jesu's kindness prove, Sing of his redeeming love. 2 Ye, who see the Father's grace Beaming in the Saviour's face; As to Canaan on ye move, Praise and bless redeeming love. 7's. ADVENT. 3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears, Banish all your guilty fears; See your guilt and curse remove, Cancelled by redeeming love. 4 Welcome, all by sin opprest, Welcome to his sacred rest: Nothing brought him from aboveNothing but redeeming love. 10 Ps. exlix. anober. 10,10,11,11 1 ОH, PRAISE ye the Lord! Prepare your glad voice, Among all his saints, His praises to sing: In Christ our Redeemer Let Israel rejoice, And children of Zion Be glad in their King. 2 From death and from hell, Redeemed by his grace, In hymns and in songs His praises express; Who soon in his glory His servants will place, And with his salvation The humble will bless. 3 Then let them declare, That sin to destroy, And men to redeem, The Son of God came: Such honour and triumph His saints shall enjoy; Oh therefore, for ever Exalt his great name! B 2 9 11 10 ADVENT. 4 By angels in heaven, Of every degree, And saints upon earth, All praise be addressed, ( As it has been, now is, And always shall be), To God in Three Persons, One God, ever blest. 10, 10, 11, 11. Hanover. 1 YE servants of God, Your Master proclaim, And publish abroad His wonderful name; The name all victorious Of Jesus extol; His kingdom is glorious, And rules over all. 2 God ruleth on high, Almighty to save, And still he is nigh, His presence we have; The great congregation His triumph shall sing, Ascribing salvation To Jesus our King. 3 Salvation to God, Who sits on the throne, Let all cry aloud, And honour the Son: The praises of Jesus The angels proclaim; Fall down on their faces, And worship the Lamb. ADVENT. 4 Then let us adore, nol a c? S And give him his right; bae All glory and power, And wisdom and might; All honour and blessing With angels above, And thanks never ceasing, And infinite love. 12 P.M. Truro. 1 FROM Jesse's root behold a Branch arise, Whose sacred flower with fragrance fills the skies; Th' ethereal Spirit o'er its leaves shall move, And on its top shall rest the mystic Dove. 2 The Saviour comes! by ancient seers foretold; Hear Him, ye deaf; and all ye blind, behold. He, from thick films shall purge the visual ray; And on the sightless eye- ball pour the day. 3 He the obstructed paths of sound shall clear, And bid new music charm the unfolding ear; The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe. 4 No sigh, no murmur, the wide world shall hear, From every face He wipes off every tear; In adamantine chains shall death be bound, And hell's fierce tyrant feel th' eternal wound. 13 Truro. P.M. 1 RISE, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise! Exalt thy towering head and lift thine eyes; See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee in a flood of day! 11 ADVENT. 2 See a long race thy spacious courts adorn, See future sons and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks, on every side arise. Demanding life, impatient for the skies. 3 See barbarous nations at thy gates attend, Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend! See thy bright altars thronged with prostrate kings, While every land its joyous tribute brings. 4 The seas shall waste, the skies to smoke decay, Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away; But fixed his word, his saving power remainsThy realm shall last, thy own Messiah reigns. D.L.M. 14 Lambeth. 1 THE mighty gates of earth unbar, For lo! one cometh from afar! The King of kings is drawing near, The Saviour of the world is here! Life, health, salvation he doth bring, Lift up your voice, with triumph sing, Praise, O my God, all praise to thee, A My Maker, wise is thy decree. 2 The Lord is just, a helper tried, On wings of mercy loves to ride; His kingly crown is holiness, His sceptre pity, swift to bless: The end of all our woes he brings, Wherefore the earth with triumph sings, Praise, O my God, all praise to thee, My Saviour, great thy victory. 3 Oh, blest the city, blest the land Who yield them to this king's command! Oh, blest the hearts, set free from sin, To whom this monarch enters in! 12 ADVENT. The Sun of joy is he, who brings The light of healing on his wings: Praise, O my God, all praise to thee, A My Comforter eternally. 4 Unbar the gates, make plain his way, In godliness your souls array; A temple in your hearts prepare, Adorned with love, and joy, and prayer So shall your Sovereign enter in, And richest blessings with him bring: Praise, O my God, all praise to thee, For counsel, work, and grace so free. 5 Come, O my Saviour, Christ, to me, I open wide my heart to thee; Oh! enter in thy mercy here, In gentlest love to me appear; Thy Spirit guide and lead us on Until we reach thy glorious throne: Praise to thy Name, all praise be given On earth and in the highest heaven. 15 Frankfort. 1 How bright appears the morning- star, With mercy beaming from afar! The host of heaven rejoices! P.M. O righteous Branch! O Jesse's Rod! Thou Son of man, and Son of God! We too will lift our voices. Jesu! Jesu! Holy, holy! yet most lowly! Draw thou near us: Great Immanuel! stoop and hear us. 2 Though circled by the hosts on high, He deigned to cast a pitying eye Upon his helpless creature; 13 ADVENT. The whole creation's Head and Lord, By highest seraphim adored, Assumed our very nature: Jesus, grant us, Through thy merit, to inherit Thy salvation; Hear, oh hear, our supplication! 3 Then will we to the world make known The love thou hast to outcasts shown In calling them before thee: And seek each day to be more meet To join the throng who at thy feet Unceasingly adore thee. Living, dying, From thy praises, mighty Jesus, Shrink we never. Sing we forth thy love for ever. 4 Rejoice, ye heavens, thou earth, reply! With praise, ye sinners, fill the sky! For this his incarnation! Incarnate God, put forth thy power, Ride on, ride on, great Conqueror, w Till all know thy salvation; Amen, amen! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Praise be given Evermore by earth and heaven. 16 St. John's. 1 LOVE divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven to earth come down! Fix in us thy humble dwelling, All thy faithful mercies crown; 14 D. 8,7's. ADVENT. Jesus! thou art all compassion, Pure, unbounded love thou art; Visit us with thy salvation, Enter every longing heart. 2 Come, Almighty to deliver, Let us all thy life receive! Suddenly return, and never, Never more thy temples leave! Thee we would be always blessing, Serve thee as thine hosts above; Pray, and praise thee without ceasing, Glory in thy precious love. 3 Finish then thy new creation, Pure, unspotted may we be: Let us see our whole salvation Perfectly secured by thee! Changed from glory into glory, Till in heaven we take our place; Till we cast our crowns before thee, Lost in wonder, love, and praise. 17 St. John's. D. 8,7's. 1 LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling Borders on the shades of death, Come, and, all thy love revealing, Dissipate the clouds beneath: The new heaven and earth's Creator! In our deepest darkness rise, Scattering all the night of nature, Pouring day upon our eyes. 2 Still we wait for thine appearing: Life and joy thy beams impart, Chasing all our fears, and cheering Every poor benighted heart. 15 ADVENT. Come, and manifest the favour God hath for our ransomed race. Come, thou universal Saviour! Manifest thy wondrous grace. 3 Save us in thy great compassion, Oh thou mild, pacific Prince! Give the knowledge of salvation, Give the pardon of our sins: By thine all- restoring merit Every burdened soul release; Every weary, wandering spirit Guide into thy perfect peace. 18 St. John's. 1 COME, Redeemer, blessed Jesus! Born to set thy people free; From our sins and fears release us, Let us find our rest in thee. Israel's strength and consolation, Hope of all the earth thou art; Dear desire of every nation, Joy of every humble heart. 2 Born thy people to deliver, Born a child, and yet a King, d I Born to reign supreme for ever, Now thy gracious kingdom bring! By thine own Eternal Spirit Rule in all our hearts alone! By thine all- sufficient merit. Raise us to thy glorious throne. St. Werbergh's. 19 1 Lo! He comes with clouds descending, Once for favoured sinners slain, Thousand thousand saints attending, Swell the triumph of his train; 16 D. 8.7's. 8.7.4. ADVENT. Hallelujah! Mortals! catch their joyful strain. 2 Every eye shall now behold him, Robed in dreadful majesty; Those who set at nought and sold him, Pierced and nailed him to the tree, Deeply wailing, Shall the true Messiah see. 3 Blest redemption, long expected! See! his solemn pomp to share, All his saints by man rejected, Rise to meet him in the air! Hallelujah! See, the Son of God is there. 4 Yea, Amen! let all adore thee, High on thine eternal throne: Saviour, worlds bow down before thee, Claim the kingdoms for thine own: Hallelujah! Come and make thy glories known. 20 St. Ann's. 1 0 SAVIOUR! whom that holy morn Gave to our world below; To mortal want and labour born, And more than mortal woe; 2 Incarnate Word! by every grief, By each temptation tried, Who lived to yield our ills relief, And to redeem us died; 3 If gaily clothed and proudly fed In dangerous wealth we dwell, Remind us of thy manger bed And lowly cottage cell. C. M. ADVENT. 4 If prest by poverty severe În anxious want we pine, Oh, may thy Spirit whisper near, A poorer lot was thine. 5 Through this life's ever- varying scene, From sin preserve us free; Like us, thou hast a mourner been, May we rejoice with thee. 21 St. Ann's. 1 JESUS! exalted far on high, To whom a name is given, A name surpassing every name That' s known in earth or heaven: 2 Before whose throne shall every knee Bow down with one accord; Before whose throne shall every tongue Confess that thou art Lord. 3 Jesus! who in the form of God Didst equal honour claim; Yet, to redeem our guilty souls, Didst stoop to death and shame. 4 Oh! may that mind in us be formed, Which shone so bright in thee; An humble, meek, and lowly mind, From pride and envy free! 5 May we to others stoop, and learn To emulate thy love; So shall we bear thine image here, And share thy throne above! RENDS 22 St. Ann's. 1 My blessed Saviour, is thy love So great, so full, so free? Behold, I give my love, my heart, My life, my all, to thee. 18 C.M. C.M ADVENT. 2 I love thee for the glorious worth In thy great Self I see: I love thee for that shameful cross Thou hast endured for me. 3 Though in the very form of God, With heavenly glory crowned, Thou wouldst partake of human flesh, Beset with troubles round. 4 Thou wouldst like wretched man be made, In everything but sin; That we as like thee might become, As we unlike have been: 5 Like thee in faith, in meekness, love, In every beauteous grace; From glory thus to glory changed, As we behold thy face. 6 O Lord, I'll treasure in my soul boo The memory of thy love; And thy dear name shall still to me A grateful odour prove! C.M. 23 St. Ann's. 1 WoE to the men on earth who dwell, Nor dread the Almighty's frown; When God doth all his wrath reveal, And come in judgment down! 2 Who then shall live, and face the throne, And meet the Judge severe? When heaven and earth are fled and gone, Oh, where shall I appear? 3 Now, only now, against that hour We may a place provide; Beyond the grave, beyond the power Of hell, our spirits hide: 19 ADVENT. 4 Firm in the all- destroying shock, May view the final scene; For, lo, the everlasting Rock Is cleft to take us in. 24 St. Ann's. 1 SAVIOUR of men, and Lord of love, How sweet thy gracious name! With joy that errand we review On which thy mercy came. 2 While all thy own angelic bands Stood waiting on the wing, Charmed with the honour to obey Their great eternal King; 3 For us, mean, wretched, sinful men, Thou laidst that glory by; First in our mortal flesh to serve, Then in that flesh to die. 4 Bought with thy service and thy blood, We doubly, Lord, are thine; To thee our lives we would devote, To thee our death resign. Montgomery. 25 20 C.M. 1 0 HEAVENLY King! Look down from above; Assist us to sing Thy mercy and love: So sweetly o'erflowing, So plenteous the store, Thou still art bestowing, And giving us more. 2 O God of our life, We hallow thy Name; Our business and strife Is thee to proclaim: P.M. ADVENT. Accept our thanksgiving For creating grace; The living, the living, Shall show forth thy praise 3 Our Father and Lord, Almighty art thou; Preserved by thy word, We worship thee now, The bountiful Donor Of all we enjoy! Our tongues to thine honour, And lives we employ. 4 But, oh! above all, Thy kindness we praise, From sin and from thrall Which saves the lost race, Thy Son thou hast given The world to redeem, And bring us to heaven, Whose trust is in him. 26 Altorf. P.M. 1 THE Lord of might from Sinai's brow, Gave forth his voice of thunder, And Israel lay on earth below, Outstretched in fear and wonder: Beneath his feet was pitchy night, And at his left hand and his right, The rocks were rent asunder! 2 The Lord of love, on Calvary, A meek and suffering stranger, Upraised to heaven his languid eye, In nature's hour of danger: For us he bore the weight of woe, For us he his blood to flow, gave And met his Father's anger. 21 ADVENT. 3 The Lord of love, the Lord of might, The King of all created, Shall back return to claim his right, On clouds of glory seated; With trumpet- sound and angel- song, And hallelujahs loud and long O'er death and hell defeated! 27 Altorf. 1 GREAT God! what do I see and hear! The end of things created! The Judge of mankind doth appear On clouds of glory seated. The trumpet sounds! the graves restore The dead, which they contained before! Prepare, my soul, to meet him. 2 The dead in Christ shall first arise, At the last trumpet's sounding, Caught up to meet him in the skies, With joy their Lord surrounding: No gloomy fears their souls dismay, His presence sheds eternal day On those prepared to meet him. 3 O Jesu, friend to fallen man. To me impart thy merit; Forgive my sin, wash out its stain, By thine Almighty Spirit: The trumpet sounds, the Judge is near ,But then my soul, devoid of fear, Shall spring with joy to meet him. 8,8,6,8,8,6 28 P. M. 22 Oxford. 1 THOU God of glorious majesty, To thee, against myself, to thee, A worm of earth, I cry; ADVENT. A half- awakened child of man, An heir of endless bliss or pain, A sinner born to die. 2 Lo! on a narrow neck of land, " Twixt two unbounded seas I stand, Secure, insensible; A point of time, a moment's space, Removes me to that heavenly place, Or shuts me up in hell. 30 God, mine inmost soul convert! And deeply on my thoughtful heart Eternal things impress; Give me to feel their solemn weight, And tremble on the brink of fate, And wake to righteousness. 4 Before me place in dread array The pomp of that tremendous day, When thou with clouds shalt come, To judge the nations at thy bar; And tell me, Lord, shall I be there, To meet a joyful doom? 5 Be this my one great business here, With godly jealousy and fear, Eternal bliss t' ensure; Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, And suffer all thy righteous will, And to the end endure. 6 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, Transported from this vale to live And reign with thee above, Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope in full supreme delight, And everlasting love. 23 ADVENT. 29 Oxford. 1 AND am I only born to die? And must I suddenly comply With nature's stern decree? What after death for me remains? Celestial joys, or bitter pains, To all eternity! 8,8,6,8,8,6. 2 How ought I then on earth to live, While God prolongs the kind reprieve, And spares this house of clay! My sole concern, my single care, To watch, and tremble, and prepare Against that awful day! 3 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray; Be thou my guide, be thou my way, To glorious happiness: Oh, write the pardon on my heart, And, whensoever I depart, Let me depart in peace! 30 Norwich. 1 THOU Judge of quick and dead, Before whose bar severe, With holy joy or guilty dread, We all shall soon appear: Our cautioned souls prepare For that tremendous day, And fill us now with watchful care, And stir us up to pray: 24 D.S.M. 2 To pray and wait the hour, That awful hour unknown, When, robed in majesty and power, Thou shalt from heaven come down, The immortal Son of man, To judge the human race, but 3 4 ADVENT. With all thy Father's dazzling train, With all thy glorious grace. To chasten earthly joys, To quicken holy fears, For ever let the archangel's voice Be sounding in our ears; The solemn midnight cryYe dead, the Judge is come! Arise, and meet him in the sky, And hear your instant doom. 31 1 2 Oh, may we thus be found Obedient to his word, Attentive to the trumpet's sound, And looking for our Lord! Oh, may we thus ensure A lot among the blest, And watch a moment to secure An everlasting rest! Norwich. A CHARGE to keep I have, A God to glorify; A never- dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky! To serve the present age, My calling to fulfil ,Oh, may it all my powers engage To do my Master's will! 0 Arm me with jealous care, As in thy sight to live; And, oh! thy servant, Lord, prepare, A strict account to give; Help me to watch and pray, And on thyself rely; Assured, if I my trust betray, I shall for ever die. C D.S.M. G 25 ADVENT. 32 Cannons. Rockingham. L.M. 1 THE Lord shall come! the earth shall quake, The hills their fixed seat forsake, And, withering from the vault of night, The stars withdraw their feeble light. 2 The Lord will come! but not the same As once in lowly form he came, A silent Lamb to slaughter led, The bruised, the suffering, and the dead. 3 The Lord will come! a dreadful form, With wreath of flame, and robe of storm, On cherub wings and wings of wind, Anointed Judge of human- kind. 4 Can this be he who wont to stray A pilgrim on the world's highway, By power opprest, and mocked by prideO God! is this the Crucified? 5 Go, sinners! to the rocks complain! Go, seek the mountain's cleft in vain! But faith, victorious o'er the tomb, Shall sing for joy, The Lord is come! Cannons. Rockingham. 33 1 JESUS, thy blood and righteousness My beauty are, my glorious dress: Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed, With joy shall I lift up my head. 2 When from the dust of death I rise, To claim my mansion in the skies, Even then, this shall be all my plea, Jesus hath lived, hath died for me. L.M. 3 Bold shall I stand in thy great day, For who aught to my charge shall lay? Fully absolved, through these, I am, From sin and fear, from guilt and shame. Univ.- Bibl. 26 Giessen ADVENT. 4 Ah, give to all thy servants, Lord, With power to speak thy gracious word, That all, who to thy wounds will flee, May find eternal life in thee. 34 Cannons. Rockingham. L. M. 1 THAT day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day? 2 When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll, When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead;3 Oh, on that day, that awful day! When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be thou, O Christ, the sinner's stay, When heaven and earth shall pass away. 35 St. Alban's. P. M. 1 AWAKE,-again the Gospel- trump is blown; From year to year it swells with louder tone; From year to year the signs of wrath Are gathering round the Judge's path: Strange words fulfilled, and mighty works achieved, And truth in all the world both hated and believed. 2 Behold, the world is thronging round to gaze On the dread vision of the latter days, Constrained to own Thee, but in heart Prepared to take Barabbas' part: " Hosanna" now, to- morrow" Crucify," The changeful burden still of their rude lawless cry. 27 ADVENT. 3 The bad and good their several warnings give Of His approach, whom none may see and live: Faith's ear, with awful still delight, Counts them like minute- bells at night, Keeping the heart awake till dawn of morn, While to the funeral pile this aged world is borne. 4 But what are heaven's alarms to hearts that cower In wilful slumber, deepening every hour; That draw their curtains closer round, The nearer swells the trumpet's sound? Lord, ere our trembling lamps sink down and die, aland Touch us with chastening hand, and make us feel thee nigh. 36 Old 112th. 8,8,8; 8,8,8. 1 THE last loud trumpet's wondrous sound Doth through the rending tombs rebound, And wakes the nations under ground. The Judge ascends his awful throne, He makes each secret sin be known, And all, with shame, confess their own. 2 Thou great Creator of mankind, Amazing fears o'erwhelm my mind; Let my lost soul compassion find; My sins my heart with anguish rend; My God, my Saviour, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in the end. PART II. 1 FORGET not what my ransom cost, Nor let my dear- bought soul be lost, In storms of guilty terror tossed; 28 CHRISTMAS. Thou mighty but most awful King, Thou mercy's unexhausted spring, Some comfortable pity bring. 2 Thou who for me didst feel such pain, Whose precious blood the cross did stain, Let not those agonies be vain. Thou, whom avenging powers obey, Cancel my debt( too great to pay), Before the last accounting day. 3 Thou who wast moved with Mary's grief, And by absolving of the thief, Hast given me hope, now give relief: Reject not my unworthy prayer, Preserve me from that fatal snare Which death and endless hell prepare. 4 From that insatiable abyss, Where flames devour, where Satan is. Oh! save, and bring me to thy bliss. Give to my ransomed soul a place Among thy chosen right- hand race, The sons of God and heirs of grace. 37 Christmas. Coburg. 1 HARK! the herald angels sing, " Glory to the new- born King; Glory in the highest heaven, Peace on earth, and man forgiven." Joyful all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies; With the angelic host proclaim, " Christ is born in Bethlehem! 2 Christ, by highest heaven adored, Christ, the everlasting Lord; D. 7's. 29 CHRISTMAS. Late in time behold him come, Offspring of a virgin's womb! Veiled in flesh the Godhead see, Hail the incarnate Deity! Pleased as man with men to dwell, Jesus our Immanuel. 3 Hail the heaven- born Prince of Peace! Hail the Sun of Righteousness! Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings. Mild, he lays his glory by, Born that man no more may die; Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth. 4 Come, Desire of nations, come, Fix in us thy humble home; Rise, the woman's conquering seed, Bruise in us the serpent's head. Sing we then, with angels sing, Glory to the new- born King: Glory in the highest heaven, Peace on earth, and sins forgiven. 38 1 Portuguese Hymn. O COME, all ye faithful, Joyfully triumphant, To Bethlehem hasten now with glad accord: P.M. Lo! in a manger Lies the King of angels; O come, let us adore him, CHRIST THE LORD. 2 Though true God of true God, Light of Light eternal, The womb of a virgin he hath not abhorred: Son of the Father, Not made, but begotten; O come, let us adore him, CHRIST THE LORD. 30 CHRISTMAS. 3 Raise, raise, choirs of angels, Songs of loudest triumph,[ poured; Through heaven's high arches be your praises Now to our God be Glory in the highest; 4 O come, let us adore him, CHRIST THE LORD. Amen, Lord, we bless thee, Born for our salvation, O Jesu, for ever be thy name adored: Word of the Father, Late in flesh appearing: O come, let us adore him, CHRIST THE LORD. 39 Christmas Hymn. P.M. 1 CHRISTIANS, awake! salute the happy morn, Whereon the Saviour of mankind was born; Rise to adore the mystery of love, Which hosts of angels chanted from above: With them the joyful tidings first begun, Of God incarnate, and the Virgin's Son. 2 Then to the watchful shepherds it was told, Who heard the angelic herald's voice," Behold, I bring good tidings of a Saviour's birth, and all the nations you, earth; This day hath God fulfilled his promised word, This day is born a Saviour, Christ the Lord." To upon 3 He spake: and straightway the celestial choir In hymns of joy unknown before conspire; The praises of redeeming love they sang, And heaven's whole orb with hallelujahs rang; God's highest glory was their anthem still, Peace upon earth and unto men goodwill. 4 To Bethlehem straight the enlightened shepherds ran, To see the wonders God had wrought for man; 31 CHRISTMAS. Then to their flocks, still praising God, return, And their glad hearts within their bosoms burn; To all the joyful tidings they proclaim, The first apostles of the Saviour's fame. PART II. 5 Oh! may we keep and ponder in our mind God's wondrous love in saving lost mankind; Trace we the Babe, who hath retrieved our loss, From the poor manger to the bitter cross; Tread in his steps, assisted by his grace, Till man's first heavenly state again takes place. 6 Then may we hope the angelic hosts among, To join, redeemed, a glad triumphant throng: He that was born upon this joyful day Around us all his glory shall display: Saved by his love, incessant we shall sing Eternal praise to heaven's Almighty King. 8,7,4. 40 St. Werbergh's. 1 ANGELS, from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth; Ye, who sang creation's story, Now proclaim Messiah's birth; all Come and worship, Worship Christ, the new- born King. 2 Shepherds, in the field abiding, Watching o'er your flock by night, God with man is now residing; Yonder shines the infant light: Come and worship, Worship Christ, the new- born King. 32 THE CIRCUMCISION. 3 Saints, before the altar bending, Waiting long with hope and fear, Suddenly the Lord, descending, In his temple shall appear: Come and worship, Worship Christ, the new- born King. 4 Sinners, wrung with true repentance, Doomed for guilt to endless pains, Justice now repeals the sentence, Mercy calls you,-break your chains: Come and worship, Worship Christ, the new- born King. The Circumcision. Darmstadt. 41 8,8,8; 8,8,8. 1 LORD, may the inward grace abound Through thine appointed outward sign; A milder seal than Abraham found, Of covenant blessings more divine; Which opens glory to our view, Beyond the brightest hope he knew. 2 Type of the Spirit's living flow, În faith we pour the hallowed stream; We sign the cross upon the brow, The solemn pledge of truth to Him, Who shed for us his precious blood, To seal the covenant of God. 3 Baptized into the Trinity, Adopted children of thy grace, Oh, help us, Lord, to live to thee, An humble, pure, and faithful race; Instruct us, sanctify, defend, And crown with heavenly life our end. c 2 33 THE CIRCUMCISION. 42 Darmstadt. 1 CAPTAIN of our salvation, take The souls we here present to thee, And fit for thy great service make These heirs of immortality; And let them in thine image rise, And then transplant to Paradise. 8,8,8, 8,8,8. 2 Unspotted from the world and pure, Preserve them for thy glorious cause, Accustomed daily to endure The welcome burden of thy cross: Inured to toil and patient pain, Till all thy perfect mind they gain. 3 Train up thy hardy soldiers, Lord, In all their Captain's steps to tread! Or send them to proclaim thy Word, Thy Gospel through the world to spread, Freely as they receive to give, And preach the death by which we live! 43 Darmstadt. 8,8,8, 8,8,8. 1 FATHER of faithful Abraham, hear Our earnest suit for Abraham's Justly they claim the softest prayer From us, adopted in their stead, Who mercy through their fall obtain, And Christ by their rejection gain. ed; 2 Outcasts from thee, and scattered wide Through every nation under heaven, Blaspheming whom they crucified, Unsaved, unpitied, unforgiven, Branded like Cain, they bear their load, Abhorred of men and cursed of God. 34 THE CIRCUMCISION. 3 But hast thou finally forsook, For ever cast thy own away? Wilt thou not bid the murderers look On Him they pierced, and weep, and pray? Yes, gracious Lord, thy word is past; All Israel shall be saved at last. 4 Come, then, thou great Deliverer, come! The veil from Jacob's heart remove; Receive thy ancient people home! That, quickened by thy dying love, The world may their reception find Life from the dead for all mankind. L.M. 44 Veni Creator. 1 O JESU, Lord of heavenly grace, Redeemer of our guilty race, On Thee our waiting eyes we bend, The saint's delight, the sinner's friend. 2 What wondrous love prevailed on thee The bearer of our sins to be; Thyself in sacrifice to give, That sinners might not die, but live! 3 Now crushed is Satan's doleful reign, And broken is the tyrant's chain; And thou art, in thy meet abode, A conqueror on the throne of God. 4 Oh, let thy clemency prevail To heal the losses we bewail: Oh, cheer us with thy beaming face, Enrich us with thy gifts of grace. 5 Be thou our guide, be thou our goal, Our joy, when sorrow fills the soul; In life, our pathway to the skies; In death, our everlasting prize. 35 EPIPHANY. 6 To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Let equal praise for aye be given By men and angels, earth and heaven. Epiphany. 45 Holstein. P.M. 1 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the east, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 2 Cold on his cradle the dew- drops are shining; Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall: Angels adore him, in slumber reclining ,Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all. 3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, Odours of Edom, and offerings divine, Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation; Vainly with gifts would his favour secure; Richer by far is the heart's adoration; Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid, Star of the east, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. St. Ambrose. 46 L.M. 1 How lovely in the eastern sky Shines forth the herald from on high; And oh! how glad the news from heaven, The King is born, the Son is given! 36 EPIPHANY. 2 Behold the long- predicted sign, The star of Jacob's ancient line; The eastern sages hail its rays, And raptured stand in anxious gaze. 3 And soon within their hearts there shine Rays fairer still and more divine, Which gently summon them to rise, And trust the guidance of the skies. 4 When God commands, the wise obey; Love sees no danger in the way: Home, neighbours, friends, their steps recall; The voice of God outweighs them all. 5 Oh! while the star of heavenly grace Invites us, Lord, to seek thy face, May we no more that grace repel, Or quench that light which shines so well. L. M. 47 St. Ambrose. 1 0 SAVIOUR, is thy promise fled? Nor longer might thy grace endure, To heal the sick and raise the dead, And preach the gospel to the poor? 2 Come, Jesu, come! return again; With brighter beam thy servants bless, Who long to feel thy perfect reign, And share thy kingdom's happiness! 3 A feeble race, by passion driven, In darkness and in doubt we roam, And lift our anxious eyes to heaven, Our hope, our harbour, and our home. 4 Yet, mid the wild and wintry gale, When death rides darkly o'er the sea, And strength and earthly daring fail, Our prayers, Redeemer! rest on thee. 37 EPIPHANY. 5 Come, Jesus, come! and, as of yore, The prophet went to clear thy way, A harbinger thy feet before, A dawning to thy brighter day: 48 L. M. 6 So now may grace, with heavenly shower, Our stony hearts for truth prepare; Sow in our souls the seed of power, Then come and reap thy harvest there! St. Ambrose.00 1 MARKED as the purpose of the skies, This promise meets our anxious eyes; That heathen lands the Lord shall know, And warm with faith each bosom glow. 2 E'en now the hallowed scenes appear! E'en now unfolds the promised year! Lo! distant shores thy heralds trace, And swell the tidings of thy grace. 3 Mid burning climes, and frozen plains, Where pagan darkness brooding reigns, Oh, mark their steps, their fears subdue, And nerve their arm, and clear their view. 4 When, worn by toil, their spirits fail, Bid them the glorious future hail; Bid them the crown of life survey, And onward urge their conquering way 7,7,7,7,7,7. 49 Nassau. 1 CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only light; Sun of righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night: Day- spring from on high, draw near; Day- star, in our hearts appear. 2 Dark and cheerless is the morn, Unaccompanied by thee; 38 EPIPHANY. Joyless is the day's return Till thy mercy's beams we see; Lord! thy inward light impart, Cheering each benighted heart. 3 Visit every soul of thine, Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; Fill with radiancy divine, Scatter all our unbelief; More and more thyself display, Shining to the perfect day. 50 Nassau. 1 SAVIOUR of the Gentile race, 7,7,7,7,7,7. See me from thy lofty throne; Give the sweet relenting grace, Soften this obdurate stone! Stone to flesh, O God, convert; Cast a look, and break my heart! 2 By thy Spirit, Lord, reprove, All my inmost sins reveal; Sins against thy light and love Let me see and let me feel; Sins that crucified my God, Sins for which he shed his blood. 3 Jesu, seek thy wandering sheep, Make me restless to return; Bid me look on thee and weep, Bitterly as Peter mourn, Till I say, by grace restored, " Now thou know'st, I love thee, Lord." 4 Might I in thy sight appear, As the publican distrest; Stand, not daring to draw near; Smite on my unworthy breast; Plead the sinner's only plea, " God, be merciful to me!" 66 39 EPIPHANY. 5 Oh, remember me for good, Passing through the mortal vale; Show me thy atoning blood, When my strength and spirit fail; Let me then in spirit see Jesus crucified for me. St. Michael's. OUR festal morn is come! And, Lord, we come to thee: Thy house shall be our joyful home, Thy name our melody. " These temples of thy grace, How beautiful they stand! The honours of our native place, And bulwarks of our land." Our fathers built this fane, And watched the live- long night; They sleep in death, but we remain To hail a purer light. Then blow the trumpet, blow; The psalm, the psaltery take: Let every heart with praise o'erflow, And every lip awake. Sound, sound that sweetest strain, The gospel- jubilee! 51 1 2 3 4 5 6 Till, bursting from their idol- chain, The heathen shall be free. Thus let us keep the feast, Thus wake to righteousness, And teach the world, from sin released, The Lord our God to bless. 52 1 40 S. M. St. Michael. How beauteous are their feet, Who stand on Zion's hill; S. M 2 3 4 5 6 EPIPHANY. Who bring salvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal! How charming is their voice! How sweet the tidings are! " Zion, behold thy Saviour- King! He reigns and triumphs here." How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound; Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found! How blessed are our eyes, That see this heavenly light! Prophets and kings desired it long, But died without the sight. The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ: Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, And deserts learn the joy. The Lord makes bare his arm, Through all the earth abroad: Let every nation now behold Its Saviour and its God. 53 d 2 St. Michael. LORD of the harvest, hear Thy needy servants' cry; Answer our faith's effectual prayer, And all our wants supply. 3 On thee we humbly wait, Our wants are in thy view; The harvest truly, Lord, is great; The labourers are few. S. M. Convert, and send forth more Into thy church abroad; And let them speak thy word of power, As wor ters with their God. 41 4 EPIPHANY. , let them spread thy name, Their mission fully prove; Thy universal grace proclaim, Thy all- redeeming love! 54 Manheim. 8,7,4. 1 COME, great Conqueror of the nations, Now in glorious might appear; Earthquakes, deaths, and desolations, Signify thy kingdom near: True and faithful! Stablish thy dominion here. 2 Thine the kingdom, power, and glory! Thine the ransomed nations are: Let the heathen fall before thee, Let the isles thy power declare; Judge and conquer All mankind in righteous war. 3 Captain, God of our salvation, Thou who hast the wine- press trod, Borne the Almighty's indignation, Quenched the fiercest wrath of God, Take the kingdom, Claim the purchase of thy blood. 4 On thy thigh and vesture written, Show the world thy heavenly name, That, with loving wonder smitten, All may glorify the Lamb: All adore thee, All the Lord of hosts proclaim. 5 Honour, glory, and salvation To the Lord our God we give; Power, and endless adoration, Thou art worthy to receive; Reign triumphant, King of kings, for ever live! 4.2 EPIPHANY. 55 Manheim. 8,7,4. 1 LORD, if judgments now are waking, Let not thy compassions sleep; But while earthly thrones are shaking, Firm and free thy kingdom keep; Jesus, hear us, be thou near us, When the storm shall o'er us sweep! 2 Courage, saints, your fears assuaging, Chant a bold and blissful strain! Holy seers, of peace presaging, Bid us hail Messiah's reign:, Strife, sedition, superstition, Then no votaries shall gain. 3 Prince of peace, let every nation Soon thy Spirit's empire own; Bow the world in supplication; Bring the heathen to thy throne! Earth possessing boundless blessing, Then shall honour thee alone. 56 Manheim. 1 On the mountain- top appearing, Lo! the sacred herald stands, Welcome news to Zion bearing, Zion long in hostile lands: 8,7,4. Mourning captive, God himself will loose thy bands. 2 Has thy night been long and mournful? Have thy friends unfaithful proved? All thy foes been proud and scornful, By thy sighs and tears unmoved? Cease thy mourning, Zion still is well- beloved. 43 EPIPHANY. 3 Lo! thy sun is risen in glory! God himself appears thy friend, All thy foes shall flee before thee, Here their boasted triumphs end; Great deliverance Zion's King vouchsafe to send. 4 Enemies no more shall trouble; All thy warfare now is past; For thy shame thou shalt have double; Days of peace are come at last; All thy conflicts End in everlasting rest. 57 Montgomery. 1 YE nations exult, salvation is nigh! The star in the east illumines the sky; The time is arriv'd by Jehovah's decree, When walkers in darkness his glory shall see. 10,10,11,11. 2 No longer in types or shadows concealed In light and in truth the Christ is revealed; No longer to tribe or to region confined, The promise of God is addressed to mankind. 3 Ye Gentiles, rejoice, reëcho the strain! Break forth into praise, ye isles of the main! The winds to your shores the glad tidings shall bring, Rejoice in your Saviour, rejoice in your King. 4 The word is gone forth; the heathen around, The farthest and worst, shall joy in the sound; All nations, all tongues, shall in unison raise One hymn to their Maker, one chorus of praise. 5 Then glory to God- the Father above, Who sent to our world the Son of his love; Like glory to Him who came down from on high, To save and to suffer, to triumph and die. 44 EPIPHANY. 58 Vienna. ot 1 SONS of men, behold from far, Hail the long- expected star; Jacob's star that gilds the night, Guides bewildered nature right. 2 Mild it shines on all beneath, hearts Piercing through the shades of death; Scattering error's wide- spread night, Kindling darkness into light. 3 Nations all, remote and near, Haste to see your God appear; Haste, for him your prepare, Meet him manifested there. 4 There behold the day- spring rise, Pouring eye- sight on your eyes; God in his own light survey, Shining to the perfect day. 5 Sing, ye morning- stars, again, God descends on earth to reign! Deigns for man his life to employ, Shout, ye sons of God, for joy. 59 Vienna. 1 JESUS, Lord, we look to thee, Let us in thy name agree: Show thyself the Prince of Peace, Bid our jars for ever cease. 7'8. 2 By thy reconciling love, Every stumbling- block remove; Each to each unite, endear; Come, and spread thy banner here! 3 Make us of one heart and mind, Courteous, pitiful, and kind, Lowly, meek, in thought and word, Altogether like our Lord. 7's. 45 EPIPHANY. 4 Let us for each other care, Each the other's burden bear, To thy church the pattern give, Show how true believers live. 5 Free from anger and from pride, Let us thus in God abide; All the depths of love express, All the heights of holiness! Let us then with joy remove the family above; On the wings of angels fly; Show how true believers die. 60 Vienna. i BRETHREN! let us join to bless Christ the Lord, our righteousness: Let our praise to him be given, High at God's right hand in heaven. 2 Son of God! to thee we bow; 7's. Thou art Lord, and only thou; Thou, the blessed virgin's seed, Glory of thy church and head. 3 Thee the angels ceaseless sing; Thee we praise, our Priest and King; Worthy is thy name of praise, Full of glory, full of grace. 4 Thou hast the glad tidings brought Of salvation, by thee wrought; Wrought to set thy people free; Wrought to bring our souls to thee. 5 May we follow and adore Thee, our Saviour, more and more; Guide and bless us with thy love, Till we join thy saints above. 46 61 1 2 3 4 LENT. Lent. Nuremburg. GOD of my salvation, hear, And help me to believe! Simply do I now draw near, s Thy blessing to receive. Full of guilt, alas! I am; But to thy wounds for refuge flee: Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. Standing now as newly slain, To thee I lift mine eye! Balm of all my grief and pain, Thy grace is always nigh: Now, as yesterday, the same Thou art, and wilt for ever be; 14 Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. Nothing have I, Lord, to pay, Nor can thy grace procure; Empty send me not away, 8,7,6. For I, thou know'st, am poor, Dust and ashes is my name; My all is sin and misery; Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb. Thy blood was shed for me. No good word, or work, or thought, Bring I to gain thy grace; Pardon I accept unbought; Thy proffer I embrace: Coming, as at first I came, To take, and not bestow on thee, Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. 47 5 Saviour, from thy wounded side I never will depart: Here will I my spirit hide, 2 62 1 3 4 5 LENT. 6 When I am pure in heart: Till my place above I claim, ol This only shall be all my plea: Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy blood was shed for me. Ps. li. Southwell. HAVE mercy, Lord, on me, As thou wert ever kind, Let me, opprest with loads of guilt, Thy wonted mercy find. Against thee, Lord, alone, And only in thy sight, Have I transgressed, and though condemned, Must own thy judgment right. In guilt each part was formed, Of all this sinful frame; In guilt I was conceived, and born The heir of sin and shame. Blot out my crying sins, Nor me in anger view; Create in me a heart that's clean, An upright mind renew. Withdraw not thou thy help, Nor cast me from thy sight; Nor let thy Holy Spirit take Its everlasting flight. S. M. The joy thy favour gives Let me again obtain; And thy free spirit's firm support My fainting soul sustain. 48 63 1 2 3 4 LENT. St. Bride's. AH! whither should I go, Burdened, and sick, and faint? To whom should I my troubles show, And pour out my complaint? 6 My Saviour bids me come; Ah! why do I delay? He calls the weary sinner home, And yet from him I stay! S. M. of 2 What is it keeps me back From which I cannot part, Which will not let the Saviour take Possession of my heart? Some cursed thing unknown Must surely lurk within; Some idol which I will not own, Some secret bosom- sin. 5 Jesus, the hindrance show, Which I have feared to see: Yea, let me now consent to know What keeps me back from thee. Searcher of hearts! in mine Thy trying power display; Into its darkest corners shine, And take the veil away. I now believe, in thee Compassion reigns alone; According to my faith, to me Oh, let it, Lord, be done! 8 In me is all the bar, 7 Which thou wouldst fain remove; Remove it, and I shall declare That God is only love. D 49 LENT. 64 Ps. cxxx. Altorf. 1 FROM depths of woe I raise to thee The voice of lamentation; Lord, turn a gracious ear to me, And hear my supplication: If thou shouldst be extreme to mark Each secret sin and misdeed dark, Oh! who could stand before thee? 8,7,8,7,8,8,7. 2 To wash away the crimson stain, Grace, grace alone availeth; Our works, alas! are all in vain, In much the best life faileth: No man can glory in thy sight, All must alike confess thy might And live alone by mercy. 3 Therefore my trust is in the Lord, And not in mine own merit; On him my soul shall rest, his word Upholds my fainting spirit; His promised mercy is my fort, My comfort and my sweet support, I wait for it with patience. 4 What though I wait the livelong night And till the dawn appeareth, My heart still trusteth in his might, It doubteth not, nor feareth: So let the Israelite in heart, Born of the Spirit, do his part, And wait till God appeareth. 50 5 Although our sin is great indeed, God's mercies far exceed it: His hand can give the help we need, However much we need it. LENT. He is the Shepherd of the sheep, Who Israel doth guard and keep, And shall from sin redeem him. Gol Surrey. 65 8,8,8,8,8,8. 1 JESU, thy boundless love to me No thought can reach, no tongue declare; Oh, knit my thankful heart to thee, And reign without a rival there: Thine wholly, thine alone, I am: Be thou alone my constant flame. 2 Oh, grant that nothing in my soul May dwell, but thy pure love alone: Oh, may thy love possess me whole, My joy, my treasure, and my crown; Strange flames far from my heart remove; My every act, word, thought, be love! 30 Love! how cheering is thy ray! All pain before thy presence flies; Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away, Where'er thy healing beams arise: 10 Jesu, nothing may I see, Nothing desire, or seek, but thee! 4 Unwearied may I this pursue, Dauntless to the high prize aspire; Hourly within my soul renew This holy flame, this heavenly fire; And day and night be all my care To guard the sacred treasure there. PART II. 5 My Saviour, thou thy love to me In shame, in want, in pain, hast showed; For me, on the accursed tree, Thou pouredst forth thy guiltless blood; Thy wounds upon my heart impress, Nor aught shall the loved stamp efface. 51 Univ.- Bibl. Giessen LENT. 6 More hard than marble is my heart, And foul with sins of deepest stain; But thou the mighty Saviour art, Nor flowed thy cleansing blood in vain; Ah, soften, melt this rock, and may Thy blood wash all these stains away! 7 Oh, that I, as a little child, May follow thee, and never rest Till sweetly thou hast breathed thy mild And lowly mind into my breast! Nor ever may we parted be, Till I become one spirit with thee. 8 What in thy love possess I not? My star by night, my sun by day, My spring of life, when parched by drought, My wine to cheer, my bread to stay, My strength, my shield, my safe abode, My robe before the throne of God. 9 Still let thy love point out my way! How wondrous things thy love hath wrought! Still lead me, lest I go astray; Direct my word, inspire my thought; And if I fall, soon may I hear Thy voice, and know that love is near. 10 In suffering, be thy love my peace; In weakness, be thy love my power; And when the storms of life shall cease, Jesus, in that important hour, In death, as life, be thou my guide, And save me, who for me hast died. Saxony. Kent. 66 1 JESU, thy far- extended fame My drooping soul exults to hear; Thy name, thy all- restoring name, Is music in a sinner's ear. 52 L. M. LENT. 2 Sinners of old thou didst receive, With comfortable words and kind, Their sorrows cheer, their wants relieve, Heal the diseased, and cure the blind. 3 And art thou not the Saviour still, In every place and age the same? Hast thou forgot thy gracious skill, Or lost the virtue of thy name? 4 They that be whole, Thyself hast said, No need of a physician have, But I am sick and want thine aid, And want thine utmost power to save. 5 All my disease, my every sin, To thee, O Jesus, I confess: In pardon, Lord, my cure begin, And perfect it in holiness. 6 Be it according to thy word; Accomplish now thy work in me; And let my soul, to health restored, Devote its little all to thee. 67 Saxony. Kent. 1 JESUS, thou wounded Lamb of God, Oh wash me in thy cleansing blood; Give me to know thy love, then pain Is sweet, and life or death is gain. L.M. 2 Take my poor heart, and let it be For ever closed to all but thee! Seal thou my breast, and let me wear That pledge of love for ever there! 3 How blest are they who still abide Close sheltered in thy bleeding side, Who life and strength from thence derive, And by thee move, and in thee live. 53 LENT. 4 How can it be, thou heavenly King, That thou shouldst us to glory bring? Make slaves the partners of thy throne, Decked with a never- fading crown? 5 Ah, Lord! enlarge our scanty thought, To know the wonders thou hast wrought Unloose our stammering tongues to tell Thy love immense, unsearchable. 6 First- born of many brethren, thou! To thee, lo! all our souls we bow: To thee our hearts and hands we give: Thine may we die: thine may we live. 68 Gloucester. C.M. 1 0 THOU, from whom all goodness flows, I lift my soul to Thee; In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, Good Lord, remember me. 2 When on my aching, burdened heart My sins lie heavily; Thy pardon grant, new peace impart; Good Lord, remember me. 3 If for thy sake, upon my name Shame and reproach shall be, All hail reproach, and welcome shame! Good Lord, remember me. 4 When worn with pain, disease, and grief, This feeble body see: Grant patience, rest, and kind relief; Good Lord, remember me. 5 When in the solemn hour of death, I wait thy just decree, Be this the prayer of my last breath, Good Lord, remember me. 54 LENT. 6 And when before thy throne I stand, a And lift my soul to thee, Then with the saints at thy right hand, Good Lord, remember me. C.M. 69 Gloucester. 1 ОH, for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frames A light, to shine upon the road Which leads me to the Lamb! 2 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void, The world can never fill. 3 Return, O Holy Dove! return, Sweet messenger of rest! I hate the sins which made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast. 4 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee. 5 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. Gloucester. C.M. 1 LOVER of souls! thou well canst prize What thou hast bought so dear; Come then, and in thy people's eyes With all thy wounds appear. 2 Appear, as when of old confest The suffering Son of God; And let them see thee in thy vest, But newly dipt in blood. 55 LENT. 3 The hardness from their hearts remove, Thou who for all hast died; Show them the tokens of thy love, Thy feet, thy hands, thy side. 4 Thy side an open fountain is, Where all may freely go, And drink the living streams of bliss, And wash them white as snow. 5 Ready thou art thy blood to apply, And prove the record true; And all thy wounds to sinners cry, " I suffered this for you!" 71 Gloucester. 1 THOU Refuge of my weary soul, On thee, when sorrows rise, On thee, when waves of trouble roll, My fainting hope relies. 2 To thee I tell each rising grief, For thou alone canst heal; Thy word can bring a sweet relief For every pain I feel. 3 And still the ear of sovereign grace Attends the mourner's prayer; Oh, may I ever find access To breathe my sorrows there! 4 Thy mercy- seat is open still, Here let my soul retreat: With humble hope attend thy will, And wait beneath thy feet. Gloucester. 56 C.M. 72 C.M. 1 О, help us, Lord! each hour of need, Thy heavenly succour give; Help us in thought, and word, and deed, Each hour on earth we live. LENT. 2 Oh, help us, when our spirits bleed With contrite anguish sore; And when our hearts are cold and dead, Oh, help us, Lord, the more. 3 Oh, help us, through the prayer of faith, More firmly to believe; For still the more the servant hath, The more shall he receive. 4 Oh, help us, Jesus! from on high, We know no help but thee; Oh, help us so to live and die, As thine in heaven to be. L.M. 73 Ps. lxix. arrington. 1 ARISE, O God! and let thy grace Diffuse its beams on Jacob's race: Restore the long- lost, scattered band, And call them to their native land. 2 How long shall Jacob's offspring prove The sad suspension of thy love? For ever shall thine anger burn? And wilt thou never, Lord, return? 3 In pity their backslidings heal, Their trespass hide, their pardon seal: Check in mid course thy dreadful ire, And bid its kindled flames expire. 4 Thy quickening spirit now impart, And wake to joy each grateful heart: May Israel's ransomed tribes in thee Their bliss and full salvation see. 74 Warrington. 1 My great Redeemer, and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word, But in thy life the law appears, Drawn out in living characters. D 2 L.M. 57 LENT. 2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father's will, Such love, and meekness so divine, I would transcribe, and make them mine. 3 Cold mountains, and the midnight air, Witnessed the fervour of thy prayer; The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict and thy victory too. 4 Be thou my pattern, make me bear More of thy gracious image here; Then God the Judge shall own my name Amongst the followers of the Lamb. Mamre. 8,8,8,8,8,8. 1 FATHER of lights, from whom proceeds Whate'er thy every creature needs: To thee I look, my heart prepare, Suggest, and hearken to my prayer; Thou seest my wants; for help they call, And ere I speak, thou know'st them all. 2 Thou know'st the baseness of my mind, Wayward, and impotent, and blind; Thou know'st how unsubdued my will, Averse to good and prone to ill: Thou know'st how wide my passions rove, Nor checked by fear, nor charmed by love. 3 Ah, give me, Lord, myself to feel; My inbred misery reveal: Ah, give me, Lord, I still would say, A heart to mourn, a heart to pray; My business this, my only care, My life, my every breath be prayer. 4 Father, I want a thankful heart; I wish to taste how good thou art, 58 LENT. To plunge me in thy mercy's sea, T And comprehend thy love to me; The healing power of faith to know, And reign triumphant here below. Mamre. 76 8,8,8,8,8,8. od 1 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 flee the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do ,Still he, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. 3 When vexing thoughts within me rise, And, sore dismayed, my spirit dies, Yet He, who once vouchsafed to bear The sickening anguish of despair, Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry, The throbbing heart, the streaming eye. 4 And, oh! 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. Mamre. ' 8,8,8,8,8,8. 1 WEARY of wandering from my God, And now made willing to return, I hear, and bow me to the rod; For thee, not without hope, I mourn: 59 LENT. I have an Advocate above, A Friend before the throne of love. 20 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 know'st the way to bring me back, My fallen spirit to restore; Oh! 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. 4 Ah! give me, Lord, the tender heart, That trembles at the approach of sin; A godly fear of sin impart, Implant and root it deep within! That I may dread thy gracious power, And never dare offend thee more! 78 Culbach. 1 HOLY Lamb! who thee receive, Who in thee begin to live, Day and night they cry to thee, " As thou art, so let us be." 2 Fix, oh! fix each wavering mind; To thy cross our spirits bind; Earthly passions far remove; Fill our hearts with fervent love. 3 Dust and ashes though we be, Full of guilt and misery, Thine we are, thou Son of God! Take the purchase of thy blood. 60 7's. LENT. 4 Who in heart on thee believes, He the atonement now receives; He with joy beholds thy face, Triumphs in thy pardoning grace. 5 Boundless wisdom, power divine, Love unspeakable, are thine: Praise by all to thee be given, Sons of earth, and hosts of heaven! Culbach. 7's.. 79 1 WHEN our heads are bowed with woe, When our bitter tears o'erflow, When we mourn the lost, the dear, Jesu! born of woman, hear! 2 Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn, Thou our mortal griefs hast borne, Thou hast shed the human tear; Jesu! born of woman, hear! 3 Thou hast bowed the dying head, Thou the blood of life hast shed, Thou hast filled a mortal bier; Jesu! born of woman, hear! 4 When the heart is sad within With the sense of all its sin, When the spirit shrinks with fear, Jesu! born of woman, hear! 5 Thou the shame, the grief, hast known; Though the sins were not thine own, Thou hast deigned their load to bear; Jesu! born of woman, hear! 80 Ps. cxxx. St. Matthew's. 1 0 LORD, turn not thy face from me, Who lie in woeful state, Lamenting sore my sinful life Before thy mercy's gate ,D.C.M. 61 LENT. A gate which opens wide to those That do lament their sin; Shut not that gate against me, Lord, But let me enter in. 2 I need not to confess life my To thee, who best can tell What I have been and what I am, Thou surely know'st it well. Therefore, with tears I come to beg Of my offended God For pardon, like a child that dreads His angry parent's rod. 3 O Lord, I need not to repeat The comfort I would have; Thou know'st, O Lord, before I ask, The blessing that I crave: Mercy, good Lord! mercy we ask, This is the total sum; For mercy, Lord, is all our suit, Oh, let thy mercy come! 62 8 81 St. Simon's. 1 JERUSALEM! Jerusalem! Enthroned once on high, Thou favoured home of God on earth, Thou heaven below the sky; Now brought to bondage with thy sons, A curse and grief to see; Jerusalem! Jerusalem! Our tears shall flow for thee. D.C.M. 2 Oh, hadst thou known the day of grace, And flocked beneath the wing Of Him who called thee lovingly, Thine own anointed King! WEEK BEFORE EASTER. But now thy day is sunk in night, Thy time of mercy spent; For heavy was thy children's crime, And strange their punishment. 3 Oh gaze not idly on their fall, But, sinner, warned be; Who spared not his chosen seed, May send his wrath on thee. Their day of grace is sunk in night, Thy noon is in its prime; Oh, turn and seek thy Saviour's face, In this accepted time. The Werk before Easter. 82 St. Simon's. 1 SEE! what unbounded zeal and love Inflamed the Saviour's breast, When stedfast towards Jerusalem His urgent way he pressed. Good- will to man, and zeal for God, His every thought engross: He longs to be baptized with blood, He thirsts to reach the cross. D.C.M. 2 With all his sufferings full in view, And woes to us unknown, Forth to the work his spirit flew; ' T was love that urged him on. By his obedience unto death, See paradise restored; And fallen man brought face to face With his forgiving Lord. 63 WEEK BEFORE EASTER. 3 Prepare us, Lord, to view thy cross, Who all our griefs hast borne, To look on thee, whom we have pierced; To look on thee, and mourn: While thus we mourn, may we rejoice, And as thy cross we see, May each exclaim, in faith and hope, " The Saviour died for me!" 83 Worcester. 1 RIDE on! ride on in majesty! Hark, all the tribes Hosanna cry. Mid joyous throngs pursue thy road, With palms and scattered garments strowed. 2 Ride on! ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die! O Christ thy triumphs now begin O'er captive death and conquered sin. L.M. 3 Ride on! ride on in majesty! The winged squadrons of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes, To see the approaching sacrifice! 4 Ride on! ride on in majesty! Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh; The Father, on his sapphire throne, Expects his own anointed Son. 5 Ride on! ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die! Bow thy meek head to mortal pain, Then take, O God, thy power, and reign! 64 VE WEEK BEFORE EASTER. 7,6,7,6,8,7,6. 84 St. Mark's. 1 0 LORD, when condemnation And guilt oppress my soul, Then let thy bitter passion The rising storm control: Remind me that thy blood was spilt For me, oh, most unworthy! To take away my guilt. 2 Oh, wonder beyond measure To faith's enlightened eye! For slaves it was the pleasure Of their own Lord to die! The mighty God stoops from on high For me, lost, ruined creature, And deigns as man to die. 3 My sins rise up to heaven ,And countless is their host; But Christ Himself hath given, And paid the mighty cost: Since then on him my sins were laid, Of hell and all its torments I am no more afraid. 4 Henceforth my heart shall bless thee Whilst here its pulses move; Its songs of praise address thee For all thy dying love: Thy wrongs and last deep agony Shall be my meditation Till I am called to thee. PART II. 5 LORD, let thy bitter passion My soul with strength inspire To flee with indignation All sinful, low desire: 65 6 7 8 WEEK BEFORE EASTER. Ah! never would I, Lord, forget The greatness of that ransom Which paid my endless debt. Should earthly griefs assail me, If need be, shame and scorn. Let patience never fail me To bear as thou hast borne: Grant that the world I may forsake, And thee for my example, Oh! may I daily take. Still let me do to others As thou hast done to me, And look on all as brothers, Their willing servant be: Oh! may I never seek my own, But help as thou hast helped, M With purest love alone. At length when I am biddend With all things here to part, The wounds in which I'm hidden Speak peace into my heart: Relying then upon thy blood, Oh, give me full assurance That I shall see my God. 85 Manchester. C.M. 1 THERE is a fountain, filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains. 66 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see anot That fountain in his day; And there would I, as vile as he, Wash all my sins away. WEEK BEFORE EASTER, 3 Blest dying Lamb, thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more. 4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing thy power to save; When this poor lisping, mortal tongue Lies silent in the grave. 86 Manchester. 1 WITH joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above; His heart is full of tenderness, Of pity, and of love. 2 Touched with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame; He knows what sore temptations mean, For he has felt the same. 3 But spotless, innocent, and pure, The great Redeemer stood, ook While Satan's fiery darts he bore, Resisting unto blood. C.M. 4 He will not quench the smoking flax, But raise it to a flame; The bruised reed he never breaks, Nor scorns the meanest name. 5 Then let our humble faith address His mercy and his power; We shall obtain delivering grace In each distressing hour. 67 WEEK BEFORE EASTER. 87 1 BOUND upon th' accursed tree, Faint and bleeding, who is he? By the eyes so pale and dim, Streaming blood, and writhing limb; By the flesh with scourges torn, By the crown of twisted thorn, By the side so deeply pierced, By the baffled burning thirst, By the drooping death- dew'd brow, Son of man!' tis thou,' tis thou! St. Bartholomelo's. 7,7,7,7,7,7,7,7,7,7. 2 Bound upon th' accursed tree, Dread and awful, who is he? By the sun at noon- day pale, Shivering rocks, and rending veil; Earth, that trembles at his doom; Yonder saints who burst their tomb; Eden, promised ere he died To the felon at his side; Lord, our suppliant knees we bow, Son of God!' tis thou!' tis thou! Bod 3 Bound upon th' accursed tree, Sad and dying, who is he? By the last and bitter cry, By the mortal agony; By the lifeless body laid In the chamber of the dead; By the mourners come to weep Where the bones of Jesus sleep; Crucified! we know thee now; Son of man!' tis thou!' tis thou! 68 WEEK BEFORE EASTER. 4 Bound upon th' accursed tree, Dread and awful, who is he? By the prayer for them that slew" Lord, they know not what they do!" By the spoil'd and empty grave, By the souls he died to save, By the conquest he hath won, By the saints before his throne, By the rainbow round his brow, Son of God!' tis thou!' tis thou! Presburg. 7,7,7,7,7,7. 88 1 Go to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel the tempter's power; Your Redeemer's conflict see; Watch with him one bitter hour: Turn not from his griefs away; Learn from him to watch and pray. 2 See him at the judgment- hall Beaten, bound, reviled, arraigned; See him meekly bearing all; Love to man his soul sustained! Shun not suffering, shame, or loss, Learn of Christ to bear the cross. 3 Calvary's mournful mountain view; There the Lord of glory see, Made a sacrifice for you, Dying on the accursed tree: " It is finished!" hear him cry; Trust in Christ, and learn to die. 69 WEEK BEFORE EASTER. 4 Early to the tomb repair, toqu havol Where they laid his breathless clay: Angels kept their vigils there: Who hath taken him away? " Christ is risen!" he seeks the skies; Saviour, teach us so to rise. 89 Presburg. 1 Rock of ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee; Let the water and the blood, From thy side a healing flood, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse from guilt, and make me pure. 7,7,7,7,7,7, 2 Not the labours of my hands Can fulfil thy law's demands: Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone;Thou must save, and thou alone. 3 Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling, Naked, come to thee for dress; Helpless, look to thee for grace; Vile, I to the fountain fly;Wash me, Saviour, or I die. 4 While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eyelids close in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See thee on thy judgment throne ,Rock of ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee. 70 WEEK BEFORE EASTER. 90 Weimar. 1 SAVIOUR, when in dust to thee Low we bow the adoring knee, When, repentant, to the skies Scarce we lift our streaming eyes, Oh, by all thy pains and woe Suffered once for man below, Bending from thy throne on high, Hear our solemn litany. D. 7's. 2 By thy birth and early years, By thy human griefs and fears, By thy fasting and distress In the lonely wilderness, By thy victory in that hour O'er the subtle tempter's power ,Jesu! look with pitying eye, Hear our solemn litany. 3 By thy sympathy that wept O'er the grave where Lazarus slept; By thy bitter tears that flowed Over Salem's lost abode; By thy troubled sigh that told Treason lurked within thy fold;Jesu! look with pitying eye, Hear our solemn litany. 4 By thine hour of dark despair, By thine agony of prayer, By the purple robe of scorn, By thy wounds thy crown of thorn, By thy cross- thy pangs and cries, By thy perfect sacrifice ,Jesu! look with pitying eye, Hear our solemn litany. 71 WEEK BEFORE EASTER. 5 By thy deep expiring groan, By thy sealed sepulchral stone, By thy triumph o'er the grave, I By thy power from death to save ,Mighty God, ascended Lord, To thy throne in heaven restored, Prince and Saviour, hear our cry, Hear our solemn litany. 91 St. Peter's. 1 HARK! the voice of love and mercy Sounds aloud from Calvary: See, the rocks are rent asunder; Darkness veils the mid- day sky: " It is finished!" Hear the dying Saviour cry. 8,7,4. 2 Oh, what joy to helpless sinners These triumphant words afford! Heavenly blessings without measure Flow to us through Christ the Lord: " It is finished!" Saints, his dying words record. 3 All the types and shadows finished Of the ceremonial law: Man's redemption now completed, Death and hell no more shall awe! " It is finished!" Saints, from hence your comfort draw. 4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs! Join the triumph to proclaim: All on earth, and all in heaven, Join to praise the Saviour's name: Hallelujah! Glory to the bleeding Lamb! 72 WEEK BEFORE EASTER. D.7,6's. 92 Bernburg. 1 An Head! so pierced and wounded, So full of pain and scorn; Ah Head! in jest surrounded With a sharp crown of thorn; Ah Head! once wreathed with glory, And bright with shining rays, Now mocked and scorned, before thee I bow in silent praise. 2 Blest face, in which were blended Such majesty and might, That when Thou wast offended The whole earth shook with fright; But now how changed and faded! Ah! who hath dimmed the light Of those blest eyes, and shaded Their day in sullen night! 3 Those cheeks, how wan and withered, Which once with beauty glowed! Those lips, how pale and livid, From which such wisdom flowed! Pale death hath thus bereft thee, His power this thing hath done; Therefore Thy strength has left thee, Thy beauty all is gone! 4 What Thou hast, Lord, endured, Is all my guilty load; " T is I whose sins procured What thou hast borne, my God! The wretch who stands before thee Deserves this wrath, alas! Oh, grant me, I implore thee, The sight of thy sweet grace. 5 Ah! wilt Thou then not own me? Receive me, 0 my God! E 73 WEEK BEFORE EASTER. What good hast thou not done me, Thou Source of every good! Thy mouth with milk hath fed me, And food which never cloys; Thy blessed Spirit led me To streams of purest joys. 60 Lord, my soul's true Lover, What bliss dost thou bestow, By making me discover My weal in thy sad woe! While all are thee forsaking, I will with thee abide; And when thy heart is breaking, I will not leave thy side. PART II. 7 WITH all my heart, O Jesus, I thank thee, best of friends, Whose death and passion frees us From death that never ends: Oh, grant that I may ever Abide, dear Lord, in thee, Nor let e'en death e'er sever My faithful soul from thee. 8 When I depart, be nigh me, Nor e'er depart from me, Nor when I die, deny me The strength I need from thee: And when death's pains shall seize me, And chill me to the heart, Oh, may thy sorrows ease me, Thy pains relieve my smart. 9 Appear for my protection From sin and Satan's wiles, While on thy crucifixion I fix my dying smiles: 74 EASTER EVE. Then will I, calm and trustful, Yield up to thee my breath, Rejoicing, yet not boastful, O happy, happy Death! 93 1 2 3 4 Enster Eve. Minden. So rest, my Rest! Thou ever blest! Thy grave with sinners making: da By thy precious death from sin ollng My dead soul awaking. E 4,4,7,7,6. Here hast thou lain, After much pain, Life of my life, reposing: Round thee now a rock- hewn grave, Rock of Ages, closing. 5. Breath of all breath! I know, from death Thou wilt my dust awaken; Wherefore should I dread the grave, Or my faith be shaken? To me the tomb Is but a room Where I lie down on roses; Who by death hath conquered death, Sweetly there reposes. The body dies ( Nought else) and lies In dust, until victorious From the grave, it shall arise Beautiful and glorious. 75 6 EASTER. Meantime I will, My Jesus, still Deep in my bosom lay thee, miojo Musing on thy death; in death 10 Be with me, I pray thee. Easter. 94 Easter Hymn. 1 JESUS Christ is risen to- day,-Hallelujah! Our triumphant holiday;-Hal. Who did once upon the cross- Hal. Suffer to redeem our loss.- Hal. P.M. 2 Hymns of praise, then, let us sing- Hal. Unto Christ our heavenly King, Hal. Who endured the cross and grave, Hal Sinners to redeem and save.- Hal.. 3 But the pain which he endured- Hal. Our salvation hath procured:-Hal. Now above the sky he' s King, Hal. Where the angels ever sing.- Hal. ( HYMN 2.) 1 SONS of God, triumphant rise, Hal. Sing the accomplished sacrifice,-Hal. See your sins in Christ forgiven,-- Hal. Sons of God and heirs of heaven. Hal. 2 Christ to laud in songs divine,-Hal. Angels and archangels join;-Hal. We with them our voices raise, Hal. Echoing thy eternal praise.- Hal. 3 Holy, holy, holy Lord, Hal. Live, by heaven and earth adored;-Hal. Full of thee, they ever cry,-Hal. Glory be to God most high.- Hal. 76 EASTER. 95 of London New.d 1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light Awakes the kindling ray, Unseals the eyelids of the morn, And pours increasing day. C.M. 2 Oh! what a night was that, which wrapt The heathen world in gloom! Oh! what a Sun, which broke this day Triumphant from the tomb!, 3 The powers of darkness leagued in vain To bind our Lord in death: He shook their kingdom when he fell, By his expiring breath. 4 And now his conquering chariot- wheels Ascend the lofty skies; Broken beneath his powerful cross, Death's iron sceptre lies. 5 This day be grateful homage paid, And loud hosannas sung; Let gladness dwell in every heart, And praise on every tongue. 6 Ten thousand different lips shall join To hail this happy morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings On nations yet unborn. 96 London New. 1 SPEAK to us, Lord, thyself reveal, While here o'er earth we rove; Speak to our hearts, and let us feel The kindling of thy love. 2 With thee conversing, we forget All time, and toil, and care; Labour is rest, and pain is sweet, If thou, my God, art here. C.M. 77 3 Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay. And bid my heart rejoice; My bounding heart shall own thy sway, And echo to thy voice. 4 Thou callest me to seek thy face; Tis all I wish to seek; To attend the whispers of thy grace, And hear thee inly speak. 5 Let this my every hour employ, Till I thy glory see; Enter into my Master's joy, And find my heaven in thee. London New. 97 1 THE Sun of righteousness appears, To set in blood no more; The sight which scatters all your fears, Your rising God, adore. 2 The saints, when he resigned his breath, Unclosed their sleeping eyes; He breaks again the bands of death, Again the dead arise. 3 Alone the dreadful race he ran, Alone the wine- press trod; He groans, he dies, behold the man! 19 He lives, behold the God! 4 In vain the stone, the watch, the seal Forbid Him to arise: Behold! He breaks the gates of hell, And opens paradise. gris C.M. 5 Arise, O Sun of righteousness, With healing in thy wing, Our soul with life and pardon bless, And full salvation bring. 78 EASTER. D.7's. 98 Zurich. 1 CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to- day, Sons of men and angels say! Raise your songs and triumphs high: Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply! Love's redeeming work is done; Fought the fight, the battle won. Lo! our Sun's eclipse is o'er! Lo! he sets in blood no more! 2 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Christ hath burst the gates of hell, Death in vain forbids his rise, Christ hath opened paradise. Lives again our glorious King: Where, O Death, is now thy sting? Once he died, our souls to save: Where's thy victory, O Grave? 3 Soar we now where Christ hath led, Following our exalted Head: Made like him, like him we rise; Ours the cross, the grave, the skies! Hail the Lord of earth and heaven! Praise to thee by both be given! Thee we greet triumphant now: Hail! the Resurrection, thou! D. 7's. 99 Zurich. 1 COME, and let us sweetly join, Christ to praise in hymns divine; Give we all, with one accord, Glory to our common Lord; Hands, and hearts, and voices raise; Sing as in the ancient days; Antedate the joys above; Celebrate the feast of love. 7.9 EASTER. 2 Strive we, in affection strive; Let the purer flame revive, Such as in the martyrs glowed, Dying champions for their God: We, like them, may live and love; Called we are their joys to prove, Saved with them from future wrath, Partners of like precious faith. 3 Witnesses that Christ hath died, We with him are crucified; Christ hath burst the bands of death; We his quickening Spirit breathe; Christ is now gone up on high; Thither all our wishes fly: Sits at God's right hand above; There with him we reign in love! Lubeck. 100 1 CHRIST is risen! the Lord is come, Bursting from the sealed tomb! Death and Hell, in mute dismay, Render up their mightier prey. 2 Christ is risen! but not alone! Death, thy kingdom is o'erthrown! We shall rise as he hath risen, From the deep sepulchral prison. 3 Heirs of death, and sons of clay, Long in death's dark thrall we lay, And went down in trembling gloom, To the unawakening tomb. 4 Heirs of life, and sons of God, On the path our Captain trod, Now we hope to soar on high To the everlasting sky. 5 Mortal once, immortal now, Our vile bodies off we throw, 80 7,7,7,7 EASTER. Glorious bodies to put on, Round our great Redeemer's throne. 6 Wondrous hopes! and their's indeed Who the Christian's life shall lead; Christ's below in faith and love, Christ's in endless bliss above. 101 Ratisbon. 7,7,7,7,7,7. 1" EARTH to earth, and dust to dust," Lord, we own the sentence just: Head and tongue, and hand and heart, All in guilt have borne their part; Righteous is the common doom, All must moulder in the tomb. 2 Like the seed in spring- time sown, Like the leaves in autumn strown, Low these goodly frames must lie, All our pomp and glory die; Soon the spoiler seeks his prey, Soon he bears us all away. 3 Yet the seed, upraised again, Clothes with green the smiling plain: Onward as the seasons move, Leaves and blossoms deck the grove; And shall we forgotten lie, Lost for ever when we die? 4 Lord, from Nature's gloomy night Turn we to the Gospel's light; Thou didst triumph o'er the grave, Thou wilt all thy people save; Ransomed by thy blood, the just Rise immortal from the dust. 102 Beberley. 1 COME ye, who love the Lord, And feel his quickening power, 2 6,6,6,6,8,8. Univ.- Bibl. Giessen 81 2 EASTER. Unite with one accord, butol His goodness to adore: To heaven and earth aloud proclaim Your great Redeemer's glorious name. He left his throne above, His glory laid aside, Came down on wings of love, And wept, and bled, and died: The pangs he bore, what tongue can tell, To save our souls from death and hell! he rose 3 He burst the Ð 4 grave; Victorious from the dead; And thence his vanquished foes In glorious triumph led: Up through the heavens the conqueror rode, Triumphant to the throne of God. He soon again will come ( His chariot will not stay), To take his children home To realms of endless day: We there shall see him face to face, And sing the triumphs of his grace. 103 1 Beberley. ARISE, my soul, arise, Shake off thy guilty fears; The bleeding Sacrifice In my behalf appears; Before the throne my Surety stands; My name is written on his hands. 2 6,6,6,6,8,8. He ever lives above, For me to intercede, His all- redeeming love, His precious blood to plead; His blood atoned for all our race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 82 3 4 EASTER. The Father hears him pray, His dear Anointed One; He cannot turn away The presence of his Son: His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. My God is reconciled, His pardoning voice I hear, He owns me for his child, I can no longer fear; With confidence I now draw nigh, And Father, Abba, Father, cry. 104 St. Andrew's. 8,7,8,7,7,8,7,4. 1 CHRIST lay awhile in Death's strong bands, For our offences given; But now at God's right hand he stands, And brings us life from heaven: Wherefore let us joyful be, And sing to God right thankfully Loud songs of Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 2 No man from Death could victory win, O'er all mankind he reigned; Alas! that cometh of our sin, There was not one unstained; Wherefore Death in triumph came, And over us a right did claim; He held us all in thraldom. Hallelujah! 3 Christ Jesus, God's own Son, came down, That he might us deliver, And sin destroying, took his crown From Death's pale brows for ever: Stript of power, no more he reigns; An empty shape alone remains; His sting is lost for ever. Hallelujah! 83 EASTER. PART II. 4 IT was a strange and dreadful strife, When Life and Death contended; The victory remained with Life, The reign of Death was ended: Holy Scripture plainly saith, That Death is swallowed up by Death, Made henceforth a derision. Hallelujah! 5 Here the true Paschal Lamb we see, Whom God so freely gave us; He died on the accursed tree, So strong his love! to save us: See! his blood doth mark our door, Faith points to it, Death passes o'er, The Murderer cannot harm us. Hallelujal. 6 So let us keep the festival, Whereto the Lord invites us; Christ is himself the joy of all, The Sun which warms and lights us; By his grace he doth impart Eternal sunshine to the heart; The night of sin is ended. Hallelujah! 7 Then let us feast this Easter- day On the true Bread of heaven: The Word of grace hath purged away W The old and wicked leaven: Christ alone our souls will feed, He is our meat and drink indeed; Faith lives upon no other. 84 Hallelujah! Hamburg. 8,8,7,8,8,7; 8,8,8,8,4, S.S. 105 1 WITH all my heart I love thee, Lord; Forsake me not, but still afford Thy ready help and favour: EASTER. The world, its joys delight me not, Nor earth, nor heaven would be my lot, Wert Thou not mine for ever! And should my heart with sorrow break, Thyself my portion I will make, My trust, my heart's delight, my all, Whose blood redeemed me from the fall: Lord Jesu Christ! My God and Lord! thy gracious name Preserve me from eternal shame! 2 My body, soul, and all I have Are thine, O Lord, to keep and save In this our life of sadness: I pray thee, grant me daily grace To use each gift to thy sole praise, For others' good and gladness: From doctrine false, from error wild, From Satan's lies, oh, screen thy child! My soul with thy whole strength prepare My cross in meekest love to bear: Lord Jesu Christ! My God and Lord! thy gracious name Preserve me from eternal shame! 3 My soul, let thine own angels dear To Abram's bosom bear and cheer, When she her flight is taking: My body, in its chamber still, Securely keep from wrong and ill, Till earth's last great awaking: Then raise me, Lord, to be with thee, That face to face mine eyes may see With joy Thyself, the Father's Son, My Saviour, and of grace the Throne! Lord Jesu Christ! Thy servant hear! hear, I implore, That I may praise thee evermore! 85 EASTER. 106 Heidelberg. 1 CHRIST, the Rock on which I build, And my Saviour, ever liveth: Should not he with joy be filled Who the blessed truth believeth? Though the night of death may bring Some dark thoughts upon his wing. 7,8,7,8,7,7. 2 Christ, my Saviour, dwells in bliss, Where I shall with joy redoubled Know and see him as he is; Why then should my heart be troubled? Can the Head forsake the limb, Nor the members draw to Him? 3 By sweet hope's endearing band Closely to the Lord united, Holding fast by faith's strong hand Him to whom my faith was plighted, I may challenge death to sever Links which thus are bound for ever. 4 I shall see him with the light Of mine eyes, and not another's, While the beatific sight Kindles love beyond a brother's; Imperfection and decay Shall from me be done away. PART II. 5 HERE doth all creation groan, There it shall rejoice with singing; That which here is earthly sown, Bright and heavenly there upspringing: Here with frailty still allied, Perfect there and glorified. 6 Then take comfort, be right glad, Christ his members safely keepeth; 86 EASTER. Let not then your hearts be sad, He shall wake the dust that sleepeth, When the trumpet's thrilling sound Rings throughout the cleaving ground. 7 Smile at darkness and despair, Death, and hell, and Satan scorning; Christ shall meet you in the air In the resurrection- morning, And shall grief and weakness cast 80T Underneath your feet at last. 8 Raise your hearts from things below, Earth's poor joys and hollow laughter: That ye may be HIS e'en now WHOSE ye hope to be hereafter; Send your hearts to heaven before, Where ye WOULD be evermore. St. Asuph's. 8,7,8,7,7,7. 107 1 WHо is this that comes from Edom, All his raiment stained with blood, To the captive speaking freedom, Bringing and bestowing good, Glorious in the garb he wears, Glorious in the spoil he bears? 2 T is the Saviour, now victorious, Travelling onward in his might; ' T is the Saviour; oh! how glorious To his people is the sight! Satan conquered and the grave, Jesus now is strong to save. 3 This the Saviour has effected, By his mighty arm alone: See the throne for bim erected: ' T is an everlasting throne; ' T is the great reward he gains; Glorious fruit of all his pains. 87 EASTER. 4 Mighty Victor! reign for ever; Wear the crown so dearly won: Never shall thy people, never Cease to sing what thou hast done; Thou hast fought thy people's foes; Thou hast healed thy people's woes. 108 St. Asaph's. 1 JESUS comes, his conflict over, Comes to claim his great reward; Angels round the Victor hover, 8,7,8,7,7,7. Crowding to behold their Lord: Haste, ye saints, your tribute bring, Crown him everlasting King. 2 Oh, what honours now await him! Friends and foes shall hear his voice: Tremble, tremble, ye that hate him; Ye, who love his name, rejoice: Haste, ye saints, your tribute bring, Crown him everlasting King. 3 Yonder throne for him erected, Now becomes the Victor's seat; Lo, the Man on earth rejected! Angels worship at his feet: Haste, ye saints, your tribute bring, Crown him everlasting King. 4 Day and night they cry before him, " Holy, holy, holy Lord!" All the powers of heaven adore him, All obey his sovereign word: Haste, ye saints, your tribute bring, Crown him everlasting King. 88 EASTER. 8,8,6,8,8,6. 109 Inspruck. 1 0 JOYFUL sound! O glorious hour! When Christ, by his almighty power, Arose and left the grave: Now let our songs his triumph tell, Who broke the chains of death and hell, And ever lives to save. 2" The first- begotten from the dead," Behold him rise, his people's Head, Immortal life to bring: What though the saints like him shall die, They share their Leader's victory, And triumph with their King. 3 No more we tremble at the grave; For he who died our souls to save, Will raise our bodies too: What though this earthly house shall fail? The Saviour's power will yet prevail, And build it up anew. 8,8,6,8,8,6. 110 Inspruck. 1 0 HAPPY they, God's chosen race, Adopted children of his grace; How pure the bliss they share! A bliss unseen by worldly eyes: Within their heart the treasure lies, They know and feel it there. 2 The sons of God, who fear to grieve The gracious Spirit they receive, Adore his quickening grace; And, strong in undissembled love, By deeds of holy virtue prove Their hearts his dwelling- place. 89 EASTER. 30 Messenger of rich delight, Whose beam dispels the darkest night, And makes our sorrows cease; Thy comfort soothes our mortal pains; Thy grace our feeble strength sustains; Ö bless us with thy peace! ht.or 111 Inspruck. 1 ALL other pleas we cast aside, We cleave to Jesus crucified, And build on him alone; For no foundation is there given, On which to place our hopes of heaven, But Christ the corner- stone. 8,8,6,8,8,6. 2 Possessing Christ, we all possess, Wisdom, and strength, and righteousness, And sanctity complete: Bold in his name, we may draw nigh; Nor fear a holy Father's eye, But all his justice meet. 112 Ps. xvii. Magdeburg. 1 WHAT sinners value I resign; Lord,' t is enough that thou art mine: I shall behold thy blissful face, And stand complete in righteousness. 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 90 L.M. 2 This life' s a dream, an empty show; But the bright world to which I go Hath joys substantial and sincere:When shall I wake and find me there? - EASTER. 4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, Till the last trumpet's joyful sound; Then burst its chains with sweet surprise, And in my Saviour's image rise. A 113 Ps. xvii. Magdeburg. L.M. T 10 KING of kings! thy blessing shed On our anointed sovereign's head; And, looking from thy holy heaven, I Protect the throne thyself hast given. 2 Him with thy choicest mercies bless; To all his counsels give success; In war, in peace, thy succour bring; Thy strength command- God save the King. 3 Him may we honour and obey; Uphold his right and lawful sway; Remembering that the powers that be Are ministers ordained of thee. to 4 And, oh! when earthly thrones decay, And earthly kingdoms fade away, Grant him a throne in worlds on high, A crown of immortality. 114 Ps. xvii. Magdeburg. L.M. 1 Now let us join with hearts and tongues, And emulate the angels' songs; hak Yea, sinners may address their King In songs that angels cannot sing. 2 They praise the Lamb that once was slain; Yet we can add a higher strain; Not only say," he suffered thus," But that" he suffered all for us." "" 3 But ah! how faint our praises rise! Sure,' t is the wonder of the skies, That we, who share his richest love, So cold and unconcerned should prove. 91 EASTER. 4 O glorious hour! it comes with speed; We shall behold, from darkness freed, The incarnate God, who died for man, And praise him more than angels can. 115 Ps. xvii. Magdeburg. 1 OH! from the world's vile slavery, Almighty Saviour! set me free; And, as my treasure is above, Be there my thoughts, be there my love. L.M. 2 But oft, alas! too well I know, My thoughts, my love, are fixed below; In every lifeless prayer, I find The heart unmoved, the absent mind. 3 Oh! what that frozen heart can move, That melts not at the Saviour's love? What can that sluggish spirit raise, That will not sing the Saviour's praise? 30 you 4 Lord, draw my best affections hence, Above this world of sin and sense; Cause them to soar beyond the skies, And rest not, till to thee they rise. THE ASCENSION. The Ascension. 116 Ps. xxiv. Bristol. 1 OUR Lord is risen from the dead; Our Jesus is gone up on high! The powers of hell are captive led, Dragged to the portals of the sky. Ment 2 There his triumphant chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay; Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, Ye everlasting doors, give way! L.M. 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold the ethereal scene; He claims these mansions as his right: Receive the King of glory in! 66 4 Who is the King of glory? Who? " The Lord that all our foes o'ercame; The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew; And Jesus is the Conqueror's name. 5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay; Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, Ye everlasting doors, give way." 6 Who is the King of Gory? Who? " The Lord of glorious power possess'd, The King of saints, and angels too, God over all, for ever bless'd.' Ps. xcvii. Bristol. 1 THE Lord is King! lift up your voice, O earth, and all ye heavens, rejoice; From world to world the joy shall ring, The Lord omnipotent is King. 2 L.M. 93 THE ASCENSION. 2 The Lord is King! who then shall dare Resist his will, distrust his care, Or murmur at his wise decrees, Or doubt his royal promises? DIE 3 He reigns! ye saints, exalt your strains; Your God is King, your Father reigns; And he is at the Father's side, The Man of love, the crucified. 4 Come, make your wants, your burdens known, He will present them at the throne; And angel- bands are waiting there, His messages of love to bear. 5 Oh, when his wisdom can mistake, His might decay, his love forsake, Then may his children cease to sing, " The Lord omnipotent is King." 6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 118 Zurich. 1 HAIL the day that sees him rise, Glorious, to his native skies! Christ, awhile to mortals given, od Reascends his native heaven: There the mighty triumph waits, d " Lift your heads, eternal gates; Wide unfold the radiant scene, Take the King of glory in." 2 Circled round with angel powers, Their triumphant Lord and ours, Vanquisher of death and sin, Take the King of glory in; 94 D. 7's. E! THE ASCENSION. Him though highest heaven receives, Still he loves the earth he leaves; Though returned to his throne, Still he calls mankind his own. 3 See! he lifts his hands above; See! he shows the prints of love;( SE Hark! his gracious lips bestow Blessings on his church below; Still for us he intercedes, Still his death prevailing pleads; Next himself prepares our place, Harbinger of human race. 119 Zurich. 1 MASTER, Lord, to thee we cry, On thy throne exalted high; See thy faithful servants, see! Ever gazing up to thee. Grant, though parted from our sight, High above yon azure height, Grant our hearts may thither rise, Following thee beyond the skies. D. 7's. 2 Ever may we upwards move, Wafted on the wings of love; Looking when our Lord shall come, Longing for our heavenly home; There may we with thee remain, Partners of thine endless reign; There thy face unclouded see, Find our heaven of heavens in thee. 3 There before thy footstool fall, There confess thee Lord of all; There our crowns before thee cast, There proclaim, while heaven shall last, 95 THE ASCENSION. Glory to the Lord most high, Conqueror rising through the sky, To the Father glory meet, Glory to the Paraclete. 120 Zurich. 1 PARTNERS of a glorious hope, Lift your hearts and voices up: Jointly let us rise and sing Christ, our Prophet, Priest, and King. Monuments of Jesus' grace, Speak we by our lives his praise; Walk in him we have received; Show we not in vain believed. D. 7's. 2 Still, O Lord, our faith increase, Cleanse from all unrighteousness; Thee the unholy cannot see; Make, oh, make us meet for thee: Every vile affection kill, Root out every seed of ill; Utterly abolish sin, Write thy law of love within. 3 Hence may all our actions flow, Love the proof that Christ we know; Mutual love the token be, Lord, that we belong to thee. Love,-thine image,-love impart, Stamp it on our life and heart: Only love to us be given; Lord, we ask no other heaven. 121 Glastonbury. 8,8,7; 8,8,7. 1 THE Lord ascendeth up on high, The Lord hath triumphed gloriously, In power and might excelling; 96 THE ASCENSION. Hell and the grave are captive led, bo 2 Lo! he returns, our glorious Head, To his eternal dwelling. 2 The heavens with joy receive their Lord, By saints, by angel hosts adored; O day of exultation! O earth, confess thy glorious King, His rising, his ascension sing, With grateful adoration. 3 Our great High Priest hath gone before, Thence on his church his grace to pour, And bring us to salvation.o Oh, may our hearts to him ascend; May all within us upward tend, oherw Where lies our expectation. 4 Draw all our hearts, O Lord, to thee; Our minds from every burden free Of earthly care and pleasure. And when our mortal days shall end, Oh, may our souls to thee ascend, Our everlasting treasure. 122 Herrnhut. 1 PRAISE the Lord through every nation; His holy arm hath wrought salvation; Exalt him on his Father's throne; Praise your King, ye Christian legions, Who now prepares in heavenly regions Unfailing mansions for his own:With voice and minstrelsy, Extol his majesty: P.M. 8 Hallelujah! His praise shall sound all nature round, Where'er the race of man are found. F 97 THE ASCENSION. 2 God with God dominion sharing, H And man with man our image bearing, Gentiles and Jews to him are given; Praise your Saviour, ransomed sinners, Of life through him immortal winners; Nor longer heirs of earth, but heaven Oh! beatific sight, To view his face in light! Hallelujah! And while we see, transformed to be From bliss to bliss eternally. 3 Jesus, Lord, our Captain glorious! O'er sin, and death, and hell victorious; Wisdom and might to thee belong; We confess, proclaim, adore thee, We bow the knee, we fall before thee: Thy love henceforth shall be our song; The cross meanwhile we bear; The crown ere long to wear; Hallelujah! Thy reign extend, world without end, Let praise from all to thee ascend. C.M. 123 Work. 1 COME let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 98 2" Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, " To be exalted thus;" " Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, 66 For he was slain for us." THE ASCENSION. 3 Jesus is worthy to receive Honour and power divine; And blessings more than we can give, Be, Lord, for ever thine. 4 Let all that dwell above the sky, Through air, and earth, and seas, Conspire to lift thy glories high, And speak thine endless praise. 5 The whole creation join in one, To bless the sacred name Of him that sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb. 124 York. 1 ALL hail the power of Jesus' name! Let angels prostrate fall: Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all. 2 Crown him, ye martyrs of your God, Who from his altar call; Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, And crown him Lord of all. 3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, A remnant weak and small; Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all. 4 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall; Go, spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all. C.M. 5 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all. 99 THE ASCENSION. 6 Oh that with yonder sacred throngest We at his feet may fall; H There join the everlasting song, id hg& And crown him Lord of all. 125 York. d 1 Оh, let triumphant faith dispelo adT 3 The fears of guilt and woe! If God be for us, God the Lord, Who then shall be our foe? AST 2 He who his only Son gave up To death that we might live, Shall he not all things freely grant I That boundless love can give? 3 Who now his people shall accuse? " T is God hath justified: Who now his people shall condemn? The Lamb of God hath died. 4 And he who died hath risen again Triumphant from the grave; At God's right hand for us he pleads, Omnipotent to save. 126 1 Handel's 148th. 6,6,6,6,8,8. REJOICE! the Lord is King! Your God and King adore: C.M. Loud hallelujahs sing, And triumph evermore: Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; Rejoice, again I say, rejoice! A 100 2 3 4 Jesus the Saviour reigns; fo The God of truth and love; When he had purged our stains He took his seat above: Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; Rejoice, again I say, rejoice! todt T THE ASCENSION. His kingdom cannot fail; He rules o'er earth and heaven: The keys of death and hell To Christ the Lord are given: Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice; Rejoice, again I say, rejoice! Rejoice in glorious hope, Jesus, the Judge, shall come, And take his servants up To their eternal home: We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice; The trump of God shall sound," Rejoice!" 127 1 2 6,6,6,6,8,8. Handel's 148th. BLOW ye the trumpet, blow; The gladly solemn sound Let all the nations know, The To earth's remotest bound, year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. Jesus, our great High Priest, Has full atonement made; Ye weary spirits, rest; Ye mournful souls, be glad; year of jubilee is come; The Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 101 3 4 THE ASCENSION. Extol the Lamb of God, east The all- atoning Lamb;) ed Redemption by his blood W Through all the world proclaim. The year of jubilee is come; qu fil Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. Ye who have sold for nought Your heritage above, Receive it back unbought, The gift of Jesus' love: year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. The 128 Angel's Song. L.M. 1 WHERE high the heavenly temple stands, The house of God not made with hands, A great High Priest our nature wears, The guardian of mankind appears. 2 Though now ascended up on high, T He bends on earth a brother's eye; Partaker of the human name, He knows the frailty of our frame. 3 In every pang that rends the heart The Man of Sorrows has a part; He sympathizes with our grief, And to the sufferer sends relief. 4 With boldness therefore at the throne Let us make all our sorrows known, And ask the aids of heavenly power To help us in the evil hour." 129 Goldel. 1 0 CHRIST! who hast prepared a place For us around thy throne of grace, We pray thee, lift our hearts above, And draw them with the cords of love! 102 L.M. THE ASCENSION. 2 Source of all good! thou, gracious Lord, Art our exceeding great Reward; How fleeting is our present pain! How boundless our eternal gain! 3 With open face and joyful heart, Oh, may we see thee as thou art: May love to thee for ever glow, May praise to thee for ever flow. 4 Thy never- failing grace to prove, A pledge of thine eternal love, Send down thy Holy Ghost, to be The lifter of our souls to thee. L.M. 130 Goldel. 1 YE faithful souls who Jesus know, If risen indeed with him ye are, Superior to the joys below, His resurrection's power declare: 2 Your faith by holy tempers prove, By actions show your sins forgiven, And seek the glorious things above, And follow Christ, your Head, to heaven. exalted Saviour see, Seated at God's right hand again, In all his Father's majesty, In everlasting power to reign. 3 There your 4 To him continually aspire, Contending for your destined place, And emulate the angel choir, And only live to love and praise. 131 Goldel. 1 THE saints who die of Christ possest Enter into immediate rest; For them no further test remains, Of purging fires and torturing pains. L.M. 103 THE ASCENSION. 2 Who, trusting in the Lord, depart Cleansed from all sin and pure in heart, The bliss unmixed, the glorious prize, They find with Christ in Paradise. 3 Close followed by their works they go, Their Master's purchased joy to know; Their works enhance the bliss prepared, And each hath its distinct reward. 4 Yet glorified by grace alone, They cast their crowns before the throne; And fill the echoing courts above With praises of redeeming love. 132 1 2 3 4 5 Colchester. AWAKE and sing the song Of Moses and the Lamb! Wake every heart, and every tongue, To praise the Saviour's name! GY S Sing of his dying love, Sing of his rising power; Sing how he intercedes above, For us, whose sins he bore. Ye pilgrims, on the road To Zion's city sing! Rejoice ye in the Lamb of God, În Christ, the eternal King! of Soon shall we hear him say, " Ye blessed children, come!" Soon will he call us hence away, To our eternal home. There shall our raptured tongue His endless praise proclaim; And sweeter voices tune the song Of Moses and the Lamb! 104 S.M. 133 1 2 3 Colchester. AND let our bodies part, To different climes repair ,Inseparably joined in heart The friends of Jesus are. Jesus, the Corner- stone, Did first our hearts unite; And still he keeps our spirits one, Who walk with him in white. 4 5 6 THE ASCENSION. 7 Oh, let us still proceed In Jesu's work below; And following our triumphant Head, To further conquests go! The vineyard of their Lord Before his labourers lies; And lo! we see the vast reward Which waits us in the skies. Oh, let our heart and mind Continually ascend, That haven of repose to find, Where all our labours end; Where all our toils are o'er, Our suffering and our pain:Who meet on that eternal shore, Shall never part again. 8 S.M. PART II. O happy, happy place, Where saints and angels meet; There we shall see each other's face, And all our brethren greet. The Church of the first- born, We shall with them be blest, And, crowned with endless joy, return To our eternal rest. F 2 105 9 10 11 12 THE ASCENSION. With joy we shall behold, 681 In yonder blest abode, The patriarchs and prophets old, And all the saints of God. Abraham and Isaac there, And Jacob, shall receive The followers of their faith and prayer, Who now in bodies live. We shall our time beneath Live out in cheerful hope, And fearless pass the vale of death, And gain the mountain- top. To gather home his own God shall his angels send, And bid our bliss, on earth begun, In deathless triumph end. 134 1 JESUS drinks the bitter cup, The wine- press treads alone; Tears the graves and mountains up By his expiring groan! Lo! the powers of heaven he shakes; Nature in convulsions lies; Earth's profoundest centre quakes; The Lord of nature dies! St. Barnabas'. 7,6,7,6,7,7,7,6. 2 Well may heaven be clothed in black, And solemn sackcloth wear, Jesu's agonies partake, The hour of darkness share: Mourn th' astonished hosts above; Silence saddens all the skies; Kindler of seraphic love, The God of angels dies! 106 THE ASCENSION. 30 my God! he dies for me, I feel the mortal smart! See him hanging on the tree, A sight that breaks my heart! Oh, that all to thee might turn! Sinners, ye may love him too; Look on him ye pierced, and mourn For one who bled for you! 4 Weep o'er your desire and hope, With tears of humblest love: Sing, for Jesus is gone up, And reigns enthroned above: Lives our Head to die no more, Power is all to Jesus given ,Worshipped, as he was before, Th' immortal King of Heaven. 5 Lord, we bless thee for thy grace And truth which never fail: Hastening to behold thy face, Without a dimming veil, We shall see our heavenly King, All thy glorious love proclaim; Help the angel- choirs to sing The great triumphant Lamb. D.L.M. 135 Lambeth. 1 My Jesus, whom the seraph host Serve with veiled faces, when they stand In flaming brightness at their post, To execute thy high command! How shall weak eyes of flesh, made dim By sin and error's hateful night, Bear the full blaze encircling him Who dwells in unapproached light? 107 THE ASCENSION. O& 2 Yet to the eye of faith, O Lord, Grant entrance to thy holy place; That I be saved, and thou adored, 08 Let me be quickened by thy grace. Behold my soul, which now doth lie In lowly grief before thy throne; Reach forth thy sceptre from on high, And say," I choose thee for my own." 3 Show mercy to the heart, which long For thy sweet mercy, Jesu, sighs;. My very soul hath found a tongue, And piercingly for mercy cries: I know thou canst not, gracious God, Spurn the poor beggar from thy heart, For whom thy blood so richly flowed To wash his sin, and heal his smart. 4 I cling to thee with faith's embrace, Here in thy gracious hands I fall; Turn, righteous King, oh! turn thy face, Oh! stoop and hearken to my call: Cleansed by thy wounds and justified, No condemnation will I dread, But stedfast will I still abide Alive in thee, my living Head. PART II. 5 Oh, let thy wisdom be my guide, Nor take from me thy blessed light, pre While Mercy, smiling at my side, all of Enables me to walk aright: Thus, though a pilgrim, may I still woll My heavenly road in peace pursue According to thy word and will, od Love in my heart, heaven in my view. 108 THE ASCENSION. 6 Reach me thy weapons from on high, Strengthen my weakness with thy might, That I in faith may live and die, Though craft and strength against me fight: So in and by me shall be spread, di The kingdom of thine own dear Son, Till all the members join their Head, And glory ends what grace begun. 7 Ah! still my heart would thee embrace, Choose it, O Lord, for thine own throne; Hast thou, from love, thy dwelling- place Forsaken, and thy heavenly crown? So honour Thou my heart and ways That I myself thy heaven may be, And when this earthly house decays, Take me to heaven, to dwell with thee. orod viid 8 I mount to thee on wings of faith, Oh, stoop thou down in love to me; Be this my joy in life and death, That my whole soul is full of thee: Thee will I honour, love, and fear, With the last throb of parting breath, And when I cease to serve thee here, Love shall be stronger still than death. D. 8,7's. 136 Chichester. 1 HAIL, thou once despised Jesus; Hail, thou Galilean King! Thou didst suffer to release us; Thou didst free salvation bring! Hail, thou agonizing Saviour, Bearer of our sin and shame! By thy merits we find favour, Life is given through thy name. 109 WHITSUNTIDE. 2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, All our sins on thee were laid: By almighty love anointed, Thou hast full atonement made. All thy people are forgiven, Through the virtue of thy blood; Opened is the gate of heaven; Peace is made' twixt man and God. 3 Jesus, hail, enthroned in glory, There for ever to abide! All the heavenly hosts adore thee, Seated at thy Father's side: There for sinners thou art pleading, There thou dost our place prepare; Ever for us interceding, Till in glory we appear. 4 Worship, honour, power, and blessing, Thou art worthy to receive; Loudest praises, without ceasing, Meet it is for us to give: Help, ye bright angelic spirits! Bring your sweetest, noblest lays; Help to sing our Saviour's merits, Help to chant Immanuel's praise. Whitsuntide. 137 St. Thomas. 1 LET songs of praises fill the sky! Christ, our ascended Lord, Sends down his Spirit from on high, According to his word: All hail the day of Pentecost, The coming of the Holy Ghost! 110 8,6,8,6,8,8. 2 The Spirit, by his heavenly breath, New life creates within; WHITSUNTIDE. He quickens sinners from the death Of trespasses and sin: All hail the day of Pentecost, ige The coming of the Holy Ghost! 3 The things of Christ the Spirit takes, And shows them unto men: The fallen soul his temple makes: God's image stamps again: All hail the day of Pentecost, The coming of the Holy Ghost! 4 Come, Holy Spirit, from above, With thy celestial fire; Come, and with flames of zeal and love Our hearts and tongues inspire! Be this our day of Pentecost, The coming of the Holy Ghost! w D.S.M. 138 1 2 Swabia. LORD God, the Holy Ghost! In this accepted hour, As on the day of Pentecost, Descend in all thy power: We meet, with one accord, In this thy holy place, And wait the promise of our Lord, The Spirit of all grace. Like mighty rushing wind Upon the waves beneath, Move with one impulse every mind, One soul, one feeling, breathe: The young, the old, inspire With wisdom from above; And give us hearts and tongues of fire To pray, and praise, and love. 111 3 WHITSUNTIDE. Spirit of light! exploreb4T 2 And chase our gloom away, With lustre shining more and more Unto the perfect day: Spirit of truth! be thou ind HA In life and death our guide; O Spirit of adoption! now May we be sanctified. 139 Winchester. 1 SPIRIT of truth! on this thy day, To thee for help we cry, aeos of To guide us through the dreary way Of dark mortality! 2 We ask not, Lord! the cloven flame, Or tongues of various tone; But long thy praises to proclaim With fervour in our own. 3 We mourn not that prophetic skill Is found on earth no more: Enough for us to trace thy will In Scripture's sacred lore. 4 We neither have nor seek the power Ill demons to control; But thou, in dark temptation's hour, Shalt chase them from the soul. 5 No heavenly harpings soothe our ear, No mystic dreams we share; Yet hope to feel thy comfort near, And bless thee in our prayer. C.M. 6 When tongues shall cease, and power decay, And knowledge empty prove, Do thou thy trembling servants stay With faith, with hope, with love. 112 WHITSUNTIDE. 140 Winchester. V 1 COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 See how we grovel here below, Fond of these earthly toys; Our souls, how heavily they go To reach eternal joys! 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. C.M. 4 Blest Lord, and shall we ever live At this poor dying rate? Our love so faint, so cold to thee, And thine to us so great! 5 Come, Holy Spirit, from above, With all thy quickening powers; Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours. 141 Winchester. 1 ETERNAL Spirit! Source of truth! Our contrite hearts inspire: Kindle the flame of heavenly love, And feed the pure desire. C.M. 2 T is thine to soothe the sorrowing soul, With guilt and fears opprest: " T is thine to bid the dying live, And give the weary rest. 3 Let no false joy deceive our minds; Lest, while we boast thy light, We fall from all our towering hopes, Down to eternal night. 113 WHITSUNTIDE. 4 Subdue the power of every sin, Whate'er that sin may be; That we, in singleness of heart, May worship only thee. 5 Then with our spirits witness bear That we are sons of God, Redeemed from sin, and death, and hell, Through Christ's atoning blood. O 142 St. Matthias. P.L.M. 1 COME, Holy Ghost, Lord God, full fill With thy rich grace, heart, mind, and will, And each believing soul inspire With thine own pure and holy fire. Lord, by the brightness of thy light, Thou in the faith dost men unite Of every land and every tongue; This to thy praise, O Lord, be sung. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 2 Thou holy Light and Guide divine, Oh, cause the Word of life to shine; Teach us to know our God aright, And call him Father with delight.d Keep us, O Lord, from all strange lore, That we may seek no masters more, But with true faith in Christ abide, And heartily in him confide. si T Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 3 Sweet source of comfort, holy Love, Send us thy succour from above, That in thy service we may stay, And troubles drive us not away. Lord, with thy grace our souls refresh, Confirm our frail and feeble flesh, 114 WHITSUNTIDE. That we through life and death to thee May press with Christian chivalry. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 143 Weimar. D. 7's. 1 SOURCE of good, whose power controls Every movement of our souls! Wind that quickens where it blows! Comforter of human woes! Lamp of God, whose ray serene In the darkest night is seen, Come, inspire my feeble strain, That I may not sing in vain. 2 God's own finger, skilled to teach Tongues of every land and speech, Balsam of the wounded soul, Binding up and making whole, Flame of pure and holy love, n Strength of all that live and move, Come, thy gifts and fire impart, Make me love thee from the heart. 3 Succour of the soul bereft, Let me in some sheltering cleft Of the Rock of Ages find Refuge from the stormy wind; Like a bird unto its nest, Flee away and be at rest: Shine, thou Sun of grace and joy, Breathe upon me from on high. 4 Precious gift by God bestowed! Come and make me thine abode. See! I languish, see! I faint, Listen to my sad complaint; Come, oh! fill me with thy love, Come with unction from above. 115 WHITSUNTIDE. smile anew B At thy soul- entrancing view. at That my heart may PART II. 1 As the hart with longing looks. For refreshing water- brooks, Heated in the burning chase; o So my soul desires thy grace; So my heavy- laden breast, By the cares of life opprest, Longs thy cooling streams to taste In this dry and barren waste. 2 Mighty Spirit, by whose aide Man a living soul was made, Everlasting God, whose fire xbo0 Kindles chaste and pure desire! Grant in every grief and loss I may calmly bear the cross, And surrender all to thee, Comforting and strengthening me. 3 Lord, to thy safe keeping take, no When I sleep and when I wake, Every feature, limb, and bone, 8 Everything I call my own; That each word, and work, and way, 116 And e'en this my humble lay, May, O heavenly Father, be Good and pleasing unto thee. 4 Let not Hell with frowns or smiles, Open force or cunning wiles, Break the thread of my brief days; And when gently life decays, Take to Heaven thy servant dear, Who hath loved and served thee here, There eternal hymns to raise, Mighty Spirit, to thy praise. WHITSUNTIDE. 144 Olmutz. 8,6,8,4. 1 OUR blest Redeemer, ere he breathed His tender last farewell, A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed With us to dwell. 2 He came in semblance of a dove, With sheltering wings outspread, The holy balm of peace and love On earth to shed. 3 He came sweet influence to impart, A gracious, willing guest, While he can find one humble heart Wherein to rest. 4 And his, that gentle voice, we hear, Soft as the breath of even, That checks each thought, that calms each And speaks of heaven. [ fear, 5 And every virtue we possess, And every victory won, And every thought of holiness, Are his alone. 6 Spirit of purity and grace, Our weakness, pitying, see; Oh, make our hearts thy dwelling- place, And meet for thee. 145 Darmstadt. 8,8,8,8,8,8. 1 CREATOR Spirit! by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid, Come visit every pious mind; Come pour thy joys on human kind, From sin and sorrow set us free, And make thy temples worthy thee. 2 0 Source of uncreated light! The Father's promised Paraclete, 117 WHITSUNTIDE. Thrice Holy Fount! thrice Holy Fire. Our hearts with heavenly love inspire! Come, and thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us while we sing. 3 Plenteous of grace, descend from high, Rich in thy seven- fold energy, Thou strength of his almighty hand, Whose power doth heaven and earth command, Proceeding Spirit, our defence, Who dost the gift of tongues dispense. 4 Immortal honour, endless fame, Attend the Almighty Father's name; The Saviour Son be glorified, Who for lost man's redemption died; And equal adoration be, Eternal Comforter, to thee. 146 Darmstadt. 1 CAPTAIN of Israel's host and Guide Of all who seek the land above, Beneath thy shadow we abide, The cloud of thy protecting love; Our strength, thy grace; our rule, thy word; Our end, the glory of the Lord. 2 By thine unerring Spirit led, We shall not in the desert stray; We shall not full direction need, Nor miss our providential way; As far from danger as from fear, While love, almighty love, is near. 147 Darmstadt. 1 EXPAND thy wings, celestial Dove, And, brooding o'er my nature's night, Call forth the ray of heavenly love; Let there in my dark soul be light, 118 8,8,8,8,8,8. 8,8,8,8,8,8. WHITSUNTIDE. And fill the illustrated abyssu With glorious beams of endless bliss. 2" Let there be light," again command, And light there in our hearts shall be; We then through faith shall understand Thy great mysterious Majesty; And, by the shining of thy grace, bar) Behold in Christ thy glorious face.A Melcombe. L.M. 148 1 SPIRIT of mercy, truth, and love! Oh, shed thy influence from above, And still from age to age convey The wonders of this sacred day. 2 In every clime, by every tongue, Be God's amazing glory sung, Let all the listening earth be taught The acts our great Redeemer wrought. 3 Unfailing Comfort! heavenly Guide! Still o'er thy favoured church preside: Still may mankind thy blessings prove, Spirit of mercy, truth, and love! Melcombe. L.M. 149 1 STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay, Though I have done thee such despite, Nor cast the sinner quite away, Nor take thine everlasting flight. 2 Though I have steeled my stubborn heart, Still shaken off my guilty fears, And vexed, and urged thee to depart, For many long rebellious years: 3 Though I have most unfaithful been Of all who e'er thy grace received; Ten thousand times thy goodness seen: Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved: 119 WHITSUNTIDE. 4 Yet, oh! the chief of sinners spare, In honour of my great High Priest; Nor in thy righteous anger swear To exclude me from thy people's rest. 5 Now, Lord, my weary soul release, Upraise me with thy gracious hand, Guide me into thy perfect peace, And bring me to the promised land. Melcombe. 150 1 COME, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove, With light and comfort from above; Be thou our guardian, thou our guide, O'er every thought and step preside. 2 The light of truth to us display, And make us know and choose thy way; Plant holy fear in every heart, That we from God may not depart. L.M. 3 Lead us to holiness- the road That we must take to dwell with God; Lead us to Christ, the living way, Nor let us from his precepts stray. 4 Lead us to God, our final rest, To be with him for ever blest; Lead us to heaven, its joy to share, Fulness of joy for ever there. Melcombe. 151 1 COME, Holy Spirit, calm my mind, And fit me to approach my God; Remove each vain, each worldly thought, And lead me to thy blest abode. L.M. 2 Hast thou imparted to my soul of A living spark of holy fire? Oh, kindle new the sacred flame, And make me burn with pure desire. 120 WHITSUNTIDE. 3 Impress upon my wandering heart The love that Christ to sinners bore; That I may mourn the wounds I caused And my redeeming God adore. 4 A brighter faith and hope impart,+ And let me now my Saviour see; O soothe and cheer my burdened heart, And bid my spirit rest in thee. Vienna. 152 1 HOLY Spirit, in my breast Grant that lively faith may rest; And subdue each rebel thought, To believe what thou hast taught. 2 When around my sinking soul Gathering waves of sorrow roll, Spirit blest, the tempest still, And with hope my bosom fill. 3 Holy Spirit, from my mind Thought, and wish, and will unkina, Deed and word unkind, remove, And my bosem fill with love: 4 Till our faith be lost in sight, Hope be swallowed in delight, Love return to dwell with thee, In the threefold Deity. 153 Vienna. 1 GRACIOUS Spirit! love divine, Let thy light around us shine; All our guilty fears remove; Fill us with thy peace and love. 2 Pardon to the contrite give; Bid the wounded sinner live; Lead us to the Lamb of God; Wash us in his precious blood. G 7's. 7'8. 121 WHITSUNTIDE. 3 Earnest thou of heavenly rest, Comfort every troubled breast! Life and joy to all impart, Sanctifying, Lord, each heart. A 4 Guardian Spirit! lest we stray, and A Keep us in our heavenly way; bat Bring us to thy courts above, Realm of light and endless love. 154 Vienna. 1 HOLY Spirit, from on high, Bend on us a pitying eye; Animate the drooping heart, Bid the power of sin depart. 2 Light up every dark recess Of our heart's ungodliness; Show us every devious way Where our steps have gone astray. 3 Teach us with repentant grief Humbly to implore relief: Then the Saviour's blood reveal, All our deep disease to heal. 4 Other groundwork should we lay, Sweep those empty hopes away; Make us feel that Christ alone Can for human guilt atone. 5 May we daily grow in grace, And pursue the heavenly race, Trained by wisdom, led by love, Till we reach our rest above. Vienna. 1 LIGHT of life, Seraphic fire! Love Divine, thyself impart; Every fainting soul inspire; Shine in every drooping heart! 155 122 7'8. 7'8. TRINITY SUNDAY. 2 Every mournful sinner cheer; Scatter all our guilty gloom; A Holy Spirit, now appear! To thy human temples come.loll 3 Come, in this accepted hour; Bring thy heavenly kingdom in; Fill us with Thy glorious power, Rooting out the love of sin. Trinity Sunday. 156 di St. Athanasins. P.M. 1 HOLY, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty; Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee, Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty, God in three Persons, blessed Trinity! 2 Holy, noly, holy! all the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be! 3 Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide thee, Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see, Only thou art holy; there is none beside thee Perfect in power, in love, and purity! 123 TRINITY SUNDAY. 4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! All thy works shall praise thy name, in earth, and sky, and sea; Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty! God in three Persons, blessed Trinity! 157 Crasselius. 1 FATHER of heaven, whose love profound A ransom for our souls hath found, Before thy throne we sinners bend; To us thy pardoning love extend. 2 Almighty Son, Incarnate Word, Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord, Before thy throne we sinners bend; To us thy saving grace extend. 3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath a The soul is raised from sin and death, Before thy throne we sinners bend; To us thy quickening power extend. 4 Jehovah, Father, Spirit, Son, Mysterious Godhead! Three in One! Before thy throne we sinners bend; Grace, pardon, life, to us extend. Croft's 148th. 6,6,6,6,8,8. 158 1 L.M. WE give immortal praise To God the Father's love, For all our comforts here, And better hopes above. He sent his own eternal Son To die for sins that man had done. JOLT 2 124 To God the Son belongs Immortal glory too, Who bought us with his blood From everlasting woe; 3 4 TRINITY SUNDAY. And now he lives, and now he reigns, And sees the fruit of all his pains. To God the Spirit's name Immortal worship give, Whose new- creating power blo! Makes the dead sinner live: His work completes the great design, And fills the soul with joy divine. Almighty God, to thee Be endless honour done; The undivided Three, And the mysterious One! Where reason fails with all her powers, There faith prevails, and love adores 159 Manheim. 8,7,4 1 LEAD us! Heavenly Father, lead us, O'er the world's tempestuous sea; Guide us, guard 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 the 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 feeling blending, Pleasures that can never cloy. Thus provided, pardoned, guided, Nothing can our peace destroy. 125 edwg 8,7,4. 160 Manheim. 1 GUIDE us, O thou great Jehovah! Pilgrims through this barren land; We are weak, but thou art mighty; Hold us with thy powerful hand: Bread of heaven, Feed us till we want no more. TRINITY SUNDAY. 2 Open thou the crystal Fountain, Whence the healing waters flow; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead us all our journey through; Strong Deliverer, Be thou still our strength and shield. 3 When we tread the verge of Jordan, Bid our anxious fears subside; Death of Death, and Hell's destruction, Land us safe on Canaan's side; 1'0 161 Songs of praises We will ever give to thee. Wittemburg. 1 Ir God himself be for me, I may a host defy, 126 before me pray, My foes confounded fly: If Christ, the Head, befriend me, If God be my support, The mischief they intend me Shall quickly come to nought. 2 This I believe- yea, rather, iga In this I make my boast, That God is my dear Father, rod The friend who loves me most; And that, whate'er betide me, My Saviour is at hand, D. 7,6. For when I TRINITY SUNDAY. Through stormy seas to guide me, And bring me safe to land. 3 I build on this foundation, That Jesus and his blood Alone are my salvation, The true eternal good: Without him, all that pleases Is valueless on earth; The gifts I owe to Jesus, My love alone are worth. 4 His Holy Spirit dwelleth Within my willing heart, Tames it when it rebelleth, And soothes the keenest smart; He crowns his work with blessing, And helpeth me to cry My Father!" without ceasing, To him who dwells on high. 66 5. And when my soul is lying Weak, trembling, and opprest, He pleads with groans and sighing That cannot be exprest; But God's quick eye discerns them, Although they give no sound, And into language turns them, E'en in the heart's deep ground. 6 To mine his Spirit speaketh Sweet words of soothing power, How God to him that seeketh For rest, hath rest in store: There God himself prepareth My heritage and lot, And though my body weareth, My heaven shall fail me not. 127 TRINITY SUNDAY. PART II. 7 WHо clings with resolution To Him whom Satan hates, Must look for persecution Which never here abates; Reproaches, griefs, and losses Rain fast upon his head, A thousand plagues and crosses Become his daily bread. 8 All this I am prepared for, Yet am I not afraid; By thee shall all be cared for, To whom my vows were paid: Though life and limb it cost me, And all the earthly store Which once so much engrossed me, I love Thee all the more. 9 Not fire, nor sword, nor thunder, Shall sever me from thee; Though earth be rent asunder Thou'rt mine eternally: Not hunger, thirst, nor danger, Not pain, nor pinching want, Nor mighty princes' anger, My fearless soul shall daunt. 10 No angel, and no gladness, of s No throne, no pomp, nor show, No love, no hate, no sadness, No pain, no depth of woe, No scheme of man's contrivance, Though it be great or small, Shall draw me from thy guidance, Not one of these, nor all! 128 TRINITY SUNDAY. 11 My merry heart is springing, And knows not how to pine; " T is full of joy and singing, And only sees sunshine: em The sun whose smiles so cheer me Is Jesus Christ; to see And have him always near me Is heaven itself to me. 162 Lubeck. 1 GLORY be to God on high, bol God whose glory fills the sky: 6l Peace on earth to man forgiven, Man, the well- beloved of Heaven. 17'8. 2 Sovereign Father, heavenly King! Thee we now presume to sing; Glad thine attributes confess, Glorious all, and numberless. 3 Hail, by all thy works adored! Hail the everlasting Lord! Thee with thankful hearts we prove God of power, and God of love. 4 Christ our Lord and God we own, Christ, the Father's only Son, Lamb of God for sinners slain, Saviour of offending man. I G2 5 Bow thine ear, in mercy bow, Hear, the world's Atonement, Thou! Jesus, in thy name we pray, Take, oh, take our sins away! 6 Powerful Advocate with God, Justify us by thy blood; Bow thine ear, in mercy bow, Hear, the world's Atonement, Thou; 129 TRINITY SUNDAY. 7 Hear, for thou, O Christ, alone 11 Art with thy great Father one; One the Holy Ghost with thee; One supreme, eternal Three. St. Luke. 163 8,7,8,7,8,8,8,8. 1 Most high and holy Trinity! bich Thou God of all compassion! Who, in thy Godhead's likeness, me From nothing once didst fashion; T Oh! that my secret soul might be Filled only with the love of thee! Do thou thyself my heart prepare, Then come and make thy dwelling there. 2 Bend, Father, with a force divine, To thee each inclination; And make my soul thine inmost shrine, And peaceful habitation. Forgive me, Lord, that day by day Vain joys have drawn my heart astray; Now filled with thee, let nought beside, O Father! in my soul abide. 3 0 God the Son! thy truth make plain, With that my mind awaken;* Forgive, that oft by fictions vain It has been captive taken: Henceforth let every thought and deed On thee be fixed, from thee proceed: Draw me to thee, and grace bestow, To wean me from the joys below. 4 0 Holy Ghost! thou fire of love, My slothful will inflaming, Thy work to do, thy will to prove, Let me be ever aiming: Forgive me, that my wayward mind. So oft to sin has been inclined; 130 TRINITY SUNDAY. Now let me in thy favour rest, Thy love implanted in my breast. CO 5 Most high and holy Trinity! Lead me from earth to heaven; To thee and to eternity Let all my thoughts be given: Oh! make me one with thee below, That when from earth's dark scenes I go, In glory I may dwell with thee, Most, high and holy Trinity! Haerlem. 164 2 4 P.M. FATHER, throned on high, Yet to mortals nigh! While the hosts of heaven adore thee, We on earth fall down before thee, And with rapture raise Songs of love and praise. O eternal Word, Our incarnate Lord! We to thee thanksgiving render, Thee, thy church's strong defender, And as monarch own None but thee alone. O thou Spirit of grace, Source of holiness, Who the Saviour's sceptre wieldest, And from Satan's vengeance shieldest, ' T is by thee we live, Praise to thee we give. Had we angels' tongues, With seraphic songs, Bowing hearts and knees before thee, Triune God, we would adore thee In the highest strain, For the Lamb once slain. 131 165 1 2 Guide me with thine eye; Warn to fight or fly, JA When the foe, a lion raging, Or with serpent guile engaging, Comes in wrath to tear, Or by fraud insnare: 3 4 5 6 TRINITY SUNDAY. 132 Haerlem. BLESSED be thy name, Jesus Christ!-the same Yesterday, to- day, for ever, What from thee my soul shall sever, While I hear thy voice, And in thee rejoice? Hold me with thine hand, For by faith I stand! On thy strength my sole reliance, In thy truth my whole affiance: Then, where'er I roam, I am travelling home. Lord, thy word is light; Led by it aright, P.M. When a pilgrim, like my fathers, Life's last shadow round me gathers, May its brightening ray Shine to perfect day. With my latest breath, Overcoming death, From the body disencumbered, With thy saints in glory numbered, Jesus, may I be Found in peace with thee. Praise the Lord most high, All below the sky, TRINITY SUNDAY. Praise to thine eternal merit, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit; Earth and heaven raise Songs of loudest praise. 166 Westminster. C.M. 1 HAIL! holy, holy, holy Lord! Whom One- in- Three we know, By all thy heavenly host adored, By all thy church below. 2 One undivided Trinity With triumph we proclaim; Thy universe is full of thee, And speaks thy glorious name. 3 Thee, Holy Father, we confess; Thee, Holy Son, adore; Thee, Spirit of truth and holiness, We worship evermore. 4 Three Persons equally Divine We magnify and love; And both the choirs ere long shall join To sing thy praise above. 5 Hail! holy, holy, holy Lord, ( Our heavenly song shall be,) Supreme, essential One, adored În co- eternal Three! 167 Westminster. 1 FATHER of me, and all mankind, And all the hosts above, Let every understanding mind Unite to praise thy love. 2 To know thy nature, and thy name, One God in Persons Three; And glorify the great I AM, Through all eternity. C.M. 133 TRINITY SUNDAY. 3 Thy kingdom come, with To every heart of man; Thy peace, and joy, and righteousness, In all our bosoms reign. power and grace, 4 The righteousness that never ends, 01 But makes an end of sin, The joy that human thought transcends," Into our souls bring in. 5 The kingdom of established peace, Which can no more remove; The perfect power of godliness, The omnibotence of love. 168 Westminster. 1 0 SUN of Righteousness, arise, With healing in thy wing! To my diseased, my fainting soul Life and salvation bring. C.M. 2 These clouds of pride and sin dispel, By thy all- piercing beam; b Lighten my eyes with faith, my heart With holy hope inflame. 3 My mind, by thy all- quickening power, From low desires set free; Unite my scattered thoughts, and fix My love entire on thee. 4 Father, thy long- lost son receive; Saviour, thy purchase own; Blest Comforter, with peace and joy Thy new- made creature crown. 5 Eternal, undivided Lord, Co- equal One and Three, On thee all faith, all hope be placed; All love be paid to thee! 134 TRINITY SUNDAY. 169 Westminster. 1 COME, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One God in Persons Three, Bring back the heavenly blessing, lost By all mankind and me. 2 Thy favour and thy nature too, To me, to all restore; Forgive, and after God renew, And keep us evermore. 3 Eternal Sun of Righteousness, Display thy beams divine; And cause the glories of thy face Upon my heart to shine." 4 Light in thy light, oh, may I see, Thy grace and mercy prove; Revived, and cheered, and blessed by thee, The God of pardoning love. 5 Lift up thy countenance serene, And let thy happy child Behold, without a cloud between, The Godhead reconciled! 6 That all- comprising peace bestow On me, through grace forgiven; The joys of holiness below, And then the joys of heaven. Moscow. 170 C.M. 6,6,4,6,6,6,4. 1 THOU, whose Almighty word Chaos and darkness heard, And took their flight, Hear us, we humbly pray; And, where the Gospel- day Sheds not its glorious ray, " Let there be light!" 135 SCRIPTURE. 2 Thou, who didst come to bring, On thy redeeming wing, Healing and sight; Health to the sick in mind, Sight to the inly blind, Oh, now to all mankind " Let there be light!" 66 3 Spirit of truth and love, Life- giving, holy Dove, Speed forth thy flight! Move on the waters' face, Bearing the lamp of grace, And in earth's darkest place " Let there be light!" 14 Blessed and Holy Three, Glorious Trinity, "" Wisdom, Love, Might! I Boundless as ocean's tide, Rolling in fullest pride, Through the world far and wide " Let there be light!" Miscellaneous Subjects. I. SCRIPTURE. 171 St. Stephen's. C.M. 1 FATHER of mercies, in thy word E What endless glory shines! For ever be thy name adored, For these celestial lines. 136 2 Here may the wretched sons of want Exhaustless riches find; Riches above what earth can grant, And lasting as the mind. SCRIPTURE. 3 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heavenly peace around; And life, and everlasting joys, Attend the blissful sound 4 Oh, may these heavenly pages be My ever dear delight; And still new beauties may I see, And still increasing light. 5 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, Be thou for ever near! Teach me to love thy sacred word, And view my Saviour there. 172 Ps. cxix. St. Stephen's. C.M. 1 OH, that the Lord would guide my ways, To keep his statutes still! Oh, that my God would grant me grace, To know and do his will! 2 Send down thy Spirit, Lord, to write Thy law upon my heart; Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, Nor act the liar's part. 3 From vanity turn off mine eyes, Let no corrupt design, No covetous desires, arise, Nor selfish wish be mine. 4 Order my footsteps by thy word, And make my heart sincere; Let sin have no dominion, Lord, But keep my conscience clear. 5 Make me to walk in thy commands; ' T is a delightful road! Nor let my head, nor heart, nor hands, Offend against my God. 137 SCRIPTURE. 173 Ps. cxix. St. Stephen's. C.M. 1 How shall the young secure their hearts, And guard their lives from sin? Thy word, O Lord, the way imparts, To keep the conscience clean. 2 When that pervades the sinner's mind, And spreads its light abroad, The meanest may instruction find, And raise their thoughts to God. a 3' T is like the sun, a heavenly light, To guide us all the day, And through the dangers of the night A lamp to lead our way. 4 Thy word is everlasting truth; How pure is every page! Oh! may it guard our earliest youth, And cheer our latest age! 174 St. Stephen's. 1 FATHER of all, in whom alone We live, and move, and breathe; One bright celestial ray send down, And cheer thy sons beneath. 2 While in thy word we search for thee, And search with trembling awe, Open our eyes, and let us see The wonders of thy law. 3 Now let our darkness comprehend The light that shines so clear; Now thy revealing Spirit send, And give us ears to hear. 4 Before us make thy goodness pass, Which here by faith we know; Let us in Jesus see thy face, And die to all below. C.M. 138 SCRIPTURE. 175 Erfurt. 1 God, in the Gospel of his Son, Makes his eternal counsels known; Where love in all its glory shines, And truth is drawn in fairest lines. 2 The prisoner here may break his chains; The weary rest from all his pains; The captive feel his bondage cease; The mourner find the way of peace. 3 Here faith reveals to mortal eyes A brighter world beyond the skies; Here shines the light which guides our way From earth to realms of endless day. 4 Oh! grant us grace, Almighty Lord, To mark and learn thy holy word; Its truths with meekness to receive, And by its holy precepts live. L.M. 176 1 I HOLD the sacred book of God, To hear, and keep, and use it free; But holy martyrs shed their blood To win this word of life for me! Erfurt. UNT L.M. 2 With steady faith in Christ alone The threats of impious power they spurned; And, bold that holy faith to own, They gave their bodies to be burned. 3 In heaven with palms they triumph now; We love to speak their honoured names, Oh, may our lips and lives avow The truth they kept through blood and flames! 139 ATTRIBUTES OF GOD. II. THE ATTRIBUTES OF GOD. 177 Ps. xc. Windsor. C.M. 1 0 GOD, our help in ages past, buk Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home. 2 Under the shadow of thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure: Sufficient is thine arm alone, And our defence is sure. 3 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame; From everlasting thou art God, 140 To endless years the same. 4 A thousand ages in thy sight dist Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever- rolling stream, Bears all its sons away: They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 6 0 God! our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come; Be thou our guard while life shall last, And our eternal home. 178 Windsor. 1 GREAT God! to me the sight afford, To him of old allowed; And let my faith behold its Lord Tesal Descending in a cloud. 140 C.M. 1 ATTRIBUTES OF GOD. 2 In thy revealing Spirit come down, Thine attributes proclaim, And to my inmost soul make known The glories of thy name. 19 8 3 Jehovah, Christ, I thee adore, Who gav'st my soul to be! Fountain of being, and of power, And great in majesty. 4 The Lord, the mighty God, thou art; But let me rather prove That name in- spoken to my heart, That favourite name of Love. 5 Merciful God, thyself proclaim In this polluted breast; Mercy is thy distinguished name, Which suits a sinner best. 6 Our misery doth for pity call, Our sin implores thy grace; And thou art merciful to all Our lost, apostate race. C.M 179 French. 1 SWEET is the memory of thy grace, My God, my heavenly King; Let age to age thy righteousness In sounds of glory sing. lod bar 2 God reigns on high, but not confines His goodness to the skies; T Through the whole earth his bounty shines, And every want supplies. 3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee for daily food, Thy liberal hand provides their meat, And fills their mouths with good. 141 ATTRIBUTES OF GOD. 4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord! How slow thy terrors move! But soon goes forth thy pardoning word To cheer whom thou dost love. 5 Creatures, with all their endless race, Thy power and praise proclaim; But saints that taste thy richer grace Delight to bless thy name. 180 French. 1 My God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, men The glory of my brightest days, And 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 op'ning heavens around me shine, With beams of sacred bliss, If Jesus shows his mercy mine, And whispers I am his. French. 181 1 THY ceaseless, unexhausted love, Unmerited and free, C.M. C.M. Delights our evil to remove, And help our misery. 2 Thou waitest to be gracious still: fol Thou dost with sinners bear, That, saved, we may thy goodness feel, And all thy grace declare. 142 3 Its streams the whole creation reach, So plenteous is the store; Enough for all, enough for each, Enough for evermore! ATTRIBUTES OF GOD. 4 Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies are, A rock that cannot move; A thousand promises declare Thy constancy of love. 5 Throughout the universe it reigns 108 Unalterably sure: And while the truth of God remains The goodness must endure. French. D.C.M. 182 1 BEING of beings! God of love! To thee our hearts we raise; Thy all- sustaining power we prove, And gladly sing thy praise. 2 Thine, wholly thine, we long to be; Our sacrifice receive; Made, and preserved, and saved by thee, To thee ourselves we give. 3 Come, Holy Ghost, the Saviour's love Shed in our hearts abroad: So shall we ever live and move And be with Christ in God. 183 Old 81st. 1 FATHER, how wide thy glory snines! How high thy wonders rise! Known through the earth by thousand signs, By thousands through the skies: Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power; Their motions speak thy skill; And on the wings of every hour We read thy patience still. C.M. 2 Part of thy name divinely stands On all thy creatures writ; They show the labour of thy hands, Or impress of thy feet. 143 ATTRIBUTES OF GOD. The kingdom, Lord, is thine alone, Who dost thy right maintain, And high on thine eternal throne, O'er men and angels reign. 3 But when we view thy strange design. To save rebellious worms, Where vengeance and compassion join In their divinest forms; Here the whole Deity is known, Nor dares a creature guess Which of the glories brightest shone, The justice or the grace. 4 Now the full glories of the Lamb Á Adorn the heavenly plains! Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name, And try their choicest strains. Oh! may I bear some humble part In that immortal song! Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, And love command my tongue. 184 Morabia. 1 COMMIT thou all thy griefs And ways into his hands, To his most sure and tender care, Who earth and heaven commands; S.M. 2 Who points the clouds their course, Whom winds and seas obey ,He shall direct thy wandering feet, He shall prepare thy way. 3 Thou on the Lord rely, So safe shalt thou go on; Fix on his word thy steadfast eye, So shall thy work be done. 144 4 5 6 7 8 ATTRIBUTES OF GOD. No profit canst thou gain By self- consuming care; To him commit thy cause; his ear Attends the softest prayer. 1 2 Thy wisdom infinite, Father, thy ceaseless love, Sees all thy children's wants, and knows What best for each will prove. 3 And whatsoe'er thou will'st Thou dost, O King of kings; What thine unerring wisdom chose, Thy power to being brings. Thou everywhere hast sway, And all things serve thy might ,Thy every act pure blessing is, Thy path unsullied light. When thou arisest, Lord, What shall thy word withstand? When all thy children want thou giv'st, Who, who shall stay thy hand? PART II. GIVE to the winds thy fears, Hope and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Through waves, and clouds, and storms, He gently clears the way; Wait thou his time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day. Still heavy is thy heart? Still sink thy spirits down? Cast off the weight, let fear depart, every care be gone. And H 145 4 5 6 7 8 ATTRIBUTES OF GOD. What though thou rulest not? Yet heaven, and earth, and hell, Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne, And ruleth all things well. Leave to his sovereign sway To choose and to command; So shalt thou, wondering, own his sway ,How wise, how strong his hand! Far, far above thy thought His counsel shall appear, When fully he the work hath wrought That caused thy needless fear. Thou seest our weakness, Lord, Our hearts are known to thee; Oh, lift thou up the sinking hand, Confirm the feeble knee! Let us in life, in death, Thy stedfast truth declare, And publish with our latest breath Thy love and guardian care. 185 St. John's. 8, 7, double. 1 I WILL sing my Maker's praises, And in him most joyful be, For in all things I see traces Of the good he meaneth me: Nothing else but love could move him With such sweet and tender care, All who try to serve and love him Evermore to raise and bear. 146 ATTRIBUTES OF GOD. 2 As an eagle spreads her feathers O'er her young, secure from harm, So the Lord his people gathers, And protects them with his arm: He who life and being gave me, Even in my mother's womb He shall ever guard and save me, From the cradle to the tomb. 3 Not less dear doth he esteem me Than the Son he loves so well; Yea, he gave him to redeem me From the quenchless flames of hell: Well of life that springeth ever! Sea of love that hath no ground! Fruitless were my best endeavour Depth of love like thine to sound. 4 God his Spirit to instruct me In his holy word hath given, That he safely may conduct me Through this weary world to heaven: He my heart's dark chambers filleth With the clear pure light of faith, And thereby e'en hell he stilleth, And destroys the power of death. PART II. 5 ALL which for my soul is needful He will carefully provide, Nor of that is he unheedful Which my body needs beside: 147 ATTRIBUTES OF GOD. When my strength cannot avail meAt the best a broken reedGod appears; he will not fail me In the time of utmost need. 6 When I sleep he still is near me, O'er me rests his sleepless eye; And new gifts and blessings cheer me When the morning streaks the sky. Had not God's sweet angel hovered Over me to shield and bless, Surely I had not recovered Out of many a sore distress. PART III. 7 As a father ne'er removeth All his love for some lost child, But the prodigal still loveth, Yearning to be reconciled; So my sins and many errors Find a tender pardoning God, Who doth not with penal terrors Chasten them, but with the rod. 8 All his blows and scourges truly For the moment grievous prove, And yet, when I weigh them duly, Are but tokens of his love; Proofs that he is watching o'er me, And would by the cross and rod From this wicked world restore me To my Father and my God. 148 ATTRIBUTES OF GOD. 9 On this thought I dwell with pleasure, After war there cometh peace; Christ's cross hath its time and measure, And at last will wholly cease: When the winter disappeareth, Summer comes with flower and leaf, So to him who waits and beareth, Joy ere long shall follow grief. 10 Since then neither change nor coldness In his precious love can be, Lo! I lift my hands with boldness, As a child I come to thee. Grant me grace, O God, I pray thee, That I may with all my might Love, and trust thee, and obey thee, All the day and all the night. L.M. 186 Worcester. 1 THEE we adore, eternal Lord! We praise thy name with one accord: Thy saints, who here thy goodness see, Through all the world do worship thee. 2 To thee aloud all angels cry, And ceaseless raise their songs on high, Both cherubin and seraphin, The heavens and all the powers therein. 3 The apostles join the glorious throng; The prophets swell the immortal song; The martyrs' noble army raise Eternal anthems to thy praise. 149 ATTRIBUTES OF GOD. 4 Thee, holy, holy, holy King! Thee, O Lord God of Hosts, they sing! Thus earth below and heaven above Resound thy glory and thy love. Ps. lvii. orcester. L.M. 187 1 THY mercy, Lord, to us extend; On thee alone our hopes depend; Thy sheltering wings around us cast, Till life's rude storm be overpast. 2 Our heart, O God, our heart is fixed; Our fears with holy joy are mixed: And with the heart our voice we raise To thee in grateful songs of praise. 3 Thy praises, Lord, we will resound To all the listening nations round; Thy truth beyond the clouds extends; Thy love the highest heaven transcends. 4 Be thou, O Lord, exalted high; And, as thy glory fills the sky, So let it be on earth displayed, Till thou art here, as there, obeyed. Ps. cxlix. Crasselius. 188 L.M. 1 PRAISE ye the Lord;' t is good to raise Our hearts and voices in his praise; His nature and his works invite To make this duty our delight. 2 He formed the stars, those heavenly flames; He counts their numbers, calls their names; His wisdom' s vast and knows no bound, A deep where all our thoughts are drowned. 3 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who spread his clouds around the sky; There he prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 150 ATTRIBUTES OF GOD. 4 He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling fields with corn; The beasts with food his hands supply, And the young ravens when they cry. 5 But saints are lovely in his sight: He views his children with delight; He sees their hope, he knows their fear, And marks and loves his image there. L.M. 189 Crasselius. 1 ETERNAL Power, whose high abode Becomes the majesty of God; Infinite lengths beyond the bounds Where stars revolve their little rounds. 2 Thee while the first archangel sings, He hides his face behind his wings; And ranks of shining thrones around Fall worshipping, and spread the ground. 3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do! We would adore our Maker too! From sin and dust to thee we cry, The Great, the Holy, and the High! 4 Earth from afar hath heard thy fame, And worms have learnt to lisp thy name; But, oh! the glories of thy mind Leave all our soaring thoughts behind! L.M. 190 Ps. xxxvi. Crasselius. 1 HIGH in the heavens, eternal God, Thy goodness in full glory shines: Thy truth shall break through every cloud, That veils and darkens thy designs. 2 For ever firm thy justice stands, As mountains their foundations keep; 151 ATTRIBUTES OF GOD. Wise are the wonders of thy hands; Thy judgments are a mighty deep. A Thy providence is kind and large, Both man and beast thy bounty share; The whole creation is thy charge, But saints are thy peculiar care. 4 My God, how excellent thy grace, Whence all our hope and comfort springs! The sons of Adam in distress Fly to the shadow of thy wings. 5 Life, like a fountain rich and free, Springs from the presence of the Lord; And in thy light our souls shall see The glories promised in thy word. 191 Ps. cxiii. Excter. 1 YE saints and servants of the Lord, The triumphs of his name record; His sacred name for ever bless; Where'er the circling sun displays His rising beams or setting rays, P.M. Due praise to his great name address. 2 God through the world extends his sway; The regions of eternal day But shadows of his glory are: With him whose majesty excels, Who made the heavens in which he dwells, Let not created power compare. 3 Though' t is beneath his state to view In highest heaven what angels do, Yet he to earth vouchsafes his care; He takes the needy from his cell, Within his sacred courts to dwell, Companion to the greatest there. 152 ATTRIBUTES OF GOD. 4 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ,The God whom heaven's triumphant host, And holy men on earth adore ,Be glory as in ages past, As now it is, and so shall last, When time itself shall be no more. 192 Ps. exlvi. Exeter. 1 HAPPY the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God; He made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train: His truth for ever stands secure; He saves the opprest, he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. P.M. 2 The Lord pours eyesight on the blind, The Lord supports the fainting mind; He sends the labouring conscience peace; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless, And grants the prisoner sweet release. 3 I'll praise him while he lends me breath; And, when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. 4 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ,The God whom heaven's triumphant host And holy men on earth adore ,Be glory as in ages past, As now it is, and so shall last, When time itself shall be no more. H 2 153 CREATION. III. CREATION. 193 Ps. exlviii. Croft's 148thy. 6,6,6,6,8,8. 1 YE boundless realms of joy, Maker's name; Exalt your In praise your songs employ Above the starry frame; Your voices raise, Ye cherubim 154 And seraphim, To sing his praise. 2 Thou moon, the queen of night, Thou sun, the orb of day, Ye glittering stars of light, To him your homage pay: His praise declare, Ye heavens above, And clouds that move In liquid air. 3 Let them adore the Lord And praise his holy name, By whose almighty word They all from nothing came; And all shall last From changes free;His firm decree Stands ever fast. 4 His chosen saints to grace, He lifts to thrones on high; And favours Israel's race, Who still to him are nigh; Oh, therefore raise Your grateful voice, And still rejoice The Lord to praise. CREATION. 194 Ps. xix. ambetly. 1 THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun, from day to day, Doth his Creator's power display; And publishes to every land The works of an Almighty hand. D.L.M. 2 Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly, to the listening earth, Repeats the story of her birth: While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 3 What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball? What though nor real voice nor sound, Amid their radiant orbs be found? In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing, as they shine, " The hand that made us is Divine." 195 Lambeth. 1 FATHER of all, whose powerful voice Called forth this universal frame! Whose mercies over all rejoice, Through endless ages still the same! Wisdom, and might, and love are thine: Prostrate before thy feet we fall, Confess thine attributes divine, And hail thee, sovereign Lord of all. 155 D.L.M. PROVIDENCE. 2 Thee, sovereign Lord, let all confess, That move in earth, or air, or sky; Revere thy power, thy goodness bless, Tremble before thy piercing eye. All ye who owe to him your birth, In praise your every hour employ. Jehovah reigns! be glad, O earth, And shout, ye morning stars, for joy. 3 Blessing and honour, praise and love, Coëqual, coëternal Three! In earth below, and heaven above, By all thy works be paid to thee. Thrice holy! thine the kingdom is; The power omnipotent is thine; And when created nature dies, Thy glories shall for ever shine. IV. PROVIDENCE. 196 St. Matthew's. 1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God! My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise. Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, To taste those gifts with joy. 2 Unnumbered comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestowed, Long ere my infant heart conceived From whom those comforts flowed. When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm unseen conveyed me safe, And led me up to man. 156 D.C.M. PROVIDENCE. 3 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, It gently cleared my way, And through the pleasing snares of vice, More to be feared than they. bak When worn with sickness, oft hast thou With health renewed my face; And when in sins and sorrows sunk, Revived my soul with grace. 4 Through every period of my life May I thy love proclaim; And after death in distånt worlds Resume the glorious theme! Yea, through eternal ages, Lord! I would my tribute raise: But, oh! eternity's too short To utter all thy praise! 197 Irish. 10 GOD of Bethel! by whose hand Thy people still are fed; Who through this weary pilgrimage Hast all our fathers led. C.M. 2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before thy throne of grace: God of our fathers! be the God Of their succeeding race. 3 Through each perplexing path of life, Our wandering footsteps guide; Give us each day our daily bread, And raiment fit provide. 4 Oh, spread thy covering wings around, Till all our wanderings cease, And at our Father's loved abode, Our souls arrive in peace. 157 PROVIDENCE. 5 Such blessing from thy gracious hand Our humble prayers implore; And thou shalt be our chosen God, And portion evermore. 198 Irish. 1 FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at thy throne of grace, Let this petition rise:2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From every murmur free; The blessings of thy grace impart, And let me live to thee. C.M. 3 Let this sweet hope that thou art mine My life and death attend; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end. 199 Ps.xci. rish. C.M. 1 INCARNATE God! the soul that knows Thy name's mysterious power, Shall dwell in undisturbed repose, Nor fear the trying hour. 2 Thy wisdom, faithfulness, and love, To feeble, helpless worms, A buckler and a refuge prove, From enemies and storms. 3 Angels unseen attend the saints, And bear them in their arms, To cheer the spirit when it faints, And guard their life from harms. 4 Crosses and changes are their lot, Long as they sojourn here; But since their Saviour changes not, What have the saints to fear? 158 PROVIDENCE. 200 Irish. 1 THEE, Jesus, full of truth and grace, Thee, Saviour, we adore; Thee in affliction's furnace praise, And magnify thy power. 2 Thy power, in human weakness shown, Shall make us all entire; C.M. We now thy guardian presence own, And walk unburned in fire. 3 Thee, Son of Man, by faith we see, And glory in our guide; Surrounded and upheld by thee, The fiery test abide. 4 The fire our graces shall refine, Till, moulded from above, We bear the character divine, The stamp of perfect love. Nottingham. 201 1 GOD moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never- failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. C.M. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. 159 PROVIDENCE. 5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain. Ps. cvii. Nottingham. 202 C.M. 1 How are thy servants blessed, O Lord! How sure is their defence! Eternal wisdom is their guide; Their help, omnipotence. 2 In foreign realms, and lands remote, Supported by thy care, Through burning climes they pass unhurt, And breathe in tainted air. 3 When in the dreadful whirls they hang, High on the broken wave, They find thee neither slow to hear, Nor impotent to save. 4 From all their dangers and their fears Thy mercy sets them free, While in the confidence of prayer Their souls take hold on thee. 5 The storm is laid, the winds retire, Obedient to thy will; The sea, which roars at thy command, At thy command is still. 6 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths, We will thy name adore; We praise thee for thy mercies past, And trust thy grace for more! 160 PROVIDENCE. 203 Nottingham. 1 LORD, what thy providence denies I calmly would resign; For thou art good and just and wise; Oh, bend my will to thine. C.M. 2 Whate'er thy sacred will ordains, Oh, give me strength to bear; And let me know my Father reigns, And trust his tender care. 3 Thy sovereign ways are all unknown To my weak, erring sight; Yet let my soul adoring own That all thy ways are right. 4 My God, my Father! be thy name My solace and my stay; Oh, wilt thou seal my humble claim, And drive my fears away? 204 Nottingham. C.M. 1 THOU boundless Source of every good! Our best desires fulfil; And help us to adore thy grace, And mark thy sovereign will. 2 In all thy mercies may our souls Thy bounteous goodness see; Nor let the gifts thy hand imparts Estrange our hearts from thee. 3 In every changing scene of life, Whate'er that scene may be, Give us a meek and humble mind, A mind at peace with thee. 4 Do thou direct our steps aright; Help us thy name to fear And give us grace to watch and pray, And strength to persevere. 161 PROVIDENCE. 5 Then may we close our eyes in death, Free from distracting care; For death is life, and labour rest, If thou art with us there. 205 Ps. xxxiv. Nottingham. C.M. 1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy, Still shall the praises of my God My heart and tongue employ. 2 Of his deliverance I will boast, Till all that are distrest, From my example comfort take, And soothe their griefs to rest. 3 Come, magnify the Lord with me, With me exalt his name; When in distress to him I called, He to my rescue came. 4 Oh! make but trial of his love; Experience will decide, How blest are they, and only they, Who in his truth confide. 5 Fear him, ye saints, and ye will then Have nothing else to fear: Make ye his service your delight, He' ll make your wants his care. 206 Mornington's Chant. No. 1. 10 THOU that dwellest in the heavens high, Above yon' stars, and- with'in yon sky; Where the dazzling fields never needed light Of the sun by' day, or- the' moon by night. 2 Though flaming millions a'round thee stand, For the sake of Him that' s- at' thy right hand, Oh, think on those that have' cost him dear, Now lingering in' sadness and' darkness here. 162 REDEMPTION. 3 Our night is dreary, and' dim- is our day, And if thou shalt' turn thy' face away, We are sinful, feeble, and helpless dust, With none to look- to, and' none to trust. 4 The powers of darkness are all abroad, They know no' Saviour, they' fear no God; And we are trembling in' dumb dismay, Oh, turn not' thou thy' face away. 5 Thine aid, O Mighty' One, we crave! Not shortened' is thine' arm to save: Let not thine anger' ever burnReturn, O' Lord of hosts, return! V.- REDEMPTION. 207 All Saints. 1 FATHER, to thee my soul I lift, On thee my hope depends, Convinced that every perfect gift From thee alone descends. 2 Mercy and grace are thine alone, And power and wisdom too; Without the Spirit of thy Son, We nothing good can do. C.M. 3 We cannot speak one gracious word, One holy thought conceive, Unless, in answer to our Lord, Thyself the blessing give. 4 Thou all our works in us hast wrought; Our good is all divine; The praise of every virtuous thought And righteous word is thine. 5 From thee, through Jesus, we receive The power on thee to call; In thee, our God, we move and live; Thou art our All in All. 163 REDEMPTION. 208 All Saints. 1 My God, my God, to thee I cry; Thee only would I know: Thy purifying blood apply, And wash me white as snow. 2 Touch me, and make the leper clean, Purge my iniquity: Unless thou wash my soul from sin, I have no part in thee. 3 But art thou not already mine? Answer, if mine thou art! Whisper within, thou Love Divine, And cheer my drooping heart. 4 Oh, could I lose myself in thee, Thy depth of mercy prove, Thou vast unfathomable sea Of unexhausted love! C.M. 5 My humbled soul, when thou art near, In dust and ashes lies: How shall a sinful worm appear, Or meet thy purer eyes? 6 I loathe myself when God I see, And into nothing fall; Content if thou exalted be, And Christ be All in All. 164 209 All Saints. 1 APPROACH, my soul, the mercy- seat, Where Jesus answers prayer; Still humbly bow before his feet, For none can perish there. 2 Saviour, thy word is all my plea, With this I venture nigh; Thou callest wearied souls to thee, And such, O Lord, am I. C.M. REDEMPTION. 3 Laden with grief, and guilt, and pain, By Satan's power depressed, By war without, and fears within, I come to thee for rest. 4 Be thou my shield and hiding- place, That, sheltered near thy side, I may my fierce accuser face, And tell him," Thou hast died." 5 0 wondrous love, to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame, That guilty sinners, such as I, Might plead thy gracious name! 210 All Saints. 1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. C.M. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, It calms the troubled breast; ' Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest. 3 Dear Name! the rock on which I bund, My shield and hiding- place; My never- failing treasury, filled With boundless stores of grace. 4 Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought. 5 Till then I would thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath; And may the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death. 165 211 Salisbury. 1 SALVATION! oh, the joyful sound! Glad tidings to our ears; A sovereign balm for every wound, A cordial to our fears. REDEMPTION. Cho. Glory, honour, praise, and power, Be unto the Lamb for ever! Jesus Christ is our Redeemer: Hallelujah! praise ye the Lord. 2 Salvation! Let the echo fly The spacious earth around; While all the armies of the sky Conspire to swell the sound.& c. 3 Salvation! Oh, thou dying Lamb! To thee the praise belongs Salvation shall our hearts inflame, And dwell upon our tongues.& c. Potsdam. S.M. 2 212 1 To praise our Shepherd's care, His wisdom, love, and might, Your loudest, loftiest songs prepare, And bid the world unite! Supremely good and great, He tends his blood- bought fold; He stoops, though throned in highest state, The feeblest to uphold. He hears their softest plaint; He sees them when they roam; And if his meanest lamb should faint, His bosom bears it home. 3 P.M. 4 Kind Shepherd of the sheep! A weakly flock are we, And snares and foes are nigh, but keep The lambs who look to thee. 166 5 213 2 And if through death's dark vale Our feet should early tread, Oh, may we reach thy fold, and hail The love which us has led. 3 Potsdam. 1 THIS, this is He that came By water and by blood! Jesus is our atoning Lamb, Our sanctifying God. See from his wounded side The mingled current flow! The water and the blood applied Shall wash us white as snow. The water cannot cleanse, Before the blood we feel, To purge the guilt of all our sins, And our forgiveness seal. But both in Jesus join, Who speaks our sins forgiven, And gives the purity divine That makes us meet for heaven. 2 REDEMPTION. 3 4 214 Potsdam. 1 Nor all the blood of beasts On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away the stain. S.M. But Christ the heavenly Lamb Takes all our sins away; A sacrifice of nobler name And richer blood than they. My faith would lay her hand Upon that head divine; While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. S.M. 167 4 5 REDEMPTION. My soul looks back to see The burden thou didst bear, When hanging on the cursed tree, And hopes her guilt was there. Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing his bleeding love. 215 Cassel. 1 JESU! lover of my soul! Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is nigh; Hide me, oh, my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past! Safe into the haven guide, Oh, receive my soul at last! D. 7's. 2 Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on thee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing. 3 Thou, O Christ! art all I want; More than all in thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name; I am all unrighteousness; Vile and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace 168 REDEMPTION. 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of thee; Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity. 216 Cassel. 1 OBJECT of my first desire, Jesus crucified for me; All to happiness aspire, Only to be found in thee. Thee to praise and thee to know, Constitute our bliss below; Thee to see and thee to love, Constitute our bliss above. 2 Lord, it is not life to live, If thy presence thou deny; Lord, if thou thy presence give, ' T is no longer death to die. Source and giver of repose, Singly from thy smile it flows; Peace and happiness are thine, Mine they are, if thou art mine. Eisenach. D. 7's. 217 1 JESUS, my Saviour, let me be More perfectly conformed to thee; Implant each grace, each sin dethrone, And form my temper like thine own. 2 My foe, when hungry, let me feed, Share in his grief, supply his need'; The haughty frown may I not fear, But with a lowly meekness bear. I L.M. 169 REDEMPTION. 3 Let the envenomed heart and tongue, The hand outstretched to do me wrong, Excite no feelings in my breast, But such as Jesus once expressed. 4 To others let me always give od. What I from others would receive; Good deeds for evil ones return, Nor, when provoked, with anger burn. 5 This will proclaim how bright and fair The precepts of the gospel are; And God himself, the God of love, His own resemblance will approve. 218 Eisenach. 1 JESUS, and can it ever be, A mortal man ashamed of thee? Scorned be the thought by rich and poor, My soul shall scorn it more and more. 2 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may, When I've no crimes to wash away; No tears to wipe, no joys to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save. 3 Ashamed of Jesus! that great friend, On whom my hopes of heaven depend: No; when I blush, be this my shame, That I not more revere his name. 4 Till then- nor is the boasting vain; Till then I boast a Saviour slain; And O may this my portion be, That Saviour not ashamed of me! Eisenach. L.M. 219 1 ETERNAL Beam of Light Divine, Fountain of unexhausted love, In whom the Father's glories shine, Through earth beneath and heaven above. 170 L.M. REDEMPTION. 2 Jesus, the weary wanderer's rest, Give me thy easy yoke to bear; With stedfast patience arm my breast, With spotless love and lowly fear. 3 Thankful I take the cup from thee, Prepared and mingled by thy skill; Though bitter to the taste it be, Powerful the wounded soul to heal. 4 Be thou, O Rock of Ages, nigh! So shall each murmuring thought be gone; And grief, and fear, and care shall fly, As clouds before the mid- day sun. 5 Speak to my warring passions," Peace!" Say to my trembling heart," Be still!" Thy power my strength and fortress is, For all things serve thy sovereign will. 60 death! where is thy sting? Where now Thy boasted victory, O grave? Who shall contend with God? or who Can hurt whom God delights to save? 220 Kiel. 1 LORD of mercy and of might! Of mankind the life and light! Maker, Teacher infinite! Jesus! hear and save! 7,7,7,5. 2 Who, when sin's tremendous doom Gave creation to the tomb, Didst not scorn the virgin's womb, Jesus! hear and save! 3 Great Creator! Saviour mild! Humbled to a mortal child! Captive, beaten, bound, reviled, Jesus! hear and save! 171 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 4 Throned above celestial things, Borne aloft on angels' wings, Lord of lords and King of kings, Jesus! hear and save! 5 Who shall yet return from high, Robed in might and majesty, Hear us! help us when we cry! Jesus! hear and save! 221 Gotha. 1 SAVIOUR, Source of every blessing! Tune my heart to grateful lays; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for ceaseless songs of praise. 8,7,8,7. 2 Teach me some melodious measure, Sung by raptured saints above; Fill my soul with sacred pleasure, While I sing redeeming love. 3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God; Thou, to rescue me from danger, Didst redeem me with thy blood. 4 By thy hand restored, defended, Safe through life thus far I'm come; Safe, O Lord, when life is ended, Bring me to my heavenly home. VI. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 222 St. Mary's. 1 OH, that I could my Lord receive, Who did the world redeem! Who gave his life, that I might live A life concealed in him. 172 C.M. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 2 Oh, that I could the blessing prove, My heart's extreme desire; Live happy in my Saviour's love, And in his peace expire! A 3 Mercy I ask to seal my peace, That, kept by mercy's power, I may from every evil cease, And never grieve thee more! 4 Now, if thy gracious will it be, Ev'n now, my sins remove; From guilt and trouble set me free, By thy victorious love. 5 Nothing I ask or want beside, Of all in earth or heaven, But let me know thy blood applied, And live and die forgiven. 223 St. Mary's. C.M. 1 How long the time since Christ began To call in vain on me! Deaf to his warning voice, I ran Through paths of vanity. 2 He called me, when my thoughtless prime Was early ripe to ill; I passed from folly on to crime, And yet he called me still. 3 He called me, in the time of dread, When death was full in view; I trembled on my feverish bed, And rose to sin anew. 4 Yet, could I hear him once again, As I have heard of old; Methinks he should not call in vain His wanderer to the fold. 173 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 5 Oh, thou that every thought dost know, And answer'st every prayer! Try me with sickness, want, or woe, But snatch me from despair. 6 My struggling will by grace control, Renew my broken vow; What blessed light breaks on my soul! My God! I hear thee now. 224 St. Mary's. C.M. 1 WHEN his lost sheep the shepherd finds, He calls his friends around; " Rejoice with me, my friends," he cries, My wandering sheep is found." 2 Far more exalted joys arise 66 When a lost sinner turns; And, in the anguish of his soul, His past offences mourns. 3 Transports of unexpected bliss Pervade the angelic choir; " Another wanderer found!" they sing, And sweep the sounding lyre. 4 The reconciled Father joys To see the sinner weep; And Jesus, with extended arms, Welcomes his ransomed sheep. 5 Lord! we like sheep have gone astray; Restore us to thy fold; And there, that we no more may rove, Thy helpless wanderers hold. 225 Silesia. 1 ETERNAL God! we look to thee, To thee for help we fly! Thine eye alone our wants can see, Thy hand alone supply. C.M. 174 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 2 From path to path we roam for rest, But all our search is vain; We seek for life among the dead, For joy, where sorrows reign. 3 Alas! by passion's force subdued, Too oft, with stubborn will, We blindly shun the latent good, And choose the specious ill. 4 Not what we wish, but what we want, Oh! let thy grace supply; The good unasked, in mercy grant; The ill, though asked, deny. 226 Silesia. 1 COME, O thou all- victorious Lord, Thy power to us make known; Strike with the hammer of thy word, And break these hearts of stone. 2 Oh that we all might now begin Our foolishness to mourn; And turn at once from every sin, And to our Saviour turn. C.M. 3 Give us ourselves and thee to know, In this our gracious day; Repentance unto life bestow, And take our sins away. 4 Conclude us first in unbelief, And freely then release; Fill every soul with sacred grief, And then with sacred peace. 5 That blessed sense of guilt impart, And then remove the load; Trouble, and wash the troubled heart In thy atoning blood. 175 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 6 Our desperate state through sin declare, And speak our sins forgiven; By perfect holiness prepare, And take us up to heaven. Silesia. 227 1 FATHER of all our mercies,-thou, In whom we move and live; Hear us in heaven thy dwelling now, And answer and forgive. 2 When bound with sin and trespasses, From wrath we fain would flee; Lord, cancel our unrighteousness, And set the captives free. 3 When dire temptations gather round, And threaten or allure; C.M. By storm or calm, in thee be found, A refuge strong and sure. 4 When age advances, may we grow In faith, and hope, and love; And walk in holiness below, To holiness above. 5 When earthly joys and cares depart, Desire and envy cease; Be thou the portion of our heart, In thee may we have peace. 6 When flames these elements destroy, And worlds in judgment stand; May we lift up our heads with joy, And meet at thy right hand. 228 Oldenburg. P.M. 1 0 FOUNTAIN eternal of life and of light, Where all find refreshment, who seek it aright; 176 Pure spring of salvation And true consolation! THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. From God's holy temple thy living stream rolls, Abundant to quench the deep thirst of our souls. 2 Let him that is thirsty( in loudest voice call) Now drink of the waters o'erflowing for all: See where the glad river, Flows full from the Giver! All ye who are wretched and needy, draw nigh, This well- spring unfailing your wants will supply. 3 Then, Jesus, I venture, athirst after thee; In mercy receive me, for mercy's my plea; The word thou hast spoken Can never be broken: Thou know'st I am needy and greatly distrest, Thou callest the weary to come and find rest. 4 At length, O my Saviour, permit me to rest, Where saints are no longer by suffering opWhere joys beyond measure,[ prest; And fulness of pleasure, share; In glory transcendent the conquerors The palm of their triumph for ever they bear. 229 Dresden. 8,8,8,8,8,8. 1 WE saw thee not when thou didst come To this poor world of sin and death, Nor e'er beheld thy cottage- home In that despised Nazareth; But we believe thy footsteps trod Its streets and plains, thou Son of God. 2 We did not see thee lifted high Amid that wild and savage crew, Nor heard thy meek, imploring cry, " Forgive, they know not what they do;' Yet we believe the deed was done, Which shook the earth and veiled the sun. 177 12 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 3 We stood not by the empty tomb Where late thy sacred body lay, Nor sat within that upper room, Nor met thee in the open way; But we believe that angels said, " Why seek the living with the dead?" 4. We did not mark the chosen few, When thou didst through the clouds ascend, First lift to heaven their wondering view, Then to the earth all prostrate bend; Yet we believe that mortal eyes Beheld that journey to the skies. 5 And now that thou dost reign on high, And thence thy waiting people bless; No ray of glory from the sky Doth shine upon our wilderness; But we believe thy faithful word, And trust in our redeeming Lord. 230 Dresden. 8,8,8,8,8,8. 1 BEHOLD the Lamb of God, who bears The sins of all the world away! A servant's form he meekly wears, He sojourns in a house of clay! His glory is no longer seen, But God with God is man with men. 2 See where the God incarnate stands, And calls his wandering creatures home: He all day long spreads out his hands; " Come, weary souls, to Jesus come! Ye all may hide you in my breast; Believe, and I will give you rest. 3" Ah! do not of my goodness doubt; My saving grace for all is free; I will in no wise cast him out That comes a sinner unto me: 178 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. I can to none myself deny; Why, sinners, will ye perish, why?" Breslau. 231 1 LET not the wise his wisdom boast, The mighty glory in his might; The rich in flattering riches trust, Which take their everlasting flight. L.M 2 The rush of numerous years beats down The most gigantic strength of man; And where is all his wisdom gone, When dust he turns to dust again? 3 One only gift can justify The contrite soul that knows his God: When Jesus doth his blood apply, I'll glory in his sprinkled blood. 4 The Lord, my righteousness, I'll praise, I'll triumph in the love divine; The wisdom, wealth, and strength of grace, In Christ, through endless ages, mine! L.M. 232 Breslan. 1 COME, weary souls, with sin distrest, Come, and accept the promised rest; The Saviour's gracious call obey, And cast your gloomy fears away. 2 Oppressed with guilt, a painful load, O come, and hasten to your God; Divine compassion, mighty love, Will all the painful load remove. 3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows, To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes; Pardon, and life, and endless peace; How rich the gift, how free the grace! THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 4 Lord, we accept, with thankful hearts, The hope thy gracious word imparts; We come with trembling, yet rejoice, And bless thy kind inviting voice. 233 Breslau. 1 BE with me, Lord, where'er I go, Teach me what thou wouldst have me do; Suggest whate'er I think or say, Direct me in thy narrow way. L.M. 2 Prevent me, lest I harbour pride, Lest I in mine own strength confide; Show me my weakness, let me see I have my power, my all, from thee. 3 Assist and teach me how to pray, Incline my nature to obey; What thou abhorrest let me flee, And only love what pleases thee. Breslau. L.M. 234 1 0 THOU who camest from above, The pure celestial fire t' impart; Kindle a flame of sacred love On the mean altar of my heart. 2 There let it for thy glory burn, With inextinguishable blaze; And trembling to its source return, In humble prayer and fervent praise. 3 Jesus, confirm my heart's desire, To work, and speak, and think for thee; Still let me guard the holy fire, And still stir up thy gift in me. 4 Ready for all thy perfect will, My acts of faith and love repeat, Till death thy endless mercies seal, And make the sacrifice complete. 180 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 235 Bremen. 8,8,8,8,8,8. 1 WHEN struggling passions rage within, To gain the mastery of the soul, To drag me headlong into sin, Despising reason's weak control, Then bid those struggling passions cease, Oh! hear my prayer, thou God of peace! 2 When worldly cares my thoughts perplex, With presage sad of future woes; When troubles keen my spirits vex, The loss of friends, the hate of foes; Then bid those cares and doubtings cease, Oh! hear my prayer, thou God of peace! 3 When fears are strong and faith is weak, When anxious doubts disturb my breast; And far and near I vainly seek A short repose, and find no rest; Then bid those fears and doubtings cease, Oh! hear my prayer, thou God of peace! 4 And when at length this earthly scene Shall fade before my glimmering sight, Should clouds of darkness intervene To hide thy beams of heavenly light, Then bid those clouds of darkness cease, And take me to the realms of peace! 236 Bremen. 8,8,8,8,8,8. 1 WATCHED by the world with jealous eye, That fain would see our sin and shame; As servants of the Lord most high, As zealous for his glorious name, May we in all his footsteps move, With holy fear and humble love. 2 That wisdom, Lord, on us bestow, From every evil to depart; 181 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. To stop the mouth of every foe, By upright walk and lowly heart: The proofs of godly fear to give, And show the world how Christians live. C 237 foster Bremen. 8,8,8,8,8,8. 1 THOU hidden love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathomed no man knows; I see from far thy beauteous light, And inly sigh for thy repose; My heart is pained, nor can it be At rest, till it find rest in thee. 2 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 has found its all in thee. 3 Oh! crucify this self, that I No more, but Christ in me may live; Bid all my vile affections die, Nor let one hateful lust survive; In all things, nothing may I see, Or aught desire, or seek, but thee. 4 Lord, draw my heart from earth away, And make it only know thy call; Speak to my inmost soul, and say, I am thy Saviour, God, thine all; Oh! dwell in me, fill all my soul, And all my powers by grace control. St. Stephen's. 238 1 ОH! for a heart to praise my God, A heart from sin set free; C.M. A heart that's sprinkled with the blood So freely shed for me. 182 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, My dear Redeemer's throne; Where only Christ is heard to speak, Where Jesus reigns alone. 3 An humble, lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean; Which neither life nor death can part From Him that dwells within. 4 A heart in every thought renewed, And filled with love divine; Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, A copy, Lord, of thine. 5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart, Come quickly from above; Write thy new name upon my heart, Thy new best name of love. 239 St. Stephen's. 1 REFINING fire, go through my heart, Illuminate my soul; Scatter thy life through every part, And sanctify the whole. C.M. 2 No longer then my heart shall mourn, While, purified by grace, I only for his glory burn, And always see his face. 3 My stedfast soul, from falling free, Shall then no longer move; But Christ be all the world to me, And all my heart be love. 240 St. Stephen's. C.M. 1 TRY US, O God! and search the ground Of every evil heart; Whate'er of sin in us is found, Oh! bid it all depart. 183 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 2 When to the right or left we stray Pity thy helpless sheep; Bring back our feet into the way, And there thy wanderers keep. 3 Help us to help each other, Lord, Each other's cross to bear; Let each his friendly aid afford, To soothe his brother's care. 4 Help us to build each other up, Help us ourselves to prove; Increase our faith, confirm our hope, And perfect us in love. 5 Complete at length thy work of grace, And take us to thy rest; Among the saints who see thy face, To be for ever blest. 241 St. Stephen's. 1 IN duty, and in suffering too, Lord, we thy steps would trace; As thou hast done, so we would do, Depending on thy grace. 2 With earnest zeal' t was thy delight To do thy Father's will; Oh, may that zeal our souls excite Thy precepts to fulfil. 3 Meekness, humility, and love Through all thy conduct shine; Oh, may our whole deportment prove A copy, Lord, of thine. C.M. 184 C.M. 242 St. Stephen's. 1 WHY should the children of a king Go mourning all their days? Great Comforter, descend and bring The tokens of thy grace. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 2 Dost thou not dwell in all thy saints, And seal them heirs of heaven? When wilt thou banish my complaints, And show my sins forgiven? 3 Assure my conscience of her part In the Redeemer's blood; And bear thy witness with my heart That I am born of God. 4 Thou art the earnest of his love, The pledge of joys to come; May thy soft wings, celestial Dove, Safely convey me home. 243 L 2 3 Stabia. JESUS, my strength, my hope, On thee I cast my care; With humble confidence look up, And know thou hear'st my prayer. D.S.M. Give me on thee to wait, Till I can all things do; On thee, almighty to create, Almighty to renew. I want a sober mind, A self- renouncing will, That tramples down and casts behind The baits of pleasing ill; A soul inured to pain, To hardship, grief, and loss; Bold to take up, firm to sustain, The consecrated cross. I want a godly fear, A quick- discerning eye, That looks to thee when sin is near, And sees the tempter fly; 185 4 I rest upon thy word, The promise is for me; My succour 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. 244 1 2 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. A spirit still prepared, And armed with jealous care; For ever standing on its guard, W And watching unto prayer. be 3 4 Morabia. TEACH me, my God and King, In all things thee to see; And what I do in anything, To do it as for thee. If done beneath thy laws, E'en servile labours shine; Hallowed is toil, if this the cause, The meanest work divine. 245 Morabia. 1 BLEST are the pure in heart, For they shall see their God; The secret of the Lord is theirs, Their soul is Christ's abode. To scorn the senses' sway, While still to thee I tend; In all I do, be thou the way, In all be thou the end. All may of thee partake; Nothing so small can be, But draws, when acted for thy sake, Greatness and worth from thee. S.M. 186 S.M. 2 3 4 2 3 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. The Lord, who left the sky, Our life and peace to bring; And dwelt in lowliness with men, Their pattern and their King: Still to the lowly soul He doth himself impart; 246 Morabia. 1 SOLDIERS of Christ, arise, And put your armour on; Strong in the strength which God supplies Through his Eternal Son. 4 And for his dwelling, and his throne, Chooseth the pure in heart. Lord, we thy presence seek, Ours may this blessing be; Oh, give the pure and lowly heart, A temple meet for thee. Strong in the Lord of Hosts, And in his mighty power; Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, Is more than conqueror. Stand, then, in his great might, With all his strength endued; But take, to arm you for the fight, The panoply of God: S.M. That, having all things done, And all your conflicts past, Ye may o'ercome, through Christ alone, And stand entire at last. 247 1 Morabia. YE servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait; Observant of his heavenly word, And watchful at his gate. S.M. 187 2 3 4₁ THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame; Gird up your loins as in his sight, For awful is his name. Watch;' t is your Lord's command, And while we speak he' s near; Mark the first signal of his hand, And ready all appear. O happy servant he, In such a posture found! He shall his Lord with rapture see, And be with honour crowned. 248 Burham, or Tubeck. 1 CHILDREN of the heavenly King! As ye journey, sweetly sing: Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways! 2 Ye are travelling home to God, In the way the fathers trod: They are happy now, and ye Soon their happiness shall see. 3 Shout, ye ransomed flock, and blest, Ye on Jesus' throne shall rest; There your seat is now prepared, There your kingdom and reward. 4 Fear not, brethren! joyful stand On the borders of your land; Jesus Christ, God's only Son, Bids you undismayed go on. 5 Lord, obediently we' ll go, Gladly leaving all below; Only thou our leader be, And we still will follow thee. 188 7's. 249 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. Burham, or Lubeck. 1 OFT in sorrow, oft in woe, Onward, Christians, onward go; Fight the fight, maintain the strife, Strengthened with the bread of life. 2 Onward, Christians, onward go, Join the war and face the foe; Will ye flee in danger's hour? Know ye not your Captain's power? 3 Let your drooping hearts be glad; March, in heavenly armour clad; Fight, nor think the battle long; Soon shall victory tune your song. 7's. 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 in battle move; 250 More than conquerors ye shall prove; Though opposed by many a foe, Christian soldiers, onward go. Durham, or Lubeck. 1 FATHER of eternal grace, Glorify thyself in me: Meekly beaming in my face, May the world thine image see. 2 Happy only in thy love, Poor, unfriended, or unknown, Fix my thoughts on things above, Stay my heart on thee alone. 3 Humble, holy, all resigned To thy will, thy will be done! Give me, Lord, the perfect mind Of thy well- beloved Son. 7's. 189 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 4 Counting gain and glory loss, May I tread the path he trod; Die with Jesus on the cross, Rise with him to thee, my God. Halle. 251 8,8,8,8,8,8. 1 LEADER of faithful souls, and guide Of all that travel to the sky, Come, and with us, e'en us, abide, Who would on thee alone rely; On thee alone our spirits stay, While held in life's uneven way. 2 Strangers and pilgrims here below, This earth, we know, is not our place. But hasten through this vale of woe, And, restless to behold thy face, Swift to our heavenly country move, Our everlasting home above. 3 We've no abiding city here, But seek a city out of sight; Thither our steady course we steer, Aspiring to the plains of light; Jerusalem, the saints' abode, Whose founder is the living God. 4 Patient the appointed race to run, This weary world we cast behind; From strength to strength we travel on, The New Jerusalem to find; Our labour this, our only aim, To find the New Jerusalem. 5 Raised by the breath of love divine, We tread the way the saints have trod; The church of the First- born to join, We travel to the mount of God; With joy upon our heads arise, And meet our Captain in the skies. 190 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 252 Halle. 8,8,8,8,8, 1 WHEN streaming from the eastern skies The morning light salutes my eyes, O Sun of righteousness divine! On me with beams of mercy shine: Chase the dark clouds of guilt away, And turn my darkness into day! 2 When to heaven's great and glorious King My morning sacrifice I bring, And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame, Ask mercy in my Saviour's name, Then, Jesus, sprinkle with thy blood, And be my advocate with God. 3 As every day thy mercy spares Will bring its trials and its cares, O Saviour, till my life shall end, Be thou my counsellor and friend! Teach me thy precepts all divine, And be thy great example mine. D.C.M. 253 Ripon. 1 LORD, teach us how to pray aright, With reverence and with fear; Though dust and ashes in thy sight, We may we must draw near: God of all grace, we come to thee, For broken, contrite hearts: Give what thine eye delights to see, Truth in the inward parts. ? Give deep humility, the sense Of godly sorrow give ,A strong desiring confidence To see thy face and live ,faith in the only sacrifice That can for sin atone, th 191 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. To cast our hopes, to fix our eyes, On Christ, on Christ alone. 3 Patience to watch, and wait, and weep, Though mercy long delay, Courage our fainting souls to keep, And trust thee, though thou slay;Give these, and then thy will be done; Thus strengthened with all might, We, by thy Spirit, through thy Son, Shall pray, and pray aright. 254 Ripon. D.C.M. 1 LORD, when we bend before thy throne, And our confessions pour, Teach us to feel the sins we own, And hate what we deplore. Our broken spirits pitying see; True penitence impart; Then let a kindling glance from thee Beam hope upon the heart. 2 When our responsive tongues essay Their grateful hymns to raise, Grant that our souls may join the lay, And mount to thee in praise. Then on thy glories while we dwell, Thy mercies we' ll review: Till love divine transported tell Our God' s our Father too. 3 When we disclose our wants in prayer, May we our wills resign, And not a thought our bosom share That is not wholly thine. May faith each weak petition fill, And waft it to the skies; And teach our hearts' t is goodness still, That grants it, or denies. 192 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. Llandaft. 1 THOU knowest, Lord, that they Who seek our souls to slay, Are mightier far than we; O strong to save from harm! Thy fainting servants arm With thine own panoply. 2 O'er rugged ways we toil; Let then our feet the while 255 6,6,6,6,6,6. With gospel peace be shod; And in our hands, O Lord, Bear we thy Spirit's sword, The living word of God. 3 Dark is the vale we tread, Among the living dead, Who live not, Lord, to thee; Hell's ambushed archers lurk In thought, and word, and work, To smite us mortally. 4 Give us the shield of faith; So darts of hell and death Shall round us harmless fall; And when we faint, let prayer Thy messenger be there, On thee for strength to call. 256 St. Augustine. 1 0 WHERE shall rest be found, Rest for the weary soul? ' T were vain the ocean's depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole: 2 The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh; ' T is not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die. K S.M. 193 3 4 5 6 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years; And all that life is love. There is a death, whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breathOh, what eternal horrors hang Around the second death! Lord God of truth and grace! Teach us that death to shun;Lest we be driven from thy face, For evermore undone:- Here would we end our quest;Alone are found in thee, eft The life of perfect love,-the rest Of immortality. 257 Abridge. 1 WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage, And fiery darts be hurled, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall, May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all! C.M. 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast. 194 258 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. Abridge. 1 LORD, it belongs not to my care Whether I die or live; C.M. To love and serve thee is my share, And this thy grace must give. 2 If life be long- my days are blest, When they are spent for thee; If short my course- I sooner rest, From sin and trouble free. 259 3 Then I shall end my sad complaints, And weary, sinful days, And join with the triumphant saints Who sing Jehovah's praise. Abridge. 1 0 LORD, my best desire fulfil, And help me to resign Life, health, and comfort to thy will And make thy pleasure mine. C.M. 2 Why should I shrink at thy command, Whose love forbids my fears? Or tremble at the gracious hand That wipes away my tears? 3 Thy favour, all my journey through, If thou vouchsafe to grant, What else I want, or think I do, " T is better still to want. 4 Wisdom and mercy guide my way;Shall I resist them both? A poor blind creature of a day, And crushed before the moth. 5 But, ah! my inward spirit cries, Still bind me to thy sway; Else the next cloud that veils my skies Drives all these thoughts away. 195 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 260 Luxemburg. L.M. 1 0 THOU, to whose all- searching sight The darkness shineth as the light, Search, prove my heart, it pants for thee; Oh, 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, By 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! Oh, let thy hand support me still, And lead me to thy holy hill! 6 If rough and thorny be the way, My strength proportion to my day; Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease, Where all is calm, and joy, and peace. L.M. 261 Luxemburg. 1 0 THOU! who hast at thy command The hearts of all men in thy hand! Those wayward, erring hearts incline To have no other will but thine. 2 Our wishes, our desires control; Mould every purpose of the soul; O'er all may we victorious be, That stand between ourselves and thee. 196 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 3 Twice blest will all our blessings be, When we can look through them to thee, When each glad heart its tribute pays Of love, and gratitude, and praise. 4 Still make us, when temptation' s near, As our worst foe ourselves to fear; And each vain- glorious thought to quell, Teach us how Peter vowed and fell. 5 Yet may we, feeble, weak, and frail, Against our mightiest foes prevail; Thy word, our safety from alarm, Our strength, thine everlasting arm. 6 And while we to thy glory live, May we to thee all glory give, Until the joyful summons come, That calls thy willing servant home. 262 Luxemburg. 1 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, L.M. Where should I lodge my deep complaint? Where but with thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor? 3 Did ever mourner plead with thee, And thou refuse that mourner's plea? Does not the word still fixed remain, That none shall seek thy face in vain? 4 Poor though I am, despised, forgot, Yet God, my God, forgets me not; And he is safe and must succeed, For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead. 197 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 263 Luxemburg. 1 BESET with snares on every hand, In life's uncertain path we stand, Saviour divine! diffuse thy light, And guide our doubtful footsteps right. L.M. 2 Engage each weak and erring heart, Early to choose the better part; To yield the trifles of a day, For joys that never fade away. 3 Then should the wildest storms arise, And tempests mingle earth and skies; No fatal shipwreck shall we fear, But all our treasure with us bear. 4 If thou, our Saviour, still art nigh, Cheerful we live, and cheerful die; Secure, when human comforts flee, To find ten thousand worlds in thee. 264 Luxemburg. 1 As when the weary traveller gains The height of some commanding hill, His heart revives, if o'er the plains He sees his home, though distant still: 2 So when the Christian pilgrim views By faith his mansion in the skies, That sight his fainting strength renews, And wings his speed to reach the prize. 3 The hope of heaven his spirit cheers, No more he grieves for sorrows past; Nor any future conflict fears, So he may safe arrive at last. L.M. 4 O Lord, on thee our hopes we stay, To lead us on to thine abode; Assured thy love will far o'erpay The hardest labours of the road. 265 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. Bohemia. 1 IN the hour of trial, Jesus, pray for me; Lest, by base denial, I depart from thee; When thou seest me waver, With a look recall, Nor, for fear or favour, Suffer me to fall. D. 6,5's. 2 With its witching pleasures, Would this vain world charm, Or its sordid treasures, Spread to work me harm; Bring to my remembrance Sad Gethsemane, Or in darker semblance, Cross- crowned Calvary. 3 If with sore affliction Thou in love chastise; Pour thy benediction On the sacrifice; Then upon thine altar, Freely offered up, Though the flesh may falter, Faith shall drink the cup. 4 When, in dust and ashes, To the grave I sink, While heaven's glory flashes O'er the shelving brink; On thy truth relying, Through that mortal strife, Lord, receive me, dying, To eternal life. 199 VII. THE CHURCH. 266 Carlisle. 1 JESUS, great Shepherd of the sheep, To thee for help we fly; Thy little flock in safety keep; For, oh! the wolf is nigh. THE CHURCH. 2 He comes, of hellish malice full, To scatter, tear, and slay; He seizes every straggling soul, As his own lawful prey. 3 Us into thy protection take, And gather with thy arm; Unless the fold we first forsake, The wolf can never harm. 4 We laugh to scorn his cruel power, While by our Shepherd's side: The sheep he never can devour, Unless he first divide. 267 5 Oh, do not suffer him to part The souls that here agree; But make us of one mind and heart, And keep us one in thee! C.M. Carlisle. 1 HAPPY the souls to Jesus joined, And saved by grace alone; Walking in all his ways, they find Their heaven on earth begun. 200 C.M. 2 The church triumphant in thy love, Their mighty joys we know; They sing the Lamb in hymns above, And we in hymns below. THE CHURCH. 3 Thee in thy glorious realm they praise, And bow before thy throne; We, in the kingdom of thy grace ,The kingdoms are but one. 4 The holy to the holiest leads, From thence our spirits rise; And he who in thy statutes treads, Shall meet thee in the skies. 268 Carlisle.re 1 BEHOLD! the mountain of the Lord In latter days shall rise, C.M. On mountain- tops, above the hills, And draw the wondering eyes. 2 The beam that shines from Zion's hill Shall lighten every land; The King who reigns in Salem's towers Shall all the world command. 3 Among the nations he shall judge; His judgments truth shall guide; His sceptre shall protect the just, And quell the sinner's pride. 4 No strife shall rage, nor hostile feuds Disturb those peaceful years; To ploughshares men shall beat their swords, To pruning- hooks their spears. 5 No longer hosts encountering hosts, Shall crowds of slain deplore; They hang the trumpet in the hall, And study war no more. 6 Come then, O house of Jacob! come, To worship at his shrine; And, walking in the light of God, With holy beauties shine. K 2 201 THE CHURCH. 269 Ps.lxxxv. St. Chrysostom. Gotha. D.8,7' 1 GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God! He, whose word can ne'er be broken, Formed thee for his own abode: On the Rock of ages founded, What can shake thy sure repose? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou art safe from all thy foes. 2 Here the stream of living waters, Springing from eternal love, Flows to cheer thy sons and daughters, And all dread of want remove: None can faint, where such a river Freely pours their thirst t' assuage, Blessings which, like God the giver, Never fail from age to age. 3 Saviour! if in Zion's city Thou record our worthless name, Let the world deride or pity, We may well endure the shame: Fading is the sinner's pleasure, All his boasted pomp and show; Solid joy and lasting treasure None but Zion's children know. 270 St. Chrysostom. Gotha. D. 8,7's. 1 HOLY Ghost! whose fire celestial Light and life divine imparts, Come and dwell in breasts terrestrial, Heaven reveal in all our hearts. Come and pour, in blest effusion, Heavenly unction from above; Scattering wide, in rich diffusion, Comfort, light, and fire, and love." 202 66 THE CHURCH. 2 Keep thy church in holy union; Foes remove- give peace at home; Source of peace and sweet communion, Where thou dwell'st no ill can come. Teach us humbly to adore thee, While on earth we pass our days; Then transport our souls to glory, Lost in wonder, love, and praise. Gottingen. 1 HEAD of the church triumphant, We joyfully adore thee; Till thou appear, Thy members here Shall sing like those in glory. We lift our hearts and voices With blest anticipation; And cry aloud, And give to God The praise of our salvation. 2 While in affliction's furnace And passing through the fire, Thy love we praise In grateful lays, Which ever brings us nigher; We clap our hands exulting In thine almighty favour; The love divine 271 P.M. That made us thine Shall keep us thine for ever. 3 Thou dost conduct thy people Through torrents of temptation; Nor will we fear, While thou art near, The fire of tribulation; The world, with sin and Satan, 203 THE CHURCH. In vain our march opposes; By thee we shall Break through them all, Ere death our conflict closes. 4 By faith we see the glory To which thou shalt restore us; The world despise, For that high prize Which thou hast set before us; And, if thou count us worthy, We each, as dying Stephen, Shall see thee stand At God's right hand, To take us up to heaven. 272 Brunswick. 1 THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. There everlasting spring abides, And never- withering flowers; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours. 2 Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, Stand dressed in living green; So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between: D.C.M. But timorous mortals start and shrink To cross this narrow sea; And linger, shivering, on the brink, And fear to launch away. 204 3 Oh! could we make our doubts remove, These gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love With unbeclouded eyes! THE CHURCH. Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er; Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore. D.C.M. 273 Brunswick. 1 THE roseate hues of early dawn, The brightness of the day; The crimson of the sunset sky, How fast they fade away! Oh! for the pearly gates of heaven, Oh! for the golden floor! Oh! for the Sun of Righteousness, That setteth nevermore! 2 The highest hopes we cherish here, How fast they tire and faint! How many a spot defiles the robe That wraps an earthly saint! Oh! for a heart that never sins, Oh! for a soul washed white! Oh! for a voice to praise our King, Nor weary day or night! 3 Here faith is ours, and heavenly hope, And grace to lead us higher; But there are perfectness and peace, Beyond our best desire. Oh! by thy love and anguish, Lord! Oh! by thy life laid down! Oh! that we fall not from thy grace, Nor cast away our crown! Ps. cxxii. St. Jude. 1 WITH joy may I behold the day, That calls my willing soul away To dwell among the blest; 274 8,8,6,8,8,6. 205 THE CHURCH. For lo! my great Redeemer's power Unfolds the everlasting door, And points me to his rest. 2 E'en now to my expecting eyes The heaven- built towers of Salem rise, Their glory I survey; I view her mansions that contain The angel host, a beauteous train, And shine with cloudless day. 3 Thither, from earth's remotest end, Lo! the redeemed of God ascend, Borne on immortal wing; There, crowned with everlasting joy, In ceaseless hymns their tongues employ, Before the Almighty King. 4 Mother of cities! o'er thy head Bright peace, with healing wings outspread, For evermore shall dwell; Let me, blest seat! my name behold Among thy citizens enrolled, And bid the world farewell. 275 Ludlow. 1 FROM Egypt's bondage come, Where death and darkness reign, We seek a new, a better home,. 2 3 P.M. Where we our rest shall gain. Hal. Bring us safe to thee, O God. There sin and sorrow cease, And, every conflict o'er, Thy saints repose in endless peace, Nor thirst nor hunger more. Hal.& c. There in celestial strains 206 Enraptured myriads sing, And love in every bosom reigns; For God himself is King.[ Hal.& c. THE CHURCH. We hope to join the throng, And soon their pleasures share, And sing the everlasting song With all the ransomed there. Hal.,& c. 276 Gloucester. C.M. 1 JERUSALEM! my happy home! Name ever dear to me! When shall my labours have an end, In joy, and peace, and thee? 2 Oh, when, thou city of my God, Shall I thy courts ascend, Where congregations ne'er break up, And sabbaths have no end? 4 3 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there, Around my Saviour stand; And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band. 4 Jerusalem! my happy home! My soul still pants for thee; Then shall my labours have an end, When I thy joys shall see. Gloucester. C.M. 277 1 GIVE me the wings of faith to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be. 2 Once they were mourners here below, And poured out cries and 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. 207 THE CHURCH. 4 They marked the footsteps that he trod, His zeal inspired their breast; And following their incarnate God Possess the promised rest. 278 Lusatia. D. 8,7's. 1 WE hail thee, Lord, thy Church's Rock, With joyful acclamation, Thou Guardian Shepherd of thy flock, Come, feed thy congregation: We own the doctrine of thy cross To be our sole foundation: Accept from every one of us The deepest adoration. 2 Thy peace protect, when fears assail, Each lowly heart possessing: Thy hand, once piercèd with the nail, Bestow on us a blessing; That hand, which to thy family In grief and lone affliction, Ere thou ascendedst up on high, Imparted benediction. 3 Unseen thou art, yet we by sight Can scarce be more assurèd; As yet thy lustre is too bright To be by man endurèd: Faith now the want of sight supplies In every true believer; The time will come when these our eyes Shall see thy face for ever. PART II. 4 YE who from Jesus Christ have strayed, And his communion slighted, Oh, now return, be not afraid, You're lovingly invited: 208 THE CHURCH. Come, all who long for inward peace, Let not your sins alarm you, From all your guilt he will release, And with his Spirit arm you. 5 0 thou, who always dost abide Thy body's Head and Saviour, Be still thy servants' constant guide, Direct their whole behaviour: A bright example may they be To all thy congregation, And in thy temple faithfully Discharge their ministration. 6 Thy statutes to thy Church declare, Still watch o'er its salvation: Each member make thy special care, And aid him in his station. We bless thy holy name for all Who have in thee departed; Still guard the weak, the lost recall, Bind up the broken- hearted. PART III. 7 0 HEAVENLY Father, God of grace, Regard thy Son's oblation; Make every heart thy holy place, Thy will is our salvation. Reveal the counsels of thy love, Its depths of condescension, Give us its height and breadth to prove, Oh, love past all dimension! 8 Jesus, the Church's Head and Lord, Who as a shepherd leadest, And with thy precious blood and word Thy people richly feedest: 209 THE CHURCH. For mercies in such countless throng We bow our hearts before thee, And hope we shall in heaven, ere long, More worthily adore thee. 9 0 Spirit in the Godhead's throne, Accept our adoration: Thou ever didst attend the Son, And aid his ministration: Thou teachest us the way to bliss; Keep still in thy protection That Church of which he ruler is: We follow thy direction. 279 St. Clement's. 10,10,10,4. 10 CHRIST, the Leader of that war- worn host Who bear thy cross, haste! help, or we are lost; And crush the foes who long in deadly strife Have sought our life! 2 Thyself, oh, shield thy children with thine arm, Restrain the power of him who seeks our harm: O'er all that would thy members here assail Do thou prevail. [ school; 3 And grant us peace,-peace in the church and Peace to the powers that o'er our country rule; To every wounded conscience, aching heart, Thy peace impart. 4 And heaven and earth eternally shall raise, Thy goodness and Thy boundless love to praise, Glad songs to thee, the guardian of thy flock, Our sheltering Rock! 210 Saints' Days. ST. ANDREW'S DAY. 280 Jerusalem. 1 THE God of Abraham praise, Who reigns enthroned above; Ancient of everlasting days, And God of love: Jehovah, great I AM, 2 3 D. 6,6,8,4. By earth and heaven confest; I bow and bless the sacred name, For ever blest. The God of Abraham praise, At whose supreme command From earth I rise, and seek the joys At his right hand: 1 I all on earth forsake, Its wisdom, fame, and power; And him my only portion make, My shield and tower. The God of Abraham praise, Whose all- sufficient grace Shall guide me all my happy days, In all his ways: He calls a worm his friend, He calls himself my God! And he shall save me to the end, Through Jesus' blood. PART II. THOUGH nature's strength decay, And earth and hell withstand, To Canaan's bounds I urge my way At his command: 211 2 3 1 2 SAINTS' DAYS. The goodly land I see With peace and plenty blest; A land of eacred liberty And endless rest. There dwells the Lord our king, The Lord our righteousness; Triumphant o'er the world and sin, The Prince of Peace: On Sion's sacred height His kingdom still maintains, And glorious with his saints in light For ever reigns. Before the Three in One They all exulting stand; And tell the wonders He hath done Through all their land: The listening spheres attend, And swell the growing fame, And sing, in songs which never end, The wondrous name. ST. THOMAS THE APOSTLE. PART III. THE God who reigns on high, The great archangels sing; And" Holy, holy, holy," cry, " Almighty King! Who was, and is the same, And evermore shall be; Jehovah, Father, great I AM, We worship thee." Before the Saviour's face The ransomed nations bow, O'erwhelmed at his Almighty grace, For ever new: 212 3 SAINTS' DAYS. He shows his prints of love; They kindle to a flame, And sound, through all the world above, The slaughtered Lamb. 66 The whole triumphant host Give thanks to God on high, Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost," They ever cry: Hail, Abraham's God and mine, I join the heavenly lays; All might and majesty are thine, And endless praise. ST. STEPHEN'S DAY. Old Martyrs. 281 forth to war, 1 THE Son of God goes A kingly crown to gain: His blood- red banner streams afar; Who follows in his train? 2 Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain; Who patient bears his cross below, He follows in his train. 3 The martyr first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave; Who saw his Master in the sky, And called on him to save. C.M. 4 Like him, with pardon on his tongue, In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong; Who follows in his train? 5 A glorious band, the chosen few On whom the Spirit came; Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew, And met the cross and flame. 213 SAINTS' DAYS. 6 They climbed the steep ascent of heaven, Through peril, toil, and pain: O God! to us may grace be given To follow in their train! 282 Old Martyrs. 1 WHY do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death's alarms? ' T is but the voice that Jesus sends, To call them to his arms. 2 The graves of all his saints he blest, And softened every bed: Where should the dying members rest, But with their dying Head? 3 Thence he arose, ascending high, And showed our feet the way; Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly, At the great rising- day. C.M. 4 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, And bid our kindred rise: Awake, ye nations under ground! Ye saints, ascend the skies! ST. JOHN THE EVANGELIST'S DAY. 283 Goldel. L.M. 1 0 GOD, who gav'st thy servant grace, Amid the storms of life distrest, To look on thine incarnate face, And lean on thy protecting breast; 214 2 To see the light that dimly shone, Eclipsed for us in sorrow pale, Pure image of the eternal One! Through shadows of thy mortal veil; SAINTS' DAYS. 3 Be ours, O King of mercy, still To feel thy presence from above, And in thy word and in thy will To hear thy voice, and know thy love; 4 And when the toils of life are done, And nature waits thy dread decree, To find our rest beneath thy throne, And look, in humble hope, to thee. INNOCENTS' DAY 284 Canterbury. C.M. 1 Он, weep not o'er thy children's tomb! O Rachel, weep not so! The bud is cropt by martyrdom, The flower in heaven shall blow. 2 Firstlings of faith- the murderer's knife Has missed its deadliest aim; The God, for whom they gave their life, For them to suffer came. 3 Though feeble were their days and few, Baptized in blood and pain, He knows them whom they never knew, And they shall live again. 4 Then weep not o'er thy children's tomb; O Rachel, weep not so! The bud is cropt by martyrdom, The flower in heaven shall blow. CONVERSION OF ST. PAUL. 285 Canterbury. C.M. 1 ОH, that thou wouldst the heavens rent, In majesty come down; Stretch out thy arm omnipotent, And seize me for thine own! 215 SAINTS' DAYS. 2 Thou my impetuous spirit guide, And curb my headstrong will; Thou only canst drive back the tide, And bid the sun stand still. 3 What though I cannot break my chain, Or e'er throw off my load; The things impossible to men Are possible to God. 4 Lo! to the hills I lift mine eye; Thy promised aid I claim:" Father of mercies, glorify Thy favourite Jesu's name. PRESENTATION OF CHRIST. 286 Canterbury. 1 IN stature grows the heavenly Child, With death before his eyes, A Lamb unblemished, meek and mild, Prepared for sacrifice. C.M. 2 The Son of God his glory hides With parents mean and poor, And he who made the heavens abides In dwelling- place obscure. 3 Those mighty hands that stay the sky, No earthly toil refuse, And he who set the stars on high, An humble trade pursues. 216 4 He before whom the angels stand, At whose behest they fly, Now yields himself to man's command, And lays his glory by. SAINTS' DAYS. ST. MATTHIAS' DAY. 287 Canterbury.os 1 To be the gracious Saviour's choice, Attend him day by day, To see his life, to hear his voice, To kiss him and betray! 2 O fearful thought! yet not in vain The page recording tells How deeply fixed the guilty stain In Adam's offspring dwells. 3 It tells how, rankling deep within, Breaks forth the deadly taint; How foul the character of sin, How sure its punishment! C.M. 4 May all the traitor's awful fate With pitying thoughts deplore; And scan their own uncertain state, And tremble and adore! THE ANNUNCIATION. Canterbury. C.M. 288 1 OH, for a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemer's praise; The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of his grace! 2 My gracious Master and my God, Assist me to proclaim, To spread through all the earth abroad The honours of thy name. 3 Jesus, the name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease; " Tis music in the sinner's ears, ' Tis life, and health, and peace. L 217 SAINTS' DAYS. 4 He breaks the power of cancelled sin, He sets the prisoner free; His blood can make the foulest clean, His blood availed for me. 5 He speaks; and, listening to his voice, New life the dead receive; The mournful broken hearts rejoice, The humble poor believe. 6 Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb, Your loosened tongues employ; Ye blind, behold your Saviour come; And leap, ye lame, for joy! ST. MARK'S DAY. 289 Canterbury. C.M. 1 BLEST Lord, the word of mercy give, And let it swiftly run; And let the priests themselves believe, And put salvation on. 2 Jesus, let all thy servants shine Illustrious as the sun; And, bright with borrowed rays divine, Their glorious circuit run. 3 Beyond the reach of mortals, spread Their light where'er they go, And heavenly influences shed On all the world below. ST. PHILIP AND ST. JAMES'S DAY. Exeter. 290 8,8,8,8,8,8. 1 SERVANTS of Christ, his truth who know, Forth to your glorious warfare go, Strong in Jehovah's name and might; Gladly take up the hallowed cross, And counting all beside as dross, Beneath its sacred banner fight. 218 SAINTS' DAYS. 2 Above the world, its smile or frown, On all its vanities look down, Its wealth and pleasure, power and state; The man who dares its gods despise, The Christian, he alone is wise; The Christian, he alone is great. 3 O God, let all our lives declare How blest thy faithful servants are, How far above these earthly things; How pure, when washed in Jesus' blood; How great the chosen sons of God, A holy race of priests and kings. ST. BARNABAS THE APOSTLE. 291 Exeter. 8,8,8,8,8,8. 1 OH, who shall dare, in this frail scene, On happiest human thoughts to lean, On friendship, kindred, or on love? Since not apostles' hands can clasp Each other in so firm a grasp, But they shall change and variance prove. 2 Yet sometimes, though too seldom here, The Saviour's power and love appear, When reconciled Christians meet; And face to face, and heart to heart, High thoughts of holy love impart, In silence meet, or converse sweet. 3 Oh, then the glory and the bliss, When all that pained or seemed amiss Shall melt with earth and sin away; When saints beneath their Saviour's eye, Filled with each other's company, Shall spend in love the eternal day. 219 SAINTS' DAYS. ST. JOHN THE BAPTIST'S DAY. 292 Whitehall. L.M. 1 WHEN Christ the Lord would come on earth, His messenger before him went; The greatest born of mortal birth, On high prophetic mission sent. 2 Yet all that here in worship bend, Have honour greater far than he; He was the bridegroom's joyful friend, His body and his spouse are we. 3 A higher race, the sons of light, Of water and the Spirit born; He the last star of parting night, And we the children of the morn. 4 Boldly he spake the heaven- taught word, Yet joyed he in the bridegroom's voice; So may thy pastors teach, O Lord, So thy church hearken and rejoice. ST. PETER'S DAY. 293 Whitehall. 1 CREATOR of the rolling flood, On whom thy people hope alone; Who camest by water and by blood, For man's offences to atone: L.M. 2 Who from the labours of the deep Didst set thy servant Peter free; To feed on earth thy chosen sheep, And help to build a church to thee: 3 Grant us, devoid of worldly care, And leaning on thy bounteous hand; To seek thy help in humble prayer, And on thy sacred rock to stand: 220 SAINTS' DAYS. 4 And when, our livelong toil to crown, Thy call shall set the spirit free; To cast with joy our burden down, And rise, O Lord, and follow thee. ST. JAMES'S DAY. Whitehall. 294 1 Happy the man that finds the grace, The blessing of God's chosen race; The wisdom coming from above, The faith that sweetly works by love. L.M. 2 Happy, beyond description, he Who knows" the Saviour died for me!" The gift unspeakable obtains, And heavenly understanding gains. 3 Wisdom divine! who tells the price Of wisdom's costly merchandise? Wisdom to silver we prefer, And gold is dross compared to her. 4 Her hands are filled with length of days, True riches, and immortal praise; Riches of Christ, on all bestowed, And honour that descends from God. 5 To purest joys she all invites, Chaste, holy, spiritual delights; Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her flowery paths are peace. 6 Happy the man who wisdom gains, Thrice happy, who his guest retains! He owns and shall for ever own, Wisdom, and Christ, and heaven are on 221 ST. BARTHOLOMEW THE APOSTLE. Ps. xlv. Konigsberg. D. 7,6's. 1 WITH hearts in love abounding, Prepare we now to sing A lofty theme, resounding Thy praise, Almighty King; Whose love, rich gifts bestowing, Redeemed the human race; Whose lips, with zeal o'erflowing, Breathe words of truth and grace. 295 SAINTS' DAYS. 2 In majesty transcendent, Gird on thy conquering sword; In righteousness resplendent, Ride on, Incarnate Word! Ride on, O King Messiah, To glory and renown; Pierced by the darts of fire, Be every foe o'erthrown! 3 So reign, O God, in heaven, Eternally the same; And endless praise be given To thy eternal name! Clothed in thy dazzling brightness, Thy church on earth behold, In robe of purest whiteness, In raiment wrought of gold. 4 And let each gentle nation Come gladly in her train, To share thy great salvation, And join her grateful strain. Then ne'er shall note of sadness Awake the trembling string; One song of joy and gladness The ransomed world shall sing! 222 296 SAINTS' DAYS. ST. MATTHEW THE APOSTLE. D. 7,6's. Konigsberg. 1 FROM every earthly pleasure, From every transient joy; From every mortal treasure, That soon will fade and die. No longer these desiring, Upwards our wishes tend, To nobler bliss aspiring, And joys that never end. 2 From every piercing sorrow, That heaves our breast to- day; Or threatens us to- morrow, Hope turns our eyes away; On wings of faith ascending, We see the land of light; And feel our sorrows ending In infinite delight. 3' Tis true we are but strangers And sojourners below; And countless snares and dangers Surround the path we go. Though painful and distressing, The is a rest above; Still onward we are pressing, To reach that land of love. 4 Our hope is in the Saviour So graciously revealed; Our strength, his grace and favour; His mighty arm, our shield. Rejoice we then before him, Our Prophet, Priest, and King; With grateful hearts adore him, And loud hosannas sing. 223 ST. MICHAEL AND ALL ANGELS. Groningen. 1 GOD reveals his presence; Let us now adore him, 297 SAINTS' DAYS. P.M. And with awe appear before him: God is in his temple, All within keep silence, Prostrate lie with deepest reverence. Him alone God we own, Him our God and Saviour: Praise his name for ever. 2 God reveals his presence; Hear the harps resounding, See the crowds the throne surrounding. 224 Holy, holy, holy, Hear the hymn ascending, Angels, saints, their voices blending. Bow thine ear To us here: Hearken, O Lord Jesus, To our meaner praises. 30 thou Fount of blessing, Purify my spirit, Trusting only in thy merit: Like the holy angels Who behold thy glory, May I ceaselessly adore thee: Let thy will, Ever still, Rule thy church terrestrial, As the hosts celestial. 4 Jesus, dwell within me, Whilst on earth I tarry, Make me thy blest sanctuary. SAINTS' DAYS. Then on angel- pinions Waft me to those regions, Filled with bright seraphic legions: May this hope Bear me up, Till these eyes for ever Gaze on thee, my Saviour. ST. LUKE THE EVANGELIST. 298 St. Paul's. 1 0 JESU, source of calm repose, Thy like nor man nor angel knows; Fairest among ten thousand fair! Even those whom death's sad fetters bound, Whom thickest darkness compassed round, Find light and life, if thou appear. 8,8,8,8,8,8. 2 Effulgence of the light divine, Ere rolling planets knew to shine, Ere time its ceaseless course began; Thou, when the appointed hour was come, Didst not abhor the virgin's womb, But God with God, wast man with man. 3 Renew thine image, Lord, in me; Lowly and gentle may I be; No charms but these to thee are dear: No anger may'st thou ever find, No pride, in my unruffled mind, But faith and heaven- born peace be there! 4 A patient, a victorious mind, That life and all things casts behind, 002 Springs forth obedient to thy call: A heart that no desire can move, But still to adore, believe, and love, Give me, my Lord, my Life, my All. L 2 225 SAINTS' DAYS. ST. SIMON AND ST. JUDE. 299 St. Paul's. 1 How good and pleasant' tis to see, When brethren cordially agree, And kindly think and speak the same; A family of faith and love, 911) Combined to seek the things above, And spread the common Saviour's fame. 8,8,8,8,8,8. 2 The God of grace, who all invites, 09 Who in our unity delights, Vouchsafes our intercourse to bless; Revives us with refreshing showers, The fulness of his blessings pours, And keeps our minds in perfect peace. 3 Jesus, thou precious Corner- stone, Preserve inseparably one, Whom thou didst by thy Spirit join: Still let us in thy Spirit live, And to thy church the pattern give Of unanimity divine! 4 Still let us to each other cleave, And from thy plenitude receive Constant supplies of hallowing grace; Till to a perfect man we rise, O'ertake our kindred in the skies, And find prepared our heavenly place. ALL SAINTS' DAY. 300 Stirling. L.M. 1 Lo! round the throne, at God's right hand, The saints in countless myriads stand, Of every tongue redeemed to God, Arrayed in garments washed in blood. 226 ALL SAINTS' DAY 2 Through tribulation great they came; They bore the cross, despised the shame: From all their labours now they rest, In God's eternal glory blessed. 3 Hunger and thirst they feel no more, Nor sin, nor pain, nor death deplore; The tears are wiped from every eye, And sorrow yields to endless joy. 4 They see their Saviour face to face, And sing the triumphs of his grace; Him, day and night, they ceaseless praise, To him their loud hosannas raise. 5" Worthy the Lamb, for sinners slain Through endless years to live and reign; Thou hast redeemed us by thy blood, And made us kings and priests to God!" L.M. 301 Stirling. 1 How sweet the hour of closing day, When all is peaceful and serene; And the broad sun's retiring ray Sheds a mild lustre o'er the scene! 2 Such is the Christian's parting hour, So peacefully he sinks to rest; And faith, rekindling all its power, Lights up the languor of his breast. 3 A beam from heaven is sent to cheer The pilgrim on his gloomy road; And angels are attending near, To bear him to their bright abode. 4 O Lord, that we may thus depart, Thy joys to share, thy face to see, Impress thine image on our heart, And teach us now to walk with thee. 227 ALL SAINTS' DAY. 302 Stirling. 1 YE, hallelujahs sing on high, Blest angels, while we silent lie; Joyful ye hymn the ever- blest Before the throne, and never rest. L.M. 2 I with your choir celestial join In offering up a hymn divine; With you in heaven I hope to dwell, And bid the world and night farewell. 3 My soul, when I shake off this dust, Lord, in thy arms I will entrust; Oh, make me thy peculiar care, Some mansion for my soul prepare. 4 Among thy saints, or at their feet, Appoint for me some blissful seat; I'll strive to sing as loud as they Who sit above in brighter day. 5 Shine on me, Lord, new life impart, Fresh ardours kindle in my heart; One ray of thy all- quickening light Dispels the sloth and clouds of night. 6 Praise God from whom all blessings flow, Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. The Ember Days. 303 Veni, Creator. 1 COME, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire, And lighten with celestial fire: Thou the anointing Spirit art, Who dost thy seven- fold gifts impart. 228 L.M. EMBER WEEK. 2 Thy blessed unction from above, Is comfort, life, and fire of love: Enable with perpetual light The dulness of our blinded sight. 3 Anoint and cheer our soiled face I With the abundance of thy grace: Keep far our foes, give peace at home; Where thou art guide, no ill can come. 4 Teach us to know the Father, Son, And thee, of both, to be but one: That through the ages all along, This still may be our endless song:Praise to thy eternal merit, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. L.M. 304 Veni, Creator. 1 POUR out thy Spirit from on high, Lord, thine assembled servants bless; Graces and gifts to each supply, And clothe thy priests with righteousness 2 Within thy temple when they stand, To teach the truth, as taught by thee, Saviour, like stars in thy right hand, Let all the church's pastors be. 3 Wisdom, and zeal, and faith impart, Firmness and meekness from above, To bear thy people on their heart, And love the souls whom thou dost love. 4 To watch and pray, and never faint, By day and night on guard to keep, To warn the sinner, cheer the saint, Nourish thy lambs, and feed thy sheep. 5 Then, when their work is finished here, Let them in hope their charge resign: 229 EMBER WEEK. When the chief Shepherd shall appear, May they with crowns of glory shine. 305 Tallis's Ordination Hymn. 1 COME, Holy Ghost, eternal God, Proceeding from above, Both from the Father and the Son, The God of peace and love; 2 Visit our minds, into our hearts Thy heavenly grace inspire; That truth and godliness we may Pursue with full desire. C.M. 3 Thou art the very Comforter In grief and all distress; The heavenly gift of God most high, No tongue can it express; 4 The fountain and the living spring Of joy celestial; The fire so bright, the love so sweet, The unction spiritual. 5 Thou in thy gifts art manifold, By them Christ's church doth stand: In faithful hearts thou writest thy law, The finger of God's hand. 6 According to thy promise, Lord, Thou givest speech with grace; That through thy help God's praises may Resound in every place. PART II. 10 HOLY Ghost, into our minds Send down thy heavenly light; Kindle our hearts with fervent zeal, To serve God day and night. 230 EMBER WEEK. 2 Our weakness strengthen and confirm. ( For, Lord, thou knowest us frail); That neither devil, world, nor flesh, Against us may prevail. 3 Put back our enemy far from us, And help us to obtain Peace in our hearts with God and man ( The best, the truest gain); 4 And grant that thou being, O Lord, Our leader and our guide, We may escape the snares of sin, And never from thee slide. 5 Such measures of thy powerful grace Grant, Lord, to us we pray, That thou may'st be our comforter At the last dreadful day. PART III. 1 OF strife and of dissension Dissolve, O Lord, the bands, And knit the knots of peace and love Throughout all Christian lands. 2 Grant us the grace that we may know The Father of all might, That we of his beloved Son May gain the blissful sight; 3 And that we may with perfect faith Ever acknowledge thee, The Spirit of Father and of Son, One God in persons three. 4 To God the Father laud and praise, And to his blessed Son, And to the Holy Spirit of grace, Coëqual three in One. 231 BAPTISM. 5 And pray we that our only Lord Would please his Spirit to send On all that shall profess his name, From hence to the world's end. Baptism. Northampton. 1 IN token that thou shalt not fear Christ crucified to own, We print the cross upon thy brow, And mark thee his alone: 306 2 In token that thou shalt not fear Christ's conflict to maintain, But' neath his banner manfully Firm at thy post remain: 3 In token that thou too shalt tread The path he travelled by, Endure the cross, despise the shame, And sit with him on high: C.M. 4 Thus outwardly and visibly, We seal thee for his own; And may the brow that wears his cross Hereafter share his crown. ADULT BAPTISM. 307 Northampton. 1 FOR ever here my rest shall be, Close to thy bleeding side; This all my hope and all my pleaFor me the Saviour died. 232 C.M. THE HOLY COMMUNION, 2 My dying Saviour and my God, buk Fountain for guilt and sin, Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, W And cleanse and keep me clean. 3 Wash me, and make me thus thine own; Wash me, and mine thou art; Wash me, but not my feet alone; My hands, my head, my heart." 4 The atonement of thy blood apply, Till faith to sight improve; Till hope in full fruition die, And all my soul be love. The Boly Communion. 308 Northampton. 1 ACCORDING to thy gracious word, In meek humility, This will I do, my dying Lord, I will remember thee. 2 Thy body, broken for my sake, My bread from heaven shall be; The cup of blessing I will take, And thus remember thee. C.M. 3 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary; O Lamb of God, my sacrifice! I must remember thee. 4 Remember thee, and all thy pains, And all thy love to me! Yes, while a thought or breath remains, Will I remember thee. 233 THE HOLY COMMUNION. 5 And when these failing lips grow dumb And thought and memory flee; When thou shalt in thy kingdom come, Then, Lord, remember me! 309 St. Matthew's. 1 JESU, at whose supreme command, We now approach to God, Before us in thy vesture stand, Thy vesture dipt in blood! Obedient to thy gracious word, We break the hallowed bread, Commem'rate thee, our dying Lord, And trust on thee to feed. D.C.M. 2 Now, Saviour, now thyself reveal, And make thy nature known; Affix thy blessed Spirit's seal, And stamp us for thine own. The tokens of thy dying love, Oh, let us all receive; And feel the quick'ning Spirit move, And consciously believe. 3 The cup of blessing, blessed by thee, Let it thy blood impart; The bread thy mystic body be, And cheer each languid heart. The grace which sure salvation brings, Let us herewith receive; Satiate the hungry with good things, The hidden manna give. 4 The living bread, sent down from heaven, In us vouchsafe to be; Thy flesh for all the world is given, And all may live by thee. W 234 THE HOLY COMMUNION. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, is now, And shall be evermore. 310 1 2 Swabia. COME, all who truly bear The name of Christ our Lord, His last mysterious supper share, And keep his dying word. Hereby your faith approve In Jesus Crucified: 3 " In memory of my dying love, Do this," he said,-- and died. D.S.M. The pledge and token this, The sure confirming seal, That he is ours, and we are his, The servants of his will; His dear and chosen ones, The purchase of his blood; His blood which once for all atones, And brings us now to God. 4 Then let us all profess Our Master's honoured Name; Stand forth his faithful witnesses, True followers of the Lamb. In proof that such we are, His saying we receive, And thus to all mankind declare We do in Christ believe. Part of his church below, We thus our right maintain; Our living membership we show, And in his fold remain. 235 THE HOLY COMMUNION. Give God the Father praise, Glory to God the Son, To God the Spirit of all grace Be equal honour done. Rockingham. 311 1 My God, and is thy table spread, And doth the cup with love o'erflow! Thither be all thy children led, And let them all thy sweetness know. 2 Hail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes, Rich banquet of his flesh and blood! Thrice happy he who here partakes That sacred stream, that heav'nly food. 3 Why are its dainties all in vain Before unwilling hearts displayed? Was not for you the victim slain? Are you forbid the children's bread? L.M. 4 Oh! let thy table honoured be, And furnished well with joyful guests; And may each soul salvation see, That here its sacred pledges tastes. 5 Let crowds approach, with hearts prepared, With hearts inflamed let all attend: Nor when we leave our Father's board, The pleasure or the profit end. 6 Revive thy dying churches, Lord, And bid our drooping graces live; And more that energy afford, A Saviour's blood alone can give. 312 Rockingham. 1 WHEN I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 236 L.M. THE HOLY COMMUNION. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were an offering far too small: Love, so amazing, so divine, Demands my life, my soul, my all! 313 Chester. 8,7,8,7,8,7. 1 SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend; Life, and health, and peace possessing, From the sinner's dying Friend. Here I'll stay for ever viewing of Mercy's streams, in streams of blood; Precious drops my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God. 2 Love and grief my heart dividing, With my tears his feet I' ll bathe; Constant still in faith abiding, Life deriving from his death. May I still enjoy this feeling, In all need to Jesus go; Prove his wounds each day more healing, And himself more deeply know. 3 May the grace of Christ our Saviour, And the Father's boundless love, With the Holy Spirit's favour, Rest upon us from above. 237 THE HOLY COMMUNION. Thus may we abide in union With each other, and the Lord; And possess, in sweet communion, Joys which earth cannot afford. 314 Nabarre. 9,8,9,8,9,8,9,8. BREAD of the world, in mercy broken Wine of the soul, in mercy shed; By whom the words of life were spoken, And in whose death our sins are dead: Look on the heart by sorrow broken, Look on the tears by sinners shed; And be thy feast to us the token That by thy grace our souls are fed. 315 Darmstadt. 8,8,8,8,8,8. 1 FORGIVE, O Lord! our wanderings past, Henceforth we would obey thy call; Our sins far from us let us cast, And turn to thee devoutly all; Then with archangels we shall sing High praise to heaven's eternal King. 2 Hear us, O God! in mercy hear, With sorrow we our guilt deplore; Pity our anguish, calm our fear, And give us grace to sin no more; Then with archangels we shall sing High praise to heaven's eternal King. 3 While at thine altar's foot we kneel, And of thy holy rite partake; Our pardon, Lord, vouchsafe to seal, For Jesus, our Redeemer's sake; Then with archangels we shall sing, High praise to heaven's eternal King. 238 THE HOLY COMMUNION." 8,8,8,8,8,8 316 Darmstadt. 1 0 THOU, eternal Victim, slain A sacrifice for guilty man; By the eternal Spirit made An offering in the sinner's stead; Our everlasting Priest art thou, To plead thy death for sinners now. ) 1: 2 Thy offering still continues new, Thy vesture keeps its bloody hue; Thou stand'st the ever- slaughtered Lamb, Thy priesthood still remains the same; Thy years, O God, can never fail, Thy goodness is unchangeable. 3 Oh, that our faith may never move, But stand unshaken as thy love! Sure evidence of things unseen, Now let it pass the years between; And view thee bleeding on the tree, My God, who dies for me, for me! Darmstadt. 317 8,8,8,8,8,8. 1 FORTH from the dark and stormy sky, Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly; Forth from the world, its hope and fear, Saviour, we seek thy shelter here; Weary and weak, thy grace we pray, Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away! 2 Long have we roamed in want and pain, Long have we sought thy rest in vain! Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost, Long have our souls been tempest- tost! Low at thy feet our sins we lay; Turn not O Lord thy guests away. 239 CONFIRMATION. Confirmation. 318 The Old Hundredth Tune. L.M. 1 0 HAPPY day, that fixed choice my On thee my Saviour and my God! Well may this glowing heart rejoice, And tell its raptures all abroad. 2 O happy bond that seals my vows, To him who claims our highest love! Let cheerful anthems fill his house, While to that sacred shrine I move. 3' T is done: the great engagement's done; I am my Lord's, and he is mine: He drew me, and I followed on, Glad to confess the voice divine. 4 Now rest, my long- divided heart, Fixed on this blissful centre, rest. Nor ever from thy Lord depart, With him of every good possest. 5 High heaven, that heard the solemn vow, That vow renewed shall daily hear, Till in life's latest hour I bow, And bless in death a bond so dear. 7,8,7,8,7,7. 319 Heidelberg. 1 STEEP and thorny is the way, Leading on to our perfection; Yet, who tread it, blest are they, Fighting under Christ's direction: He who to the end shall press, Oh! how great his blessedness! 2 How exceeding his reward, Whom the world nor pleasure moveth, But to God his sole regard, By his daily converse proveth: 240 BURIAL OF THE DEAD. Hope with him hath heavenward flown, Looking for the conqueror's crown! 3 Whom we love, but cannot see, He for us the prize hath gained; He hath risen in majesty, And the throne of God attained; He, the triumpher o'er death, " It is finished," lo, he saith! 4 Hail! thou glorious Finisher, Following thee, the battle waging, Distant, all is calm and clear; Here is night, and storms are raging; But, o'er death's sepulchral gloom, Hope beholds bright morning come. 5 Up, then, brethren, haste away To the field, let nought alarm you; Look to Jesus, watch and pray, For the combat God will arm you; He is mighty for the weak, Victory gives for Jesu's sake! Burial of the Dead. St. Bride's. To- MORROW, Lord, is thine, Lodged in thy sovereign hand: And, if its sun arise and shine, It is at thy command. 320 1 2 S.M. The present moment flies, And bears our life away; Oh! may thy servants, truly wise, Improve each passing day. M 241 3 4 5 321 1 3 BURIAL OF THE DEAD. Since on each winged hour ago t Eternity is hung, o Awaken, by thy mighty power, The aged and the young. 4 One thing demands our care;Be that one thing pursued, Lest, now despised, we never hear Thy pardoning voice renewed. Teach us thy name to fear; Spread an alarm abroad! And cry, in every careless ear, " Prepare to meet thy God!" St. Bride's. 5 2 Our fathers, where are they? With all they called their own, Their joys and griefs, and hopes and cares And wealth and honour gone! How swift the torrent rolls, That hastens to the sea! How strong the tide that bears our souls On to eternity! There, where the fathers lie, Must all the children dwell; Nor other heritage possess, But such a gloomy cell. God of our fathers, hear, Thou everlasting Friend! While we, on life's extremest verge, Our souls to thee commend. S.M. Of all the pious dead. May we the footsteps trace, Till with them in the land of light We dwell before thy face. 242 BURIAL OF THE DEAD. hools Burford. 322 1 BENEATH our feet and o'er our head, Is equal warning given; Beneath us lie the countless dead, Above us is the heaven! C.M. 2 Their names are graven on the stone, Their bones are in the clay; And ere another day is gone, Ourselves may be as they.da 3 Death rides on every passing breeze, And lurks in every flower; Each season has its own disease, Its peril every hour! 4 Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know, Where'er thy foot can tread; The earth rings hollow from below, And warns thee of her dead! 5 Turn, Christian, turn! thy soul apply To truths divinely given; The bones which underneath thee lie Shall live for hell or heaven! C.M. 323 Burford. 1 THEE we adore, eternal Name, And humbly own to thee, How feeble is our mortal frame, What dying worms are we. 2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still, As months and days increase; And every beating pulse we tell Leaves but the number less. 3 The year rolls round, and steals away The breath that first it gave; Whate'er we do, where'er we be, We're travelling to the grave. 243 BURIAL OF THE DEAD. 4 Great God! on what a slender thread Hang everlasting things! The eternal states of all the dead Upon life's feeble strings. 5 Infinite joy or endless woe Attends on every breath; And yet how unconcerned we go Upon the brink of death! 6 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, To walk this dangerous road; And if our souls are hurried hence, May they be found with God. 324 Burford. C.M. 1 HEAVEN hath confirmed the great decree, That Adam's race must die; One general ruin sweeps them down, And low in dust they lie. 2 Ye living men, survey the tomb, Where you must quickly dwell; Hark, how the awful summons sounds In every funeral knell. 3 Once you must die, and once for all The solemn purport weigh; For, know that heaven and hell depend On that important day. 4 Those eyes, though long in darkness veiled, Must wake, the Judge to see, And every deed, and word, and thought, Must pass his scrutiny. 5 May we in thee, the Judge, behold Our Saviour and our friend; And, far above the reach of death, With all thy saints ascend. 244 THE LORD'S DAY AND PUBLIC WORSHIP. The Lord's Day and Public Worship. 325 S.M. 1 2 Mount Ephraim. COME, Holy Spirit, come! Let thy bright beams arise; Dispel the sorrow from our minds, The darkness from our eyes. 4 Convince us all of sin, Then lead us to the Lord, And to our wondering view reveal The mercies of thy word. 3 Revive our drooping faith, Our doubts and fears remove; And kindle in our breasts the flame Of everlasting love. Dwell thou within our breast, Our minds from bondage free; So shall we know, and praise, and love The Father, Son, and thee. 326 1 3 S.M. Mount Ephraim.th FOR all thy saints, O Lord, Who strove in thee live; Who followed thee, obeyed, adored, Our grateful hymn receive. 2 For all thy saints, O Lord, Accept our thankful cry, Who counted thee their great reward, And strove in thee to die. They all, in life and death, With thee, their Lord, in view, Learned from thy Holy Spirit's breath To suffer and to do. LA 245 THE LORD'S DAY AND PUBLIC WORSHIP 4 For this thy name we bless, And humbly beg that we May follow them in holiness, And live and die in thee. With them the Father, Son, And Holy Ghost to praise; As in the ancient days was done, And shall through endless days. 5 327 1 2 3 4 5 Mount Ephraim. АH! what avails my strife, My wandering to and fro? Thou hast the words of endless life: 246 Ah! whither should I go? Thy condescending grace To me did freely move; It calls me still to seek thy face, And stoops to ask my love. My worthless heart to gain, The God of all that breathe Was found in fashion as a man, And died a cursed death. And can I yet delay My little all to give? To tear my soul from earth away, For Jesus to receive? Ah! no, I all forsake, My all to thee resign; Gracious Redeemer, take, oh, take, And seal me ever thine! S.M. 328 Ps. clxviii. St. Babid's. C.M 1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made, He calls the hours his own; Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne. THE LORD'S DAY AND PUBLIC WORSHIP. 2 To- day He rose and left the dead, And Satan's empire fell; To- day the saints his triumphs spread, And all his wonders tell. 3 Hosannah to the anointed King, E To David's holy Son! Help us, O Lord! descend and bring Salvation from thy throne. 4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men With messages of grace; Who comes, in God his Father's name, To save our sinful race. 5 Hosannah in the highest strains The church on earth can raise; The highest heavens in which he reigns Shall give him nobler praise. 40 St. Dabid's. C.M. 329 1 LORD of the sabbath, thee we praise, In concert with the blest, Who joyful in harmonious lays Employ an endless rest. 2 On this glad day, a brighter scene Of glory was displayed, Than when by God, the eternal Word, The universe was made. 3 He rises, who our pardon bought With grief and pain extreme! ' T was great to speak a world from nought, ' T was greater to redeem. 4 In psalms and hymns we would proclaim The triumphs of thy grace: Oft tell the wonders of thy name, And all thy love retrace. 247 THE LORD'S DAY AND PUBLIC WORSHIP. 5 Exalted on thy radiant throne, Accept our grateful songs; Be thou our theme, and thou alone, Our all to thee belongs! b 330 St. Dabid's. C.M. 1 GREAT Shepherd of thy people, hear; Thy presence now display, As thou hast given a place for prayer, So give us hearts to pray. 2 Show us some token of thy love, Our feeble hearts to raise! And pour thy blessing from above, That we may render praise. 3 Within these walls let holy peace, And love, and concord dwell; Here give the troubled conscience ease, The wounded spirit heal. 4 The hearing ear, the seeing eye, The contrite heart, bestow; And shine upon us from on high, To make our graces grow. 5 May we in faith receive thy word, In faith address our prayers, And in the presence of the Lord Unbosom all our cares. 331 Bedford. C.M. 1 THOU Son of God, whose flaming eyes Our inmost thoughts perceive, Accept the evening sacrifice, Which now to thee we give. 2 We bow before thy gracious throne, And think ourselves sincere: But show us, Lord, is every one Thy real worshipper? 248 THE LORD'S DAY AND PUBLIC WORSHIP. 3 Is here a soul that knows thee not, Nor feels his want of thee? A stranger to the blood which bought His pardon on the tree? 4 Convince him now of unbelief; His desperate state explain; And fill his heart with sacred grief, And penitential pain. 5 Speak with that voice which wakes the dead, And bid the sleeper rise! And bid his guilty conscience dread The death that never dies. 332 Bedford. 1 POUR down thy Spirit, gracious Lord, On all assembled here; Let us receive the ingrafted word With meekness and with fear. 2 By faith in thee the soul receives New life, though dead before; And he who in thy name believes, Shall live to die no more. 3 Preserve the power of faith alive In those who love thy name; For sin and Satan daily strive To quench the sacred flame. C.M. 4 Thy grace and mercy first prevailed, From death to set us free; And often since our life had failed, Unless renewed by thee. 5 To thee we look, to thee we bow, To thee for help we call; Our life and resurrection, thou, Our hope, our joy, our all. M 2 249 THE LORD'S DAY AND PUBLIC WORSHIP. 333 Bedford. C.M. 1 LONG have we heard the joyful sound Of thy salvation, Lord! Yet still how weak our faith is found, How slow to learn thy word! 2 Oft we frequent thy holy place, Yet hear almost in vain; Such faint impressions of thy grace Our languid powers retain. 3 How cold and feeble is our love! How negligent our fear! How low our hopes of joys above! How few affections there! 4 Great God! thy sovereign aid impart, To give thy word success; Write all its precepts on our heart, And deep its truths impress. 5 Oh! speed our progress in the way That leads to joys on high! Where knowledge grows without decay, And love shall never die. 334 Ps. c. The Old Hundredth. 1 ALL people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice: Him serve with fear, his praise forth tell, Come ye before him and rejoice. L.M. 2 The Lord, ye know, is God indeed; Without our aid he did us make: We are his flock, he doth us feed; And for his sheep he doth us take. 3 Oh, enter then his gates with praise: Approach with joy his court unto: Praise, laud, and bless his name always; For it is seemly so to do. 250 THE LORD'S DAY AND PUBLIC WORSHIP. 4 For why? The Lord our God is good. His mercy is for ever sure; His truth at all times firmly stood! And shall from age to age endure. 335 Ps. c. The Old Hundredth. 1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy: Know that the Lord is God alone; He can create, and he destroy. L.M. 2. His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men: And when like wandering sheep we strayed, He brought us to his fold again. 3 We'll crowd the gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 4 Wide as the world is thy command; Vast as eternity thy love; Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move. 336 The Old Hundredth. L.M. 1 SWEET is the work, my God! my King! To praise thy name, give thanks and sing! To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest, No earthly cares shall fill my breast! Oh! may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound. 3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord, And bless his works and bless his word; His works of grace, how bright they shine! How deep his counsels, how divine! 251 THE LORD'S DAY AND PUBLIC WORSHIP. 4 Oh! may we see, and hear, and know, What mortals cannot reach below, May all our powers find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy. 337 Ps. cxvii. The Old Hundredth. L.M. 1 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. 3 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! 338 Kent. 1 ANOTHER six days' work is done, Another sabbath is begun; Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, Improve the day thy God hath blest. 2 Oh, that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense to the skies, And draw from heaven that sweet repose, Which none but he that feels it knows! L.M. 3 This heavenly calm within the breast Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, Which for the church of God remains, The end of cares, the end of pains. 4 In holy duties let the day, In holy pleasures, pass away; How sweet a sabbath thus to spend, In hope of one that ne'er shall end! 252 THE LORD'S DAY AND PUBLIC WORSHIP. 339 Kent. 1 JESUS, where'er thy people meet, There they behold thy mercy- seat. Where'er they seek thee thou art found, And every place is hallowed ground. 2 For thou, within no walls confined, L.M. Inhabitest the humble mind; Such ever bring thee where they come, And going, take thee to their home. 3 Great Shepherd of thy chosen few, Thy former mercies here renew: Here to our waiting hearts proclaim The sweetness of thy saving name. 4 Here may we prove the of prayer, power To strengthen faith and sweeten care, To teach our faint desires to rise, And bring all heaven before our eyes. Kent. L.M. 340 1 LORD of the sabbath! hear us pray, In this thy house, on this thy day; Accept as grateful sacrifice The songs which from thy temple rise. 2 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord! we love; But there's a nobler rest above; Oh, that we might that rest attainFrom sin, from sorrow, and from pain. 3 In thy blest kingdom we shall be From every mortal trouble free; No sighs shall mingle with the songs Resounding from immortal tongues." 4 No rude alarms of raging foes, No cares to break the long repose, No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon. 253 THE LORD'S DAY AND PUBLIC WORSHIP. 5 0 long expected day, begin! Dawn on this world of woe and sin: Fain would we leave this weary road, And sleep in death to rest in God. Ps. cxxxii. Kent. 341 1 GoD in his temple let us meet; Low on our knees before him bend; Here hath he fixed his mercy- seat, Here on his worship we attend. 2 Arise into thy resting- place, Thou and thine ark of strength, O Lord! Shine through the veil, we seek thy face Speak, for we hearken to thy word. 3 With righteousness thy priests array; Joyful thy chosen people be: Let those who teach, and hear, and pray, Let all- be holiness to thee. 342 Lichfield. 1 To thy temple I repair, Lord, I love to worship there; When within the veil I meet Christ before the mercy- seat. 2 Thou, through him, art reconciled, I, through him, became thy child; Abba! Father! give me grace, In thy courts to seek thy face. 3 While thy glorious praise is sung, Touch my lips, unloose my tongue; That my joyful soul may bless Thee, the Lord, my righteousness. 4 While the prayers of saints ascend, God of love, to mine attend; Hear me, for thy Spirit pleads; Hear, for Jesus intercedes. 254 L.M. 7's. THE LORD'S DAY AND PUBLIC WORSHIP. 5 While I hearken to thy law, Fill my soul with humble awe; Till thy gospel bring to me Life and immortality. 6 From thy house when I return, May my heart within me burn; And at evening let me say, I have walked with God to- day. Litchfield. 1 ERE another sabbath's close, Ere again we seek repose, Lord, our song ascends to thee, At thy feet we bow the knee. 2 For the mercies of the day, For this rest upon our way, Thanks to thee alone be given, Lord of earth and King of heaven. 3 Cold our services have been, Mingled every prayer with sin; But thou canst and wilt forgive, By thy grace alone we live. 343 4 Whilst this thorny path we tread, May thy love our footsteps lead; When our journey here is past, May we rest with thee at last. 5 Let these earthly sabbaths prove Foretastes of our joys above; While their steps thy pilgrims bend To the rest which knows no end. 344 7's. Litchfield. 1 COME, my soul, thy suit prepare, Jesus loves to answer prayer; He himself has bid thee pray, Therefore will not say thee nay. 7's. 255 THE LORD'S DAY AND PUBLIC WORSHIP. 2 Thou art coming to a King, Large petitions with thee bring; For his grace and power are such, None can ever ask too much. 3 With my burden I begin; Lord, remove this load of sin; Let thy blood, for sinners spilt, Set my conscience free from guilt. 4 Lord, I come to thee for rest, Take possession of my breast; There thy blood- bought right maintain, And without a rival reign. 5 While I am a pilgrim here, Let thy love my spirit cheer; As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, Lead me to my journey's end. 345 Litchfield. 1 LORD of hosts, to thee we raise Here a house of prayer and praise; Thou thy people's hearts prepare Here to meet for praise and prayer. 2 Let the living here be fed With thy word, the heavenly bread; Here, in hope of glory blest, May the dead be laid to rest. 7's. 3 Hallelujah! earth and sky To the joyful sound reply; Hallelujah! hence ascend Prayer and praise till time shall end. 8,8,8,8,8,8. 346 Halle. 1 Lo! God is here! let us adore, And own how dreadful is this place! Let all within us feel his power, And silent bow before his face! 256 THE LORD'S DAY AND PUBLIC WORSHIP. Who know his power, his grace who prove, Serve him with awe, with reverence love. 2 Lo! God is here! Him day and night The united choirs of angels sing; To Him, enthroned above all height, Heaven's host their noblest praises bring; Disdain not, Lord, our meaner song, Who praise thee with a stammering tongue. 3 Gladly the toys of earth we leave, Wealth, pleasure, fame, for Thee alone; To thee our will, soul, flesh, we give; Oh, take, oh, seal them for thine own: Thou art the God, thou art the Lord; Be thou by all thy works adored. PART II. 4 BEING of beings! may our praise Thy courts with grateful fragance fill; Still may we stand before thy face, Still hear and do thy sovereign will: To thee may all our thoughts arise, Ceaseless, accepted sacrifice. 5 In thee we move;-all things of thee Are full, thou source and life of all; Thou vast unfathomable Sea! ( Fall prostrate, lost in wonder, fall, Ye sons of men, for God is man!) All may we lose, so Thee we gain. 6 As flowers their opening leaves display, And glad drink in the solar fire, So may we catch thy every ray, So may thy influence us inspire; Thou Beam of the eternal Beam, Thou purging Fire, thou quick'ning Flame. 257 THE LORD'S DAY AND PUBLIC WORSHIP. 347 Oxford. 8,8,6,8,8,6. 1 JESUS, thou Soul of all our joys, For whom we now lift up our voice, And all our strength exert; Vouchsafe the grace we humbly claim; Compose into a thankful frame, And tune thy people's heart. 2 While in the heavenly work we join, Thy glory be our whole design, Thy glory, not our own;Still let us keep our end in view, And still the pleasing task pursue, To please our God alone. 3 The secret pride, the subtle sin, Oh, let it never more steal in, To offend thy glorious eyes! To desecrate our hallowed strain, And make our solemn service vain, And mar our sacrifice. 4 To magnify thy awful name, To spread the honours of the Lamb, Let us our voices raise; Our souls' and bodies' powers unite, Regardless of our own delight, Ånd dead to human praise. PART II. 5 Still let us on our guard be found, And watch against the power of sound, With sacred jealousy; Lest, haply, sense should damp our zeal, And music's charms bewitch and steal Our hearts away from thee. 6 That hurrying strife far off remove, That noisy burst of selfish love, Which swells the formal song; 258 THE LORD'S DAY AND PUBLIC WORSHIP. The joy from out our hearts arise, With sacred light illume our eyes, And vibrate on our tongue. 7 Thee let us praise, our common Lord, And sweetly join with one accord Thy goodness to proclaim: Jesus, thyself in us reveal, And all our faculties shall feel Thy harmonizing name. 8 With calmly reverential joy, Oh, let us all our lives employ In setting forth thy love! And raise in death our triumph higher, And sing with all the heavenly choir, That endless song above. be 348 Basle. 1 AGAIN the day returns of holy rest, Which, when he made the world, Jehovah blest, When, like his own, he bade our labours cease, 10's. And all be piety, and all be peace. 2 Let us devote his consecrated day To learn his will, and all we learn obey; In pure religion's hallowed duties share, And join in penitence, and join in prayer. 3 So shall the God of mercy, pleased, receive That only tribute man has power to give, So shall he hear, while fervently we raise Our choral harmony in hymns of praise. 4 Father of heaven! in whom our hopes confide, Whose power defends us, and whose precepts guide, In life our Guardian, and in death our Friend, Glory supreme be thine till time shall end. PART II. 1 SOON shall the evening star with silver ray, Shed its mild lustre on this sacred day; Resume we then, ere sleep and silence reign, The rites that holiness and Heaven ordain. 259 THE LORD'S DAY AND PUBLIC WORSHIP. 2 Still let each awful truth our thoughts engage, That shines revealed on inspiration's page; Nor those blest hours in vain amusement waste, Which all who lavish shall lament at last. 3 Here humbly let us hope our Maker's smile Will crown with meet success our weekly toil; And here, on each returning sabbath, join In prayer, in penitence, and praise divine. 4 Father of heaven! in whom our hopes confide, Whose power defends us, and whose precepts guide, In life our Guardian, and in death our Friend, Glory supreme be thine till time shall end. 349 Old 81st. 1 A THOUSAND oracles divine Their common beams unite; That sinners may with angels join To worship God aright: To praise a Trinity adored By all the hosts above; And one thrice holy God and Lord Through endless ages love. D.C.M. 2 Triumphant host! they never cease To laud and magnify The Triune God of Holiness, Whose glory fills the sky: Whose glory to this earth extends When God himself imparts, And the whole Trinity descends Into our faithful hearts. 3 By faith the upper choir we meet, And join with them to sing Jehovah, on his shining seat, Our Maker and our King: 260 THE LORD'S DAY AND PUBLIC WORSHIP. But God, made flesh, is wholly ours, And asks our noblest strain; The Father of celestial powers, The Friend of earth- born man! 4 Ye seraphs, nearest to the throne, With rapturous amaze On us, poor ransomed worms, look down For heaven's superior praise! The King, whose glorious face ye see, For us his crown resigned; That fulness of the Deity, He died for all mankind. 350 dismiss) 1 LORD, refresh} us with thy blessing; St. Werbergh's. 8,7,4. Fill our hearts with joy and peace; Let us each, thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace; Oh, refresh us, Travelling through life's wilderness. 2 Thanks we give and adoration, For thy 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 ever Reign with Christ in endless day. 261 THE LORD'S DAY AND PUBLIC WORSHIP, 4 To the Father, throned in heaven, To the Saviour, Christ, his Son, To the Spirit, praise be given, Everlasting Three in One: Praise him! praise him! Praise the Father, Spirit, Son. 351 St. Werbergh's. 1 PRAISE, my soul, the King of heaven; To his feet thy tribute bring; Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Who like thee his praise should sing? Praise him! praise him! Praise the everlasting King! 8,7,4. 2 Praise him for his grace and favour To our fathers in distress; Praise him still the same for ever, Slow to chide, and swift to bless: Praise him, praise him, Glorious in his faithfulness! 3 Father- like, he tends and spares us; Well our feeble frame he knows; In his hands he gently bears us, Rescues us from all our foes: Praise him, praise him, Widely as his mercy flows! 4 Angels, help us to adore him, Ye behold him face to face; Sun and moon, bow down before him, Dwellers all in time and space, Praise him! praise him! Praise with us the God of grace! 262 THE LORD'S DAY AND PUBLIC WORSHIP. 352 St. Barnabas'. 7,6,7,6,7,7,7,6. 1 MEET and right it is to sing, In every time and place, Glory to our heavenly King, The God of Truth and Grace: Join we then in sweet accord, All in one thanksgiving join! Holy, holy, holy Lord, Eternal praise be thine! 2 Thee, the first- born sons of light, In choral symphonies, Praise by day, day without night, And never, never cease: Angels and archangels, all Praise the mystic Three in One, Sing aloud, or silent fall, T O'erwhelmed before thy throne! 3 Vying with that happy choir, Who chant thy praise above, We on eagles' wings aspire, The wings of faith and love; Thee they sing with glory crowned; We extol the slaughtered Lamb; Lower if our voices sound, Our subject is the same. 4 Father, God, thy love we praise, Which gave thy Son to die; Jesus, full of truth and grace, Alike we glorify; Spirit, Comforter divine, Praise by all to thee be given, Till we in full chorus join, And earth is turned to heaven. 263 THE LORD'S DAY AND PUBLIC WORSHIP. 353 St. Barnabas'. 7,6,7,6,7,7,7,6. In 1 GREAT is our redeeming Lord, and truth, and grace; power, Him, by highest heaven adored, His church on earth doth praise: In the city of our God, In his holy mount below, Publish, spread his name abroad, And all his greatness show. 2 For thy loving- kindness, Lord, We in thy temple stay; Here thy faithful love record, Thy saving power display: With thy name thy praise is known, Glorious thy perfections shine; Earth's remotest bounds shall own Thy works are all divine. 3 See the faithful church secure, And founded on a rock; All her promises are sure; Her bulwarks who can shock? Count her every precious shrine; Tell, to after- ages tell, Fortified by power divine, The church can never fail. 4 Sion's God is all our own, Who on his love rely; We his pardoning love have known, And live to Christ, and die: To the New Jerusalem 264 He our faithful Guide shall be; Him we claim, and rest in him, Through all eternity. MORNING AND EVENING. Morning and Evening. Hereford. 354 1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; rod Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise, To pay thy morning sacrifice. L.M. 2 Thy precious time misspent, redeem; Each present day thy last esteem; amo Improve thy talent with due care; For the great day thyself prepare. 3 Let all thy converse be sincere; Keep conscience as the noontide clear; Think how All- seeing God surveys Thy secret thoughts, thy works and ways. 4 Wake and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who, all night long, unwearied sing High praise to the eternal King. PART II. 1 ALL praise to thee who safe hast kept And hast refreshed me while I slept: Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless life partake 2 Lord, I my vows to thee renew; Disperse my sins as morning dew; Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with thyself my spirit fill. 3 Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design, or do, or say; That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite. N 265 T MORNING AND EVENING. 4 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 355 Hereford. 10 JESU, Lord of heavenly grace, Thou brightness of thy Father's face, Thou fountain of eternal light, Whose beams disperse the shades of night! L.M. 2 Come, holy Sun of heavenly love, Shower down thy radiance from above; And to our inward hearts convey The Holy Spirit's cloudless ray. 3 May faith, deep rooted in the soul, Subdue our flesh, our minds control; May guile depart, and discord cease, And all within be joy and peace. 4 Oh, hallowed be the approaching day! Let meekness be our morning ray, And faithful love our noon- day light, And hope our sunset, calm and bright. 5 0 Christ, with each returning morn, Thine image to our hearts is borne; Oh, may we ever clearly see Our Saviour and our God in thee! 6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Tallis's Canon. L.M. 356 1 NEW every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove: Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life, and power, and thought. 266 MORNING AND EVENING. 2 New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. 3 If, on our daily course, our mind Be set to hallow all we find; New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice. 4 The trivial round, the common task, Will furnish all we ought to ask; Room to deny ourselves, a road To bring us daily nearer God. 5 Only, O Lord, in thy dear love Fit us for perfect rest above; And help us, this and every day, To live more nearly as we pray. 357 Tallis's Canon. bid L.M. 1 ALL praise to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light! Keep me, oh, keep me, King of kings, Beneath thine own almighty wings. 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day. 4 Oh, may my soul on thee repose, And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close; Sleep that may me more vigorous make To serve my God when I awake. 267 MORNING AND EVENING. 5 When in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply; Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No powers of darkness me molest. 6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Tallis's Canon. L.M. 358 1 SUN of my soul! thou Saviour dear, It is not night if thou be near; Oh! may no earth- born cloud arise, To hide thee from thy servant's eyes. 2 When the soft 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 cannot live; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. 4 If some poor wandering child of thine Have spurned, to- day, the voice divine, Now, Lord, the gracious work begin, Let him no more lie down in sin. 5 Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take; Till, in the ocean of thy love, We lose ourselves in heaven above. 359 St. Ann's. 1 0 LORD, another day is flown, And we, a feeble band, C.M. Are met once more before thy throne, To bless thy fostering hand. 268 MORNING AND EVENING. 2 Oh! let thy grace perform its part, And let contention cease; And shed abroad in every heart Thine everlasting peace. 3 Thus chastened, cleansed, entirely thine, A flock by Jesus led, The sun of holiness shall shine In glory on our head. 4 And thou wilt turn our wandering feet, And thou wilt bless our way; Till words shall fade, and faith shall greet The dawn of lasting day. St. Ann's. 360 C.M. 1 DREAD Sovereign, let my evening song Like holy incense rise; Assist the offerings of my tongue To reach the lofty skies. 2 Perpetual blessings from above8 Encompass me around; But, oh! what poor returns of love Hath my Creator found! 3 What have I done for him who died To save my wretched soul? How are my follies multiplied, Fast as my minutes roll! 4 Grieved at this guilty heart of mine, Lord, to thy cross I flee; And to thy grace myself resign, To be renewed by thee. 361 Mornington's Chant. 1 LORD, of life the guard and giver, Blessed' be thy' name for ever. Thou, who slumb'rest' not, nor sleepest, Safe are those thou' kindly keepest. 269 C.M. MORNING AND EVENING. 2 Through night's curtains' round us closing, Seen of thee is' our reposing. Trustful then, though' all unworthy, Weary' we lie' down before thee. 3 Let thine angels, without number, Watch a'round our beds of slumber, Guard from spirits' of perdition, Guilty' thought, and evil vision. 4 Grant to those, in' pain that languish, Sleep to lull the sense of anguish. Give to those, in' sorrow waking, Sleep to soothe the heart's sore aching. 5 Thou, that ever' wakeful livest, Sleep to thy be'loved givest; Night by night, then,' send to ease us Sleep, un'til we' sleep in Jesus. 362 Upsal. 1 GOD, that madest earth and heaven, Darkness and light! Who the day for toil hast given, For rest the night! May thine angel- guards defend us, Slumber sweet thy mercy send us, Holy dreams and hopes attend us, This live- long night. P.M. 2 Guard us waking, guard us sleeping; And, when we die, May we, in thy mighty keeping, All peaceful lie! When the last dread call shall wake us, Do not thou, our God, forsake us, But to reign in glory take us, With thee on high! 270 FAST DAY. Fast Day. 363 Old 44th. 1 THROUGH centuries of sin and woe Hath streamed the crimson flood, While man, in concert with the foe, Hath shed his brother's blood: Now lift thy banner, Prince of peace, And make the weary conflict cease. 8,6,8,6,8,8 2 In vain,' mid clamours loud and rude, Thy servants seek repose; See, day by day, the strife renewed, And brethren turned to foes: Then lift thy banner, Prince of peace, Bid enmity for ever cease. 3 Still to the heavens the weak will pour Their loud, unanswered cry; Still wealth doth heap its secret store, And want forgotten lie: Lift high thy banner, Prince of peace, Let wrongs among thy subjects cease. 4 Thy gospel, Lord, is grace and love; Oh, send it all abroad, Till every heart submissive prove, And bless the reigning God: Come, lift thy banner, Prince of peace, Bid sin and woe for ever cease. D. 8,7,8,7. 364 Augsburg. 1 DREAD Jehovah! God of nations! From thy temple in the skies, Hear thy people's supplications, Nor for their deliverance rise. 271 FAST DAY. Lo! with deep contrition turning, Humbly at thy feet we bend; Fasting, praying, weeping, mourning, Hear us, spare us, and defend. 2 Though our sins, our hearts confounding, Long and loud for vengeance call, Thou hast mercy more abounding; Jesus' blood can cleanse them all; Let that mercy veil transgression, Let that blood our guilt efface; Save thy people from oppression, Save from spoil thy holy place. 3 Hear, O God, the vows we render; With our hosts to battle go; Shield the head of each defender, And confound the haughty foe; So, when ceased the battle's raging, Thine shall be the victor's praise: And, in holy bonds engaging, t We will serve thee all our days. 365 Spires. 1 0 LORD, thy judgments awe the land, The people's eyes are fixed on thee; We own thy just uplifted hand, Which thousands cannot, will not, see. L.M. 2 Here peace and liberty have dwelt, The glorious gospel brightly shone; And oft our enemies have felt That God has made our cause his own. 3 But ah! both heaven and earth have heard Our vile returns for all his love; We, whom as children he has reared, Rebels against his goodness prove. 272 FAST DAY. 4 The Lord, displeased, has raised his rod, Ah! where are now the faithful few, Who tremble for the ark of God, And know what Israel ought to do? 5 Lord, hear thy people everywhere, Who meet to mourn, confess, and pray; The nation and thy churches spare, And let thy wrath be turned away. 366 Spires. 1 To God, most awful and most high, Who formed the earth, the sea, the sky; To him, on whom all worlds depend, Our humbled hearts in sighs ascend. L.M. 2 Will he who hears the ravens' cry, Reject our prayers and bid us die? Will he refuse his help to yield, Who clothes the lilies of the field? 3 Pale famine lifts, at his command, Her withering arm, and blasts the land; The harvests perish at her breath, Her train are want, disease, and death. 4 But when he smiles, the desert blooms, New life is born among the tombs; O'er the glad plains abundance teems, And plenty rolls in bounteous streams. 5 Father of grace! whom we adore, Bless thy large family, the poor; 140 The poor on thee alone depend, Continue thou the poor man's friend. 6 Content to live by toil and pain, May we eternal riches gain; Meanwhile, by thy free bounty fed, be Give us this day our daily bread. N 2 273 THANKSGIVING DAY. 367 Spires. 1 My soul before Thee prostrate lies, To thee, her source, my spirit flies: My wants I mourn, my chains I see, Oh, let thy presence set me free! 2 Jesus, vouchsafe my heart and will With thy meek lowliness to fill; No more her power let nature boast, But in thy will may mine be lost. 3 In life's short day, still let me more Of thy enlivening power implore; My mind must deeper sink in thee, My foot stand firm, from wandering free. 4 One only care my soul should know, Father, all thy commands to do: Ah! deep engrave it on my breast, That I in thee alone am blest. L.M. Thanksgiving Day. 368 Surrey. 1 LORD of the harvest! thee we hail, Thine ancient promise doth not fail; The varying seasons haste their round, With goodness all our years are crowned; Our thanks we pay this holy day; Oh! let our hearts in tune be found! 2 If spring doth wake the song of mirth, If summer warms the fruitful earth, When winter sweeps the naked plain, Or autumn yields its ripened grain; Still do we sing to thee, our King; Through all their changes thou dost reign. 274 8,8,8,8,8,8. THANKSGIVING DAY. 3 Lord of the harvest! all is thine! The rains that fall, the suns that shine, The seed once hidden in the ground, The skill that makes our fruits abound; New every year thy gifts appear; New praises from our lips shall sound. 369 Surrey. 8,8,8,8,8,8. 10 KING of earth, and air, and sea! The hungry ravens cry to thee; On thee thy various creatures call, The common Father, kind to all; Then grant thy servants, Lord, we pray, Our daily bread from day to day. 2 The lions may with hunger pine, But, Lord, thou carest still for thine; Thy bounteous hand with food can bless The bleak and lonely wilderness; And thou hast taught our hearts to pray For daily bread from day to day. 3 And, oh! when thro' the wilds we roam, That part us from our heavenly home, Do thou thy gracious comfort give, By which alone the soul can live; And grant thy servants, Lord, we pray, The bread of life from day to day. 8,8,8,8,8,8. 370 Ps. xxiii. Surrey. 1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye; My noon- day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant; 275 THANKSGIVING DAY. To fertile vales, and dewy meads, to br My weary, wandering steps he leads, Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landscape flow. 3 Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious, lonely wilds I stray; Thy bounty shall my pains beguile, The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbage crowned; And streams shall murmur all around. 4 Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My stedfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade. L.M. 371 Breslau. 1 GREAT God, as seasons disappear, And changes mark the rolling year, As time with rapid pinions flies, May every season make us wise. 2 Long has thy favour crowned our days And summer shed again its rays; No deadly cloud or sky has veiled, No blasting winds our path assailed. 3 The harvest months have o'er us rolled, And filled our fields with waving gold; Our tables spread, our garners stored. Where are our hearts to praise the Lord? 4 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine, Like stars in heaven to rise and shine; Then shall our happy souls above Reap the full harvest of thy love. 276 THE FIFTH OF NOVEMBER. 372 St. Dabid's. 1 FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love, How rich thy bounties are! The rolling seasons, as they move, Proclaim thy constant care. C.M. 2 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine, The plants in beauty grew; Thou gav'st the summer's suns to shine, The mild refreshing dew. 3 These various mercies from above Matured the swelling grain; A kindly harvest crowns thy love, And plenty fills the plain. 4 We own and bless thy gracious sway, Thy hand all nature hails; Seed time nor harvest, night nor day, Summer nor winter, fails. The Fifth of November. 373 St. Dabid's. 1 SOVEREIGN of all, whose will ordains The powers on earth that be, By whom our rightful monarch reigns, Subject to none but thee. 2 Lo! in the arms of faith and prayer, We bear him to thy throne; Receive thine own peculiar care, The Lord's anointed one. C.M. 3 Guard him from all who dare oppose Thy delegate and thee; From open and from secret foes, From force and perfidy. 277 THE FIFTH OF NOVEMBER. 4 In health and wealth may he increase, Him from all harm defend; Stablish his throne in glorious peace, And save him to the end. 5 His people, bound in unity, With every mercy bless; Make us a nation fearing thee, And working righteousness. 374 Austria. D. 8,7's. 1 LORD of heaven, earth, and ocean, Hear us from thy bright abode, While our hearts with deep devotion, Own their great and gracious God; Now with joy we come before thee, Seek thy face, thy mercies sing; Lord of life, and light, and glory, Guard thy church, and guide our king [ or queen]. 2 Health and every needful blessing Are thy bounteous gifts alone; Comforts undeserved possessing, Here we bend before thy throne; Young and old do now before thee Their united tribute bring; Lord of life, and light, and glory, Shield our isle, and save our king[ or queen]. 3 Thee, with humble adoration, Lord, we praise for mercies past; Still to this most favoured nation May those mercies ever last: Britons, then, shall still before thee Songs of ceaseless praises sing; Lord of life, and light, and glory, Bless thy people, bless our king[ or queen]. 278 MISSIONS. Missions. L.M. 375 Ps. lxxii. Crasselius. 1 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run, His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 2 To him shall endless prayer be made, And princes throng to crown his head; His name like sweet perfume shall rise With every morning sacrifice. A 3 People and realms of every tongue Dwell on his love with sweetest song, And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his name. 4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns; The prisoner leaps to lose his chains: The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest. 5 Let every creature rise and bring Peculiar honours to our King; Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the loud Amen. 6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Crasselius. L.M. 376 1 ARM of the Lord! awake, awake! Put on thy strength, the nations shake: And let the world, adoring, see Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee. 279 2 Say to the heathen, from thy throne, " I am Jehovah, God alone!" Thy voice their idols shall confound, And cast their altars to the ground. MISSIONS. 3 No more let human blood be spilt, Vain sacrifice for human guilt! But to each conscience be applied The blood that flowed from Jesus' side. 4 Arm of the Lord, thy power extend: Let Mahomet's imposture end: Break Superstition's papal chain, And the proud scoffer's rage restrain. 5 Let Zion's time of favour come; Oh, bring the tribes of Israel home: And let our wondering eyes behold Gentiles and Jews in Jesus' fold! 6 Almighty God! thy grace proclaim, In every clime of every name! Let adverse powers before thee fall, And crown the Saviour Lord of all. Wittemburg. 1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strands, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sands; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. 377 280 D. 7,6's. 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile! MISSIONS. In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown, The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone. 3 Can we whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high, Can we to men benighted The lamp of life deny? Salvation, oh, salvation! The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth's remotest nation Has learnt Messiah's name. 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story; And you, ye waters, roll; Till, like a sea of glory, It spread from pole to pole; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign. 378 Ps. lxxii. Wittemburg. D. 7,6's. 1 HAIL to the Lord's anointed! Great David's greater Son! Hail, in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun! He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free; b) To take away transgression, And rule in equity. 2 He shall come down like showers Upon the fruitful earth; And joy and hope, like flowers, Spring in his path to birth. 281 MISSIONS. Before him, on the mountains, Shall peace, the herald, go; And righteousness, in fountains, From hill to valley flow. 3 Kings shall fall down before him, And gold and incense bring; All nations shall adore him, His praise all people sing: For he shall have dominion O'er river, sea, and shore, Far as the eagle's pinion, Or dove's light wing, can soar. 4 O'er every foe victorious, He on his throne shall rest; From age to age more glorious, All blessing and all blest. The tide of time shall never His covenant remove: 379 His name shall stand for ever; His great, best name of love. 282 Salzburg. 1 HARK! the song of jubilee, I Loud as mighty thunders' roar, Or the fulness of the sea When it breaks upon the shore; " Hallelujah! for the Lord God omnipotent shall reign; Hallelujah!" let the word Echo round the earth and main. D. 7's. 2" Hallelujah!" Hark! the sound. From the centre to the skies, Wakes above, beneath, around, All creation's harmonies; MISSIONS. See Jehovah's banners furled, Sheathed his sword; he speaks,' t is done, And the kingdoms of this world Are the kingdoms of his Son. 3 He shall reign from pole to pole, With illimitable sway; He shall reign, when, like a scroll, Yonder heavens have passed away. Then the end, beneath his rod Man's last enemy shall fall; " Hallelujah!" Christ in God, God in Christ, is all in all. D. 7's. 380 Salzburg. 1 SONGS of praise the angels sang, Heaven with hallelujahs rang, When Jehovah's work begun, When he spake and it was done. Songs of praise awoke the morn When the Prince of Peace was born; Songs of praise arose when he Captive led captivity. 2 Heaven and earth must pass away, Songs of praise shall crown that day; God will make new heavens and earth, Songs of praise shall hail their birth. And shall man alone be dumb, Till that glorious kingdom come? No! the church delights to raise Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise. 3 Saints below, with heart and voice, Still in songs of praise rejoice; Learning here, by faith and love, Songs of praise to sing above. 283 MISSIONS. Borne upon their latest breath, Songs of praise shall conquer death; Then, amidst eternal joy, Songs of praise their powers employ. Worms. 381 1 SEND out thy light and truth, O God, With sound of trumpet from above; Break not the nations with thy rod, But draw them as with cords of love: Justice and mercy meet, P.M. The work is well begun, Through every clime their feet Who bring glad tidings run; In earth, as heaven, thy will be done. 2 Before thee, every idol fall, Rend the false prophet's veil of lies; The fulness of the Gentiles call, Be Israel saved, let Jacob rise; Thy kingdom come indeed; Thy church with union bless, All scripture be her creed, And every tongue confess One Lord,-the Lord our righteousness. 3 Now, for the travail of his soul, Messiah's peaceful reign advance; From sea to sea, from pole to pole, He claims his pledged inheritance; O thou, most mighty! gird Thy sword upon thy thigh; That two- edged sword- thy word, By which thy foes shall die, Then be new- born beneath thine eye. 4 So perish all thine enemies, Their enmity alone be slain: to 284 MISSIONS TO THE JEWS. Them in the arms of mercy seize, Breathe, and their souls shall come again; So may thy friends at length, Oft smitten, oft laid low, Forth, like the sun in strength, Conquering to conquer go, Till to thy throne all nations flow. MISSIONS TO THE JEWS. Lincoln. 1 OH, that the Lord's salvation Were out of Zion come, To heal his ancient nation, To lead his outcasts home. 2 How long thy holy city Shall heathen feet profane? Return, O Lord, in pity; Rebuild her walls again. 3 Let fall thy rod of terror; Thy saving grace impart; Roll back the veil of error; Release the fettered heart. 4 Let Israel, home returning, Her lost Messiah see: Give oil of joy for mourning, And bind thy church to thee. 382 7,6,7,6. Schools. 383 avion Burham. 1 GOD of mercy, throned on high, Listen from thy lofty seat; Hear, oh, hear our feeble cry; Guide, oh, guide our wandering feet! 285 7's. SCHOOLS. 2 Young and erring travellers, we' All our dangers do not know; Scarcely fear the stormy sea, Hardly feel the tempest blow. 3 Jesus, lover of the young, Cleanse us with thy blood divine; Ere the tide of sin grow strong, Save us, keep us, make us thine. 4 Let us ever hear thy voice, Ask thy counsel every day; Saints and angels will rejoice, If we walk in wisdom's way. 5 Saviour, give us faith, and pour Hope and love on every soul ,Hope, till time shall be no more! Love, while endless ages roll. 384 Cambridge. 1 THY throne, O God, in righteousness For ever shall endure; We bow before it;-deign to bless The children of the poor. C.M. 2 Thy wisdom fixed our lowly birth, Yet we thy goodness share; Still make us, while we dwell on earth, The children of thy care. 3 Strangers to thee, though thine by name, We heard thy welcome voice, And, gathered from the world, became The children of thy choice. 4 Thou art our Shepherd;-glorious God, Thy little flock behold, And guide us by thy staff and rod, The children of thy fold. 286 SCHOOLS. 5 We praise thy name that we were brought To this delightful place, Where we are watched, and warned, and The children of thy grace. [ taught ,6 Oh, may our friends, thy servants here, Meet all our souls above, And they and we in heaven appear, The children of thy love. C.M. 385 Cambridge. dor 1 WHEN Jesus left his Father's throne, He chose an humble birth, Like us, unhonoured and unknown, He came to dwell on earth. 2 Like him, may we be found below In wisdom's paths of peace; Like him, in grace and knowledge grow, As years and strength increase. 3 Jesus passed by the rich and great For men of low degree; He sanctified our parents' state, like them was he. For poor 4 Sweet were his words, and kind his look, When mothers round him pressed; Their infants in his arms he took, And on his bosom blessed. 5 Safe from the world's alluring harms, Beneath his watchful eye, Thus in the circle of his arms May we for ever lie. C.M. 386 Cambridge. 1 THOU art the Way; to thee alone From sin and death we flee; And he who would the Father seek, Must seek him, Lord, by thee. 287 CONSECRATION OF A CHURCH. 2 Thou art the Truth; thy word alone True wisdom can impart; Thou only canst inform the mind, And purify the heart. 3 Thou art the Life; the rending tomb Proclaims thy conquering arm; And those who put their trust in thee Nor death nor hell shall harm. 4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life; Grant us that way to know, an That truth to keep, that life to win, Whose joys eternal flow. Conserration of a Church. 387 Ps. lxxxiv. Darwell's 148th. 6,6,6,6,8,8. 1 LORD of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair The dwellings of thy love, Thy earthly temples, are! To thine abode My heart aspires, With warm desire To see my God. 2 Oh! happy souls that pray Where God appoints to hear! Oh! happy men that pay Their constant service there! They praise thee still; 288 And happy they, Who love the way To Zion's hill. CONSECRATION OF A CHURCH. 3 They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears, Till each o'ercomes at length, Till each in heaven appears: Oh! glorious seat! Thou, God, our King, Shalt hither bring Our willing feet. 4 The Lord his people loves, His hand no good withholds From those his heart approves, From holy, humble souls: Thrice happy he, O God of hosts, Whose spirit trusts Alone in thee. 388 Darwell's 148th. 1 CHRIST is our corner- stone, On him alone we build; With his true saints alone The courts of heaven are filled: On his great love Our hopes we place, Of present grace And joys above 6,6,6,6,8,8. 2 Oh! then with hymns of praise These hallowed courts shall ring; Our voices we will raise The Three in One to sing, And thus proclaim In joyful song, Both loud and long, That glorious name. 0 289 CONSECRATION OF A CHURCH. 3 Here, gracious God, do thou For evermore draw nigh; Accept each faithful vow, And mark each suppliant sigh: In copious shower, On all who pray, Each holy day Thy blessings pour. 4 Here may we gain from heaven The grace which we implore; And may that grace, once given, Be with us evermore: Until that day, When all the blest To endless rest Are called away. 389 Kent. 1 THIS stone to thee in faith we lay; We build the temple, Lord, to thee; Thine eye be open night and day, To guard this house and sanctuary. L.M. 2 Here, when thy people seek thy face, And dying sinners pray to live, Hear thou in heaven, thy dwelling- place, And when thou hearest, oh! forgive. 3 Here, when thy messengers proclaim The blessed gospel of thy Son, Still, by the power of his great name, Be mighty signs and wonders done. 4 But will, indeed, Jehovah deign Here to abide, no transient guest? Here will the world's Redeemer reign? And here the Holy Spirit rest? 290 BENEFIT SOCIETIES. 5 That glory never hence depart, he& Yet choose not, Lord, this house alone; Thy kingdom come to every heart, In every bosom fix thy throne. Benefit Societies. Kent. 390 1 WHEN, like a stranger on our sphere, The lowly Jesus wandered here, Where'er he went, affliction fled, And sickness reared her fainting head. 2 The eye that rolled in irksome night Beheld his face,-for God is light; The opening ear, the loosened tongue, His precepts heard, his praises sung. 3 Through paths of loving- kindness led, Where Jesus triumphed, we would tread; To all, with willing hands, dispense The crumbs of our benevolence. L.M. 4 And thou, dread Power, whose sovereign Is health or sickness, life or death,[ breath This favoured mansion deign to bless; The cause is thine,-oh, send success! 391 Kent. 1 OUR souls shall magnify the Lord, In him our spirits shall rejoice; Assembled here with one accord, Our hearts shall praise him with our voice. 2 Since he regards our low extate, And hears his servants when they pray, We humbly plead at mercy's gate, Whence none are ever turned away. L.M. 291 BENEFIT SOCIETIES. 3 God of our hope, to thee we bow, Thou art our refuge in distress; The husband of the widow thou, The father of the fatherless. 4 May we thy law of love fulfil, To bear each other's burdens here; Suffer and do thy righteous will, And walk in all thy faith and fear. St. James's. 392 1 FATHER of mercies! send thy grace All- powerful from above; To form in our obedient souls The image of thy love. C.M. 2 Oh, may our sympathizing breast That generous pleasure know, Freely to share in others' joy, And for others' woe. weep 3 Whene'er the helpless sons of grief In low distress are laid, Soft be our hearts their pains to feel, And swift our hands to aid. 4 So Jesus looked on dying men, Enthroned above the skies; And, when he saw their lost estate, Felt his compassion rise. 5 Since Christ, to save our guilty souls, On wings of mercy flew, We, whom the Saviour thus hath loved, Should love each other too. 292 393 St. James's. 1 FOUNTAIN of good! to own thy love Our thankful hearts incline; What can we render, Lord, to thee, When all the worlds are thine? CM. BENEFIT SOCIETIES. 2 But thou hast needy brethren here, Partakers of thy grace, Whose humble names thou wilt confess Before thy Father's face. 3 In their sad accents of distress Thy pleading voice is heard, In them thou mayst be clothed and fed, And visited and cheered. 4 Thy face, with reverence and with love, We in thy poor would see, For while we minister to them, od We do it, Lord, to thee. 394 St. James's. 1 LORD, as to thy dear cross we flee, And plead to be forgiven, So let thy life our pattern be, And form our souls for heaven. C.M. 2 Help us, through good report and ill, Our daily cross to bear, Like thee, to do our Father's will, Our brethren's griefs to share. 3 Let grace our selfishness expel, Our earthliness refine; And kindness in our bosoms dwell, As free and true as thine. 4 If joy shall at thy bidding fly, And grief's dark day come on; We, in our turn, would meekly cry, " Father, thy will be done." 5 Should friends misjudge, or foes defame, Or brethren faithless prove, Then, like thine own, be all our aim To conquer them by love. 293 BENEFIT SOCIETIES. 6 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, Forgiving and forgiven; Oh, may we lead the pilgrim's life, And follow thee to heaven! 395 Wareham. 11,11,11,11. 1 OH, bring to Jehovah your tribute of praise, The guard of your life, and the guide of your ways; The Lord of creation, he sits on his throne, The gold and the silver he claims as his own. 2 Whate'er you possess,' tis- a proof of his love, The gifts from beneath, and the gifts from above; He gave you your treasures, the corn, oil, and wine, The pearl of the ocean, the gem of the mine. 3 But high above äll, he gave you his Son, To die in your stead, for your sins to atone; No mine's golden treasure, no pearl of the sea, From thraldom redeemed you,-his blood set you free. 4 The source of all gräce, he needs not your aid, The world and its wealth on his footstool are laid; The beasts of the forest acknowledge his claim, The fowls of the mountains, he knows them by name. 5 Then what can you gïve, who- have nought to bestow, But- a heart full of sin, and a life full of woe? The cross of his sorrows he calls you to bear, In- the wants of his people he bids you to share. 6 Then yield to the Lörd the gifts of his hand, ' Tis his to dispense,' tis his to command; To- the poor and the needy your treasures impart, And give to your Saviour the love of your heart. 294 396 End of the Year. St. Mary's. C.M. 1 GOD of our life, thy various praise Let mortal voices sound: Thy hand revolves our fleeting days, And brings the seasons round. 2 To thee shall annual incense rise, Our Father and our Friend; While annual mercies from the skies In genial streams descend. 3 In every scene of life, thy care, In every age, we see; And constant as thy favours are So let our praises be. 4 Still may thy love, in every scene, In every age, appear; And let the same compassion deign To bless the opening year. END OF THE YEAR. 5 Oh, keep this foolish heart of mine From anxious passions free; Each comfort teach me to resign, And trust my all to thee. 6 If mercy smile, let mercy bring My wandering soul to God; And in affliction I will sing, If thou wilt bless the rod. 397 St. Mary's. C.M. 1 Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal, And make thy glory known; Now let us all thy presence feel, And soften hearts of stone. 295 END OF THE YEAR. 2 Help us to venture near thy throne, And plead a Saviour's name; For all that we can call our own Is vanity and shame. 3 From all the guilt of former sin 08 May mercy set us free; And let the year we now begin, Begin and end with thee. 4 Send down thy Spirit from above, That saints may love thee more, And sinners now may learn to love, Who never loved before. 5 And when before thee we appear, In our eternal home, May growing numbers worship here, And praise thee in our room. 398 St. Mary's. 1 SEE, in the vineyard of the Lord A barren fig- tree stand! It yields no fruit, no blossom bears, Though planted by his hand. C.M. 2 From year to year he seeks for fruit, And still no fruit is found: It stands among the living trees, Encumbering the ground. 3 But, lo! the gracious Saviour pleads, " The barren fig- tree spare, In mercy stay the threatening hand, And grant another year. 4" Perhaps some means of grace, untried, May reach the stony heart; Or the soft dews of heavenly love May heavenly life impart. 296 END OF THE YEAR. 66 5 But if all means should prove in vain, And still no fruit appear, Then mercy may no longer plead, W Nor ask another year. Cassel. 399 1 TIME by moments steals away, First the hour and then the day; Small the daily loss appears, Yet it soon amounts to years; Thus another year is flown, And is now no more our own ( Though it brought or promised good), Than the years before the flood. 2 But each year, let none forget, Finds and leaves us deep in debt: Favours from the Lord received, Sins that have the Spirit grieved, Marked by God's unerring hand, In his book recorded stand; Who can tell the vast amount Placed to each of our account? D. 7's. 3 We have nothing, Lord, to pay, Take, oh! take our guilt away; Self- condemned, on thee we call, Freely, Lord, forgive us all. If we see another year, May we spend it in thy fear; All its days devote to thee, Living for eternity. 400 Cassel. D. 7's. 1 WHILE, with ceaseless course, the sun Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run, Never more to meet us here; 02 297 END OF THE YEAR. Fixed in an eternal state, They have fled from all below; We a little longer wait, But how little none can know. 2 As the winged arrow flies, ees Swift its destined mark to find; As the lightning from the skies i Darts, and leaves no trace behind; Thus with speed our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid stream: Lord, on high our wishes raise, All on earth is but a dream. 3 Thanks for mercies past receive, Pardon of our sins renew; Teach us henceforth how to live, With eternity in view: Guide the young, and warn the old, Bid them seek the Saviour's love; So, when life's brief tale is told, All shall dwell with thee above. 298 2970 ADDITIONAL HYMNS. On Christ. St. Philip's. 401 1 SEVEN times our blessed Saviour spoke When on the cross our sins he took, And died lest man should perish: Let us his last and dying words In our remembrance cherish. 8,8,7,8,7 2" Forgive them, Father, just and true, Forgive! they know not what they do:" So far his love extended: Forgive us, Lord, where we too have Through ignorance offended. 3 Now to the contrite thief he cries, " Thou, verily, in Paradise Shalt meet me ere to- morrow:" Lord, take us to thy kingdom soon, Who linger here in sorrow. 4 To weeping Mary, standing by, " Behold thy son!" now hear him cry, To John," Behold thy mother!" Protect, Lord, those we leave behind, Let each befriend the other. 5 Now from his frame exhausted burst Those few faint words," I thirst! I thirst!" O Lord! for our salvation Thy thirst was great: oh! help us still To overcome temptation. 299 ON CHRIST. PART II. 6 Then rose that bitter cry and loud, " Hast thou forsaken me, my God?" Lord, Thou wast here forsaken, That we might be received on high; Let this our hope awaken. 66 7 Now, bowing low his languid head, He cried aloud,"' Tis finishèd:" To Thee our way commending, May we whate'er thy will impose Bring to a joyful ending. 8 One piercing cry, and all is done! " Father, into thy hands alone EM I now commend my spirit:" Be this, when sinks our dying heart, The wish that last shall stir it. 9 Whoe'er, by sense of sin opprest, On these blest words his thoughts doth rest, Thence joy and hope obtaineth; And through God's love and boundless grace, A peaceful conscience gaineth. 10 Oh! Jesu Christ! our Lord and Guide, Who hast for our salvation died! On this for ever dwelling, May we each hour thy death regard, Thy grief, all grief excelling! Cannons. 402 1 EXTENDED on a cursed tree, O'erwhelmed beneath the heavy load, See there, the King of Glory see! Sinks and expires the Son of God! 2 Who, who, my Saviour, this hath done? Who could thy sacred body wound? No guilt thy spotless heart hath known, No guile hath in thy lips been found 300 L.M. ON CHRIST 3 I, I alone have done the deed! W " Tis I thy sacred flesh have torn; My sins have caused thee, Lord, to bleed, Pointed the nail, and fixed the thorn. 4 The burden, for me to sustain Too great, on thee, my Lord, was laid; To heal me, thou hast borne my pain; To bless me, thou a curse wast made. 5 In the devouring lion's teeth, Torn, and forsook of all, I lay; Thou sprang'st into the jaws of death, From death to save the helpless prey. 6 My Saviour, how shall I proclaim, How pay the mighty debt I owe? Let all I have, and all I am, Ceaseless to all thy glory show. 7 Too much to thee I cannot give; Too much I cannot do for thee; Let all thy love, and all thy grief, Graven on my heart for ever be. 8 The meek, the still, the lowly mind, O may I learn from thee, my God: And love, with softest pity joined, For those that trample on thy blood! 9 Still let thy tears, thy groans, thy sighs, O'erflow my eyes, and heave my breast, Till loose from flesh and earth I rise, And ever in thy bosom rest. 403 Cannons. L.M. 1 WHEREWITH, O God, shall I draw near, And bow myself before thy face? How in thy purer eyes appear? What shall I bring to gain thy grace? 301 ON CHRIST. 2 Will gifts delight the Lord Most High? Will multiplied oblations please? Thousands of rams his favour buy, XI Or slaughtered hecatombs appease? 3 Can these avert the wrath of God? Can these wash out my guilty stain? Rivers of oil, and seas of blood, Alas! they all must flow in vain. 4 Whoe'er to thee themselves approve, Must take the path thy word hath showed, Justice pursue, and mercy love, And humbly walk by faith with God. 5 But though my life henceforth be thine, Present for past can ne'er atone: Though I to thee the whole resign, I only give thee back thine own. 6 What have I then wherein to trust? I nothing have, I nothing am; Excluded is my every boast, My glory swallowed up in shame. 7 Guilty I stand before thy face; On me I feel thy wrath abide; ' Tis just the sentence should take place; ' Tis just; but, oh! thy Son hath died' 8 Jesus, the Lamb of God, hath bled; He bore our sins upon the tree; Beneath our curse he bowed his head; ' Tis finished! he hath died for me! 9 See where before the throne he stands, And pours the all- prevailing prayer! Amen to what my Lord doth say! Jesus, thou canst not pray in vain. 302 H ON CHRIST. 404 Dusseldorf. 1 Or my life the Life, O Jesus! Of my death the Death also, Who hast given thyself to ease us From our load of guilt and woe: By thy Death our ransom buying, And preserving us from dying, Thousand thousand thanks to thee Blessed Jesus! ever be. 8,7,8,7,8,8,7,7 2 Oh! what cruel provocations, Scourges of the tongue and rod, II Spitting, shame, and accusations, Hast thou borne, thou Son of God' To redeem my soul from evil, And the bondage of the devil,.. Thousand thousand thanks to thee, Blessed Jesus! ever be. 3 Thou didst let thyself be beaten, To deliver me from pain; Falsely charged, and sorely smitten, That thy loss might be my gain. Thou hast suffered crucifixion For my comfort in affliction: Thousand thousand thanks to thee, Blessed Jesus! ever be. 4 For my proud and haughty spirit, Thy humiliation paid; For my death thy Death and merit Have a full atonement made: Thy reproaches and dishonour All have tended to my honour: Thousand thousand thanks to thee, Blessed Jesus! ever be. 303 ON CHRIST. 5 From the heart, I thank thee, Jesus, For the vast stupendous load, Which thou barest to release us From the dreadful wrath of God: For thy cruel Death and Passion, Agony and sore Temptation, For thy sharp and bitter pain, I will thank thee, Lord, again. All Saints. 405 1 BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind Nailed to the shameful tree! How vast the love that him inclined To bleed and die for thee! ninige C.M. 2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes, And earth's strong pillars bend; The Temple's veil in sunder breaks; The solid marbles rend. 3' Tis done! the precious ransom's paid; " Receive my soul," he cries: See where he bows his sacred head! He bows his head, and dies! 4 But soon he' ll break death's envious chain, And in full glory shine: O Lamb of God! was ever pain, Was ever love like thine? 406 All Saints. C.M. 1 WITH glorious clouds encompassed round, Whom angels dimly see, Will the Unsearchable be found, Or God appear to me? 2 Will he forsake his throne above, Himself to worms impart? Answer, thou man of Grief and Love! And speak it to my heart! 304 ON CHRIST. 3 In manifested love explain Thy wonderful design: What meant the suffering Son of Man, The streaming blood divine? 4 Didst thou not in our flesh appear, And live and die below, That I may now perceive thee near, And my Redeemer know? 5 Come then, and to my soul reveal The heights and depths of grace; The wounds which all my sorrows heal, That dear disfigured face! 6 Before my eyes of faith confest, Stand forth a slaughtered Lamb; And wrap me in thy crimson vest, And tell my all thy name. 7 Jehovah in thy person show, Jehovah crucified! And then the pardoning God I know, And feel the blood applied. 8 I view the Lamb in his own light, Whom angels dimly see: And gaze, transported at the sight, To all eternity. * 407 All Saints. C.M. 10 CHRIST! our hope, our heart's desire, Redemption's only spring! Creator of the world art thou, Its Saviour and its King. 2 How vast the mercy and the love, Which laid our sins on thee, And led thee to a cruel death, To set thy people free! 305 ON CHRIST. 3 But now the bonds of death are burst, The ransom has been paid: And thou art on thy Father's throne, In glorious robes arrayed. 4 O Christ! be thou our present joy, Our future great reward! Our only glory may it be To glory in the Lord! 408 Munich. 8,9,8,9,8,8,9,9,8,8. 1 WHEN thou in death didst bow thy head, All nature, Lord, was struck with wonder; The opening graves gave up their dead, Earth trembled, rocks were rent in sunder: Then felt the powers of hell below Their last irrevocable blow: Thy aim was then by right obtained, To free the souls by Satan chainèd; Now, through thy anguish and distress, The captives find a full release. 2 And thou, as our High Priest above, Still as the Lamb once slain appearest; And there the tokens of thy love In thy once wounded body bearest: E'en there our hearts shall warmer glow To see thee as thou wast below, When thou upon the cross didst languish, Extended there in keenest anguish, Or, as thy body, pale and dead, In the cold sepulchre was laid. 3 For here, when faith beholds him thus, No words can give the love expression We feel towards Him who died for us, The sacrifice for our transgression; 306 ON CHRIST. That love which urged our Lord and Head To suffer freely in our stead Sink deep into our inmost spirit: The blessed fruits of all his merit We richly can enjoy by faith While meditating on his death. 4 Christ's agony, his death and blood, Shall be our joy and consolation; His grace, which wins us back to God, Our boast and constant meditation: Fresh proofs of his fidelity And tender care we daily see: He will continue still to feed us, Till he at last will thither lead us, Where all his glories shall be seen, Without a cloud to intervene. 409 1 2 3 6,6,7,7,7,7. Bangor. O SON of God Most High! Accept my new- born cry; See the travail of thy soul, Saviour, and be satisfied; Take me now, possess me whole, Who for me- for me! hast died. Of life the art the Tree; My immortality! Feed this tender branch of thine, Ceaseless influence derive: Thou the true, the heavenly Vine, Grafted into thee I live. Of life the Fountain thou, I know,-I feel it now! Faint and dead no more I droop; Thou art in me; thy supplies, Every moment springing up, Into life eternal rise. 307 4 5 6 7 8 ON CHRIST. Thou the good Shepherd art, From thee I ne'er shall part Thou my keeper and my guide, Make me still thy tender care; Gently lead me by thy side, Sweetly in thy bosom bear. Thou art my daily Bread, O Christ, thou art my Head! Motion, virtue, strength to meMe thy living member, flow! Nourished I, and fed by thee, Up to thee in all things grow. PART II. T of PROPHET, to me reveal Thy Father's perfect will: 00 Never mortal spake like thee, Human Prophet like divine; Loud and strong their voices be, Small, and still, and inward thine! On thee, my Priest, I call, Thy blood atoned fo : Still the Lamb as slain appears, Still thou stand'st before thy throne, Ever offering up my prayers, These presenting with thine own. 308 Jesus, thou art my King, From thee my strength I bring: Shadowed by thy mighty hand, Saviour who shall pluck me thence? Faith supports, by faith I stand, Strong in thy omnipotence. 2 410 Bangor. 1 THEE, O my God and King, My Father, thee I sing! Hear, well- pleased, the joyous sound, Praise from earth and heaven receive; Lost I now in Christ am found, Dead by faith in Christ I live. Father! behold thy son, In Christ I am thy own: Stranger long to thee and rest, See the prodigal is come: Open wide thine arms and breast, Take the weary wanderer home. 3 ON CHRIST. 4 6,6,7,7,7,7. Thine eye observed from far, Thy pity looked me near: Me thy bowels yearned to see; Me thy mercy ran to find, Empty, poor, and void of thee, Hungry, sick, and faint, and blind. Thou on my neck didst fall, Thy kiss forgave me all: Still thy gracious words I hear, Words that made the Saviour mine, " Haste, for him the robe prepare, His be righteousness divine!" P.M. 411 Landsberg. 1 WISDOM's highest, holiest treasure, Jesu lies concealed in thee; Make thy will alone the measure Of my will and life to be: Meek, lowly, and simple in heart and behaviour, May I still seek to follow the steps of Saviour; Oh! if I of Christ have this knowledge divine, The fulness of heavenly wisdom is mine. my 309 ON CHRIST. Nought have I for my salvation, But thyself to bring to God; Nought to quench his indignation, But thine own most precious blood: With boldness I plead( on the cross it was finished!) A righteousness perfect, each age undiminished; The robe of that righteousness ever be mine, May mine be the mercy, the glory be thine! In thine image may I waken, 3 Sanctify and cleanse thou me! Let me cling with faith unshaken, Fountain of all good, to thee! From thee must I seek, for in thee it is given, The grace that alone can prepare me for heaven; May I die to a world that must soon die to me, And live, blessed Saviour, henceforward in thee. 4 2 5 Jesus, in thy cross are centred All the marvels of thy grace; Thou, my Saviour, once hast entered Thro' thy blood the holy place: Eternal redemption is won by thy dying, For those who in sin and in sorrow were lying; By this I have access to God the most high, And Abba, my Father, exultingly cry. Therefore, Lord, will I make mention From this hour of nought but thee: Search out, prove my heart's intention, Root out all hypocrisy: Look well if on slippery paths I am sliding, And lead me in paths which are safe and abiding: This one thing is needful, all else is mere dross; That I may win Christ, I count all things but loss. Handel's 148th. 6,6,6,6,8,8. 412 1 LET earth and heaven agree, Angels and men be joined, To celebrate with me The Saviour of mankind; To adore the all- atoning Lamb, And bless the sound of Jesu's Name. 310 ON CHRIST. 2 Jesus, transporting sound! The joy of earth and heaven; No other help is found, No other name is given, By which we can salvation have; But Jesus came the world to save. 3 Jesus, harmonious Name! It charms the hosts above; They evermore proclaim And wonder at his love; ' Tis all their happiness to gaze; " Tis heaven to see our Jesu's face. 4 His name the sinner hears, And is from sin set free; ' Tis music in his ears, " Tis life and victory: New songs do now his lips employ, And dances his glad heart for joy. 5 Stung by the scorpion, sin, My poor expiring soul The balmy sound drinks in, And is at once made whole: See there Lord the tree! my upon I hear, I feel, he died for me. 6 O unexampled love! O all- redeeming grace! How swiftly didst thou move To save a fallen race! What shall I do to make it known What thou for all mankind hast done? 7 Oh, for a trumpet- voice, On all the world to call! To bid their hearts rejoice In him who died for all! 311 ON CHRIST. For all my Lord was crucified: For all, for all my Saviour died! Cambridge. 413 1 JESU, the very thought of thee With sweetness fills the breast; But sweeter far thy face to see, And in Thy presence rest. 2 Tongue never spake, ear never heard, Never from heart o'erflowed, A dearer name, a sweeter word, Than Jesus, Son of God. 3 0 hope of every contrite heart, To penitents how kind! To those who seek how good thou art!But what to those who find? 4 Ah! this no tongue can utter; this No mortal page can show; The love of Jesus, what it is, None but his loved ones know. 5 Jesu, our only joy be thou, As thou our prize wilt be; Jesu, be thou our glory now, And through eternity. C.M. 6 To praise the Father, and the Son, And Spirit, all divine, The One in Three, and Three in One, Let saints and angels join. 414 Cambridge. 1 JESUS, the Name high over all, In hell, or earth, or sky, Angels and men before it fall, And devils fear and fly. 312 C.M. ON CHRIST. 2 Jesus, the Name to sinners dear, The Name to sinners given; It scatters all their guilty fear; It turns their hell to heaven. 3 Jesus the prisoner's fetters breaks, And bruises Satan's head; Power into strengthless souls it speaks, And life into the dead. 40 that the world might taste and see a The riches of his grace! The arms of love that compass me Would all mankind embrace. 5 His only righteousness I show, His saving truth proclaim; ' Tis all my business here below To cry, " Behold the Lamb!" 6 Happy, if with my latest breath I may but gasp His Name; Preach him to all, and cry in death, " Behold, behold the Lamb!" w 415 Cambridge. 1 INFINITE, unexhausted Love! ( Jesus and Love are one:) If still to me thy mercies move, 140 They are restrained to none. 2 What shall I do my God to love? My loving God to praise?[ prove, The length, and breadth, and height to And depth of sovereign grace? 3 Thy sovereign grace to all extends, Immense and unconfined; From age to age it never ends; It reaches all mankind. P C.M. 313 ON CHRIST. 4 Throughout the world its breadth is Wide as infinity! [ known, So wide, it never passed by one, Or it had passed by me. 5 My trespass was grown up to heaven; But far above the skies, In Christ abundantly forgiven, I see thy mercies rise! 6 The depth of all- redeeming love, What angel tongue can tell: O may I to the utmost prove The gift unspeakable! 7 Deeper than hell, it plucked me thence; Deeper than inbred sin, Redeeming love my heart shall cleanse, When Jesus enters in. 8 Come quickly, gracious Lord, and take Possession of thine own; My longing heart vouchsafe to make Thine everlasting throne! 9 Assert thy claim, maintain thy right, Come quickly from above, And raise me to perfection's height, The depth of humble love. 416 Cambridge. 1 JESU, if still thou art to- day As yesterday the same, Present to heal, in me display The virtue of thy Name. C.M. 2 If still thou goest about to do Thy needy creatures good, On me, that I thy praise may show, Be all thy wonders showed. 314 ON CHRIST. 3 Now, Lord, to whom for help I call, Thy miracles repeat; With pitying eyes behold me fall A leper at thy feet. 4 Loathsome, and vile, and self- abhorred, I sink beneath my sin; But, if thou wilt, a gracious word Of thine can make me clean. 5 Thou seest me deaf to thy command; Open, O Lord, my ear: Bid me stretch out my withered hand, And lift it up in prayer. 6 Silent( alas! thou know'st how long), My voice I cannot raise; But, oh! when thou shalt loose my tongue, The dumb shall sing thy praise. 7 Lame at the pool I still am found, Give, and my strength employ; Light as a hart I then shall bound, The lame shall leap for joy. 8 Blind from my birth to guilt and thee, And dark I am within; The love of God I cannot see, The sinfulness of sin. 9 But thou, they say, art passing by: O let me find thee near; Jesu, in mercy hear my cry, Thou Son of David, hear! 10 Behold me waiting in the way For thee, the heavenly Light; Command me to be brought, and say, ' Sinner, receive thy sight!" 315 66 ON CHRIST. PART II. 1 WHILE dead in trespasses I lie, Thy quickening Spirit give; Call me, thou Son of God, that I May hear thy voice, and live. 2 While, full of anguish and disease, My weak distempered soul Thy love compassionately sees, O let it make me whole! 3 Cast out thy foes, and let them still To Jesu's Name submit: Clothe with thy righteousness, and heal, And place me at thy feet. 4 To Jesu's Name if all things now A trembling homage pay, O let my stubborn spirit bow My stiff- necked will obey. 5 Impotent, dumb, and deaf, and blind, And sick, and poor I am; But sure a remedy to find For all in Jesu's Name. 6 I know in thee all fulness dwells, And all for wretched man: Fill every want my spirit feels, And break off every chain. 7 If thou impart thyself to me, No other good I need: If thou, the Son, shalt make me free, I shall be free indeed. 8 I cannot rest till in thy blood I full redemption have: But thou, through whom I come to God, Canst to the utmost save. 316 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 9 From sin, the guilt, the power, the pain, Thou wilt redeem my soul: Lord, I believe, and not in vain; My faith shall make me whole. 10 I too, with thee, shall walk in white; With all thy saints shall prove What is the length, and breadth, and height, And depth of perfect love. The Christian Life. 417 1 SINNER, hear thy Saviour's call, He now is passing by: He has seen thy grievous thrall, And heard thy mournful cry:: He has pardon to impart, And grace to save thee from thy fears; See the love that fills his heart, And wipe away thy tears. Nuremburg. 7,6,7,6,7,8,7,6. 2 Think how on the Cross he hung, Pierced with a thousand wounds: Hark! from each, as with a tongue, The voice of pardon sounds: Lo! from all his opened veins, See blood of wondrous virtue flow; Shed to wash away thy stains And ransom thee from woe! 3 Though his majesty be great, His mercy is no less: Though he thy transgressions hate, He feels for thy distress: 317 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE By Himself the Lord hath sworn, That he delights not in thy death, But invites thee to return, And bids thee live by faith. and see 4 Raise thy downcast eyes What throngs his throne surround: These, though sinners once like thee, Have peace and pardon found: Yield not then to unbelief While Jesus says" There yet is room;" Though of sinners thou art chief, Since Jesus calls thee, come. 418 Nuremburg. 1 OFT I in my heart have said, Who shall ascend on high, Mount to Christ, my glorious Head, And bring him from the sky? Borne on contemplation's wing, Ah, surely I shall find him there, Where the angels praise their King, And gain the Morning- Star. 7,6,7,6,7,8,7,6. 2 Oft I in my heart have said, Who to the deep shall stoop, Sink with Christ among the dead From thence to bring him up? Could I but my heart prepare, By true unfeigned humility, Christ would quickly enter there, And ever dwell with me. 3 But the righteousness of faith Hath taught me better things: " Inward turn thine eyes," it saith ( While Christ to me it brings): 318 419 1 2 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. Christ is ready to impart Life now to all, for life who sigh; In thy mouth, and in thy heart, The Word is ever nigh. OPEN, Lord, my inward ear, And bid my heart rejoice; Bid my quiet spirit hear pid Thy comfortable voice; Never in the whirlwind found, Or where the earthquake rocks the place; Still and silent is the sound, The whisper of thy grace. 3 4 Nuremburg. 7,6,7,6,7,8,7,6. From the world of sin and noise, And hurry, I withdraw; For the small and inward voice I wait with humble awe; Silent am I now and still, And dare not in thy presence move: To my waiting soul reveal The secret of thy love. Thou didst undertake for me, For me to death wast sold; Wisdom in a mystery Of bleeding love unfold: Teach the lesson of thy cross, Ah, let me die with thee to reign; All things let me count but loss, So I may thee regain. Show me, as my soul can bear, The depth of inbred sin; All the unbelief declare, The pride that lurks within: 319 5 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. Take me, whom thyself hast bought; And bring into captivity Every high aspiring thought, l That would not stoop to thee. Lord, my time is in thy hand, My soul to thee convert; Thou canst make me understand, Though I am slow of heart; Thine, in whom I live and move, Thine, Lord, the work, the praise is thine; Thou art Wisdom, Power, and Love, And all thou art is mine. 420 Nuremburg. 7,6,7,6,7,8,7,6. 1 0 ALMIGHTY God of Love, Thy holy arm display; Send me succour from above, In this my evil day: Arm my weakness with thy power, Great Conqueror appear within; Be my Safeguard and my Tower Against the face of sin. 2 Could I of thy strength take hold, And always feel thee near, Confident, divinely bold, My soul would scorn to fear: Nothing should my firmness shock; Yea, though the gates of hell assail Were I built upon the Rock, They never could prevail. 3 Rock of my salvation, haste, Extend thy ample shade; Let it over me be cast, And screen my naked head: 320 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. Save me from the trying hour: Still Thou my sure protection be; Shelter me from Satan's power, Till I am fixed on Thee. 4 Set upon thyself my feet, And make me surely stand; From temptation's rage and heat Cover me with thy hand; Let me in the cleft be placed, And never from my fence remove; In thine arms of love embraced, Of everlasting love. 421 1 Lo! I come with joy to do The Master's blessed will; Him in outward works pursue, And serve his pleasure still. Faithful to my Lord's commands, I still would choose the better part; Serve with careful Martha's hands, And loving Mary's heart. Nuremburg. 7,6,7,6,7,8,7,6. 2 Careful without care I am, Nor feel my happy toil, Kept in peace by Jesu's name, Supported by his smile: Joyful thus my faith to show, I find his service my reward; Every work I do below, I do it to the Lord. 3 Thou, O Lord, in tender love, Dost all my burdens bear; Lift my heart to things above, And fix it ever there! P 2 off 321 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. Calm on tumult's wheel I sit, ' Midst busy multitudes alone, Sweetly waiting at thy feet, 1612 Till all thy will be done. 4 O that all the art might know Of living thus to thee! Find their heaven begun below, And here thy glory see! Walk in all the works prepared By thee to exercise their grace, Till they gain their full reward, And see thy glorious face! 422 Oxford. 8,8,6,8,8,6. 1 EXCEPT the Lord conduct the plan, The best concerted schemes are vain, I And never can succeed: aldodf We spend our wretched strength for nought, But if our works in thee be wrought, They shall be blest indeed. Iulting 2 Lord, if thou didst thyself inspire Our souls with this intense desire Thy goodness to proclaim ,Thy glory if we now intend ,O let our deed begin and end Complete in Jesu's name! 3 In Jesu's name behold we meet, Far from an evil world retreat, And all its frantic ways; One only thing resolved to know, And rule our useful lives below, By reason and by grace. 4 Now, Jesus, now thy love impart, To govern each devoted heart, And fit us for thy will: 322 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. Deep founded in the truth of grace, Build up thy rising church, and place The city on the hill. 50 let our faith and love abound! O let our lives to all around With purest lustre shine; That all around our works may see, And give the glory, Lord, to thee The heavenly Light Divine. 8,8,6,8,8,6. 423 Oxford. 1 HELP, Lord, to whom for help I fly, And still my tempted soul stand by, Throughout the evil day: The sacred watchfulness impart, And keep the issues of my heart, And stir me up to pray. 2 My soul with thy whole armour arm, In each approach of sin alarm, And show the danger near; Surround, sustain, and strengthen me, And fill with godly jealousy, And sanctifying fear. 3 Whene'er my careless hands hang down, O let me see thy gathering frown, And feel thy warning eye; And starting cry, from ruin's brink, Save, Jesus, or I yield, I sink, O save me, or I die! 4 If near the pit I rashly stray, Before I wholly fall away, The keen conviction dart! Recall me by that pitying look, That kind upbraiding glance, which broke Unfaithful Peter's heart. 323 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 5 In me thine utmost mercy show, And make me like thyself below, Unblamable in grace; sdi Ready prepared, and fitted here, In perfect holiness, to appear Before thy glorious face. Rochester. 424 6,7,6,7,6,6,6,6. 1 MY spirit, Lord, awake From this its deadly slumber; My heart with sorrow break For sins too great to number. Lay to thy mighty hand; Alarm me in this hour; And make me understand The thunder of thy power! 2 Still let me watch and pray, To thee for succour calling; Nor cast my shield away, Into temptation falling. For each assault prepared And ready may I be; Still standing on my guard, And looking up to thee. 3 0 do thou always warn My soul of evil near me! When right or left I turn, Thy voice direct and cheer me. " Come back! this is the way; Come back and walk herein!" May I at once obey, And shun the paths of sin. 4 Thou seest my feebleness; Jesus, be thou my power, dond My refuge in distress, My fortress and my tower. 324 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE Give me to trust in thee! Be thou my sure abode; My rock, my buckler be, E My Saviour and my God. 2 5 Myself I cannot save, Safe only in thy keeping; But strength in thee I have, Thine eyelids never sleeping. My soul to thee alone Now therefore I commend; Oh love me as thine own, And love me to the end. 425 1 D.S.M. Swabia. GoD of almighty love, By whose sufficient grace of I lift my heart to things above, And humbly seek thy face: Through Jesus Christ the Just, My faint desires receive; And let me in thy goodness trust, And to thy glory live. Whate'er I say or do, Thy glory be my aim: My offerings all be offered through The ever- blessed Name! Jesus, my single eye Be fixed on thee alone: Thy name be praised on earth, on high, Mad Thy will by all be done! 3 Spirit of faith inspire My consecrated heart: Fill me with pure celestial fire, With all thou hast and art: 325 426 1 2 3 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. My feeble mind transform, With all thy love imbue, Into a saint exalt a worm, And perfectly renew. Swabia. THE thing my God doth hate That I no more may do, Thy creature, Lord, again create, And all my soul renew: My soul shall then, like thine, Abhor the thing unclean, And, sanctified by love divine, For ever cease from sin. That blessed law of thine, Jesus, to me impart; The Spirit's law of life divine, O write it in my heart! I Implant it deep within, Whence it may ne'er remove, The law of liberty from sin, The perfect law of love. Thy nature be my law, Thy spotless sanctity, And sweetly every moment draw My happy soul to thee. Soul of my soul remain! Who didst for all fulfil, In me, O Lord, fulfil again 427 1 326 bak D.S.M. Thy heavenly Father's will. Swabia. EQUIP me for the war, And teach my hands to fight; My simple, upright heart prepare, And guide my words aright: D.S.M. 2 3 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. Control my every thought, My whole of sin remove; Let all my works in thee be wrought, Let all be wrought in love. Oh, arm me with the mind, Meek Lamb! which was in thee, And let my knowing zeal be joined With perfect charity: With calm and tempered zeal Let me enforce thy call, And vindicate thy gracious will, Which offers life to all. Oh may I love like thee! In all thy footsteps tread! Thou hatest all iniquity, But nothing thou hast made. Oh may I learn the art, With meekness to reprove; To hate the sin with all my heart, But still the sinner love. maq 428 Swabin. mog 1 D.S.M. JESUS, the Conqueror, reigns, esin In glorious strength arrayed, His kingdom over all maintains, And bids the earth be glad. Ye sons of men, rejoice In Jesu's mighty love, od up your heart, lift up your voice, bout To him who rules above. Lift 2 Extol his kingly power, Kiss the exalted Son, Who died, and lives, to die no more, High on his Father's throne: 327 3 4 5 6 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. Our Advocate with God, He undertakes our cause, And spreads through all the earth abroad The victory of his cross. That bloody banner see, And in your Captain's sight Fight the good fight of faith with me, My fellow soldiers fight! In mighty phalanx joined, To battle all proceed, Armed with th' unconquerable mind Which was in Christ your Head. Urge on your rapid course, Ye blood- besprinkled bands; The heavenly kingdom suffers force, ' Tis seized by violent hands: See there the starry crown, That glitters through the skies! Satan, the world, and sin tread down, And take the glorious prize. Through much distress and pain, Through many a conflict here, Christians, ye must the entrance gain; Yet, oh disdain to fear! " Courage!" your Captain cries, Who all your toil foreknew; " Toil ye shall have; yet all despise, I have o'ercome for you." The world cannot withstand Its ancient Conqueror; The world must sink beneath the hand Which arms us for the war: This is the victory: Before our faith they fall; Jesus hath died for you and me, Believe, and conquer all. 328 42988 2 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 3 Swabia. COME, ye that love the Lord, I And let your joys be known, Join in a song with sweet accord, While ye surround his throne: Let those refuse to sing, Who never knew our God, But servants of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad. 4 D.S.M. The God that rules on high, That all the earth surveys, That rides upon the stormy sky, And calms the roaring seas; This awful God is ours, Our Father and our Love; He will send down his heavenly powers, To carry us above. There we shall see his face, And never, never sin; There from the rivers of his grace Drink endless pleasures in. Yea, and before we rise To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss Should constant joys create. The men of grace have found Glory begun below: Celestial fruit on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow: Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry: We're marching through Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high. 329 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 430 Dresden. 1 AND can it be that I should gain An interest in the Saviour's blood? Died he for me, who caused his pain? For me, who him to death pursued? Amazing love! how can it be, That thou, my God, should'st die for me! 8,8,8,8,8,8. 2' Tis mystery all! Th' Immortal dies! Who can explore his strange design! In vain the first- born Seraph tries To sound the depths of Love Divine! " Tis mercy all: let earth adore, Let angel- minds inquire no more. 3 He left his Father's throne above; ( So free, so infinite his grace!) Emptied himself of all but love, And bled for Adam's helpless race: ' Tis mercy all: immense and free, For, O my God, it found out me! 4 Long my imprisoned spirit lay Fast bound in sin and nature's night; Thine eye diffused a quickening ray; I woke; the dungeon flamed with light; My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed thee. 5 No condemnation now I dread: Jesus, and all in him, is mine! Alive in him, my living Head, And clothed in righteousness divine. Bold I approach th' eternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ my own. 330 ** THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 431 Dresden. 1 I WANT the spirit of power within, Of love and of a healthful mind; Of power to conquer inbred sin; Of love, to thee and all mankind; Of health, that pain and death defies, Most vigorous when the body dies. 8,8,8,8,8,8. 2 When shall I hear the inward voice, Which only faithful souls can hear? Pardon, and peace, and heavenly joys, Attend the promised Comforter; O come, and righteousness divine, And Christ, and all with Christ, are mine! 3 O that the Comforter would come! Nor visit as a transient guest, But fix in me his constant home, And take possession of my breast; And fix in me his loved abode, The temple of indwelling God! 4 Come, Holy Ghost, my heart inspire! Attest that I am born again: Come, and baptize me now with fire, Nor let thy former gifts be vain: O shed it in my heart abroad, Fulness of love, of heaven, of God! 432 Dresden. 8,8,8,8,8,8. 1 Now I have found the ground wherein Sure my soul's anchor may remain: The wounds of Jesus, for my sin Before the world's foundation slain; Whose mercy shall unshaken stay, When heaven and earth are fled away. 331 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 2 Father, thine everlasting grace Our scanty thought surpasses far: Thy heart still melts with tenderness: I Thy arms of love still open are, Returning sinners to receive, That mercy they may taste and live. 3 O Love, thou bottomless abyss! My sins are swallowed up in thee: Covered is my unrighteousness, Nor spot of guilt remains on me, While Jesu's blood through earth and skies Mercy, free, boundless mercy, cries! 4 With faith I plunge me in this sea: Here is my hope, my joy, my rest; Hither, when hell assails, I flee; I look into my Saviour's breast; Away, sad doubt, and anxious fear! Mercy is all that's written there. 5 Though waves and storms go o'er my head, Though strength, and health, and friends be gone. Though joys be withered all and dead, Though every comfort be withdrawn; On this my stedfast soul relies, Father, thy mercy never dies, 6 Fixed on this ground will I remain, To Though my heart fail and flesh decay; This anchor shall my soul sustain, When earth's foundations melt away; Mercy's full power I then shall prove, Loved with an everlasting love. 332 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 433 1 WHAT days of solid happiness, Bright antepast of heaven! When in the accepted time of Grace, We know our sins forgiven: Cleansed in the precious flood Of Christ's atoning blood; Enjoying in our hearts by faith, The blessings purchased by his death. Peterborough. 8,7,8,7,6,6,8,8. 2 The peace of God then fills the soul, And heals the wounded spirit; Then is the broken heart made whole, By virtue of his merit: Yea, such sweet looks of Grace Fall sometimes from his face, That we enjoy, in this his love, A foretaste of the bliss above. 3 But why do tears, and grief, and care, Sometimes alloy our gladness, And, though his favour still we share, Awaken thoughts of sadness? ' Tis when to mind we call, The wormwood and the gall Of our past state, as sinners lost, And what a price our ransom cost. 4 When thus we contemplate the grace, The love, and condescension, Of Christ to our apostate race, Love past all comprehension! Low at his feet we bend, Own him the sinner's friend, Nothing resolved to know beside, Save Jesus, and him crucified. 333 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 434 Darmstadt. 8,8,8,8,8,8. 1 O GOD, what offering shall I give, To thee, the Lord of earth and skies, My spirit, soul, and flesh receive, A holy, living sacrifice; Small as it is,' tis all my store; More should'st thou have, if I had more. 2 Now then, O God, thou hast my soul; No longer mine, but thine I am; Guard thou thine own, possess it whole; Cheer it with hope, with love inflame, Thou hast my spirit; there display Thy glory to the perfect day. 3 Thou hast my flesh, thy hallowed shrine, Devoted solely to thy will; Here let thy light for ever shine; This house still let thy presence fill! O Source of Life,-live, dwell, and move In me, till all my life be love! 4 0 never in these veils of shame, Jad fruits of sin, my glorying be! Clothe with salvation, through thy name, My soul, and let me put on thee! Be living faith my costly dress, And my best robe thy righteousness. 5 Send down thy likeness from above, And let this my adorning be; Clothe me with wisdom, patience, love, With lowliness and purity, Than gold and pearls more precious far, And brighter than the morning star. 6 Lord, arm me with thy Spirit's might, Since I am called by thy great name: In thee let all my thoughts unite, my works be thou the aim: Of all 334 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. Thy love attend me all my days, And my sole business be thy praise! 435 Darmstadt. 8,8,8,8,8,8. 1 THEE will I love, my strength, my tower, Thee will I love, my joy, my crown; Thee will I love, with all my power, In all thy works, and thee alone: Thee will I love, till the pure fire Fills my whole soul with chaste desire. 2 Ah, why did I so late thee know, Thee, lovelier than the sons of men! Ah, why did I no sooner go To thee the only ease in pain! Ashamed I sigh, and inly mourn, That I so late to thee did turn. 3 In darkness willingly I strayed: I sought thee, yet from thee I roved: Far wide my wandering thoughts were spread; Thy creatures more than thee I loved: And now if more at length I see, ' Tis through thy light, and comes from thee. PART II. 4 I THANK thee, uncreated Sun, That thy bright beams on me have shined; I thank thee who hast overthrown My foes, and healed my wounded mind; I thank thee, whose enlivening voice Bids my freed heart in thee rejoice. 5 Uphold me in the anxious race, Nor suffer me again to stray; Strengthen my feet with steady pace Still to press forward in thy way; My soul and flesh, O Lord of might, Fill, satiate, with thy heavenly light. 335 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 6 Give to mine eyes refreshing tears; Give to my heart chaste, hallowed fires: Give to my soul, with filial fears, The love that all heaven's host inspires: That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite. 7 Thee will I love, my joy, my crown, Thee will I love, my Lord, my God; Thee will I love, beneath thy frown, Or smile, thy sceptre, or thy rod: What though my flesh and heart decay, Thee shall I love in endless day! 436 1 2 3 Wurtemberg. 6,6,5; 6,6,5; 7,8,6. When the tempest rages, In the Rock of Ages I will safely hide: hai Tho' the earth be shaking, And all hearts be quaking, Christ is at my side: Lightnings flash, and thunders crash, Yea, tho' sin and hell dismay me, Jesus still shall stay me. JESUS, my chief pleasure, Jesus, my heart's treasure, Matchless Pearl of Grace: Long my heart hath panted, And hath well nigh fainted, To behold thy face: Lamb who died, behold thy bride! O what tie can e'er be nearer, Who than Jesus dearer? 336 Hence, deluding pleasure! Jesus is the treasure To my heart most dear! 4 5 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. Hence vain pomp and glories! To your flattering stories I will lend no ear: Grief and loss, shame, death, the cross, Though they may afflict, shall never Me from Jesus sever. Hence, ye empty bubbles, Self- inflicted troubles, Vanish from my sight! Sins, which once could bind me, Get ye all behind me, Come not to the light: Pomp and pride, your faces hide! Hence, ye brood of sin and folly, I renounce you wholly. Flee, ye shades of sadness! Christ, the Prince of gladness, Comes with me to sup! He may joy discover, Who is Christ's true lover, In the bitt'rest cup: Be my cross, reproach and loss, Thou art still my consolationIn all tribulation. 437 Breslau. 1 JESU, my Saviour, Brother, Friend, On whom I cast my every care, On whom for all things I depend; Inspire, and then accept, my prayer. L.M. 2 If I have tasted of thy grace, The grace that sure salvation brings, If with me now thy Spirit stays, And hovering hides me in his wings; 337 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 3 Still let him with my weakness stay, Nor for a moment's space depart; Evil and danger turn away, And keep till he renews my heart. 4 When to the right or left I stray, His voice behind me may I hear: " Return, and walk in Christ thy way; Fly back to Christ; for sin is near.' 5 Jesus, I fain would walk in thee, From nature's every path retreat; Thou art my Way, my Leader be, And set upon the rock my feet. 6 Uphold me, Saviour, or I fall; Oh, reach me out thy gracious hand! Only on thee for help I call: Only by faith in thee I stand. 438 Breslau. 1 COME, Saviour, Jesus, from above! Assist me with thy heavenly grace; Empty my heart of earthly love, And for thyself prepare the place. 2 Oh, let thy sacred presence fill, And set my longing spirit free, Which pants to have no other will, But day and night to feast on thee. L.M. 3 While in this region here below, No other good will I pursue; I'll bid this world of noise and show, With all its glittering snares, adieu! 4 That path with humble speed I'll seek, In which my Saviour's footsteps shine Nor will I hear, nor will I speak, Of any other love but thine. 338 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 5 Henceforth may no profane delight Divide this consecrated soul; Possess it thou, who hast the right, As Lord and Master of the whole. Breslau. L.M. 439 1 FORTH in thy name, O Lord, I go, My daily labour to pursue; Thee, only thee, resolved to know, In all I think, or speak, or do. 2 The task thy wisdom hath assigned, Oh, let me cheerfully fulfil! In all my works thy presence find, And prove thy acceptable will. 3 Thee may I set at my right hand, Whose eyes my inmost substance see; And labour on at thy command, And offer all my works to thee. 4 Give me to bear thy easy yoke, And every moment watch and pray; And still to things eternal look, And hasten to thy glorious day. 5 For thee delightfully employ [ given; Whate'er thy bounteous grace hath And run my course with even joy, And closely walk with thee to heaven. Breslau. L.M. 440 1 SHALL I, for fear of feeble man, The Spirit's course in me restrain?Or, undismayed in deed and word, Be a true witness for my Lord? 2 Awed by a mortal's frown, shall I Conceal the word of God most high? How then before thee shall I dare To stand, or how thine anger bear? 339 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 3 Shall I, to soothe th' unholy throng, Soften thy truths and smooth my tongue, To gain earth's gilded toys, or flee The cross, endured, my God, by thee? 4 What then is he whose scorn I dread, Whose wrath or hate makes me afraid? A man! an heir of death! a slave To sin! a bubble on the wave! 5 Yea, let men rage, since thou wilt spread Thy shadowing wings around my head; Since in all pain thy tender love Will still my sure refreshment prove. PART II. T 1 SAVIOUR of men, thy searching eye Doth all mine inmost thoughts descry! Doth aught on earth my wishes raise, Or the world's pleasures, or its praise? 2 The love of Christ doth me constrain To seek the wandering souls of men; With cries, entreaties, tears to save, To snatch them from the yawning grave. 3 For this let men revile my name; No cross I shun, I fear no shame: All hail, reproach! and welcome, pain! Only thy terrors, Lord, restrain. 4 My life, my blood, I here present, If for thy truth they may be spent; Fulfil thy sovereign counsel, Lord! Thy will be done, thy name adored! 5 Give me thy strength, O God of power; Then let winds blow or thunders roar, Thy faithful witness will I be: ' Tis fixed: I can do all through thee! 340 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 441 Breslau. L.M. 1 WHEN, gracious Lord, when shall it be That I shall find my all in thee? The fulness of thy promise prove, The seal of thine eternal love? 2 A poor, blind child, I wander here, If haply I may feel thee near! Oh dark dark! dark! I still must say Amid the blaze of gospel day! 3 Thee, only thee, I fain would find, And cast the world and flesh behind; Thou, only thou, to me be given, Of all thou hast in earth or heaven. 4 Whom man forsakes, thou wilt not leave, Ready the outcasts to receive; Though all my simpleness I own, And all my faults to thee are known. 5 Ah! wherefore did I ever doubt! Thou wilt in no wise cast me out, A helpless soul that comes to thee, With only sin and misery. 6 Lord, I am sick, my sickness cure; I want, do thou enrich the poor: Under thy mighty hand I stoop, Oh, lift the abject sinner up! 7 Lord, I am blind,-be thou my sight! Lord, I am weak, be thou my might! A helper of the helpless be, And let me find all in thee! my Breslau. 442 L.M. 1 How do thy mercies close me round! For ever be thy name adored; I blush in all things to abound; The servant is above his Lord! 341 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 2 Inured to poverty and pain, A suffering life my Master led; The Son of God, the Son of Man, He had not where to lay his head! 3 But lo! a place he hath prepared For me, whom watchful angels keep; Yea, he himself becomes my guard; He smooths my bed, and gives me sleep. 4 Jesus protects; my fears, begone! What can the Rock of Ages move? Safe in thy arms, I lay me downThy everlasting arms of love. 5 I rest beneath th' Almighty's shade, My griefs expire, my troubles cease, Thou, Lord, on whom my soul is stayed, Wilt keep me still in perfect peace. 6 Me for thine own thou lovest to take, In time and in eternity; Thou never, never wilt forsake A helpless soul that trusts in thee. Breslau. 443 L.M. 1 My soul, through my Redeemer s care, Saved from the second death I feel, My eyes from tears of dark despair, My feet from falling into hell. 2 Wherefore to him my feet shall run; My eyes on his perfections gaze; My soul shall live for God alone, And all within me sing his praise. St. Ann. C.M. 444 1 LORD, I believe a rest remains To all thy people known, A rest where pure enjoyment reigns, And thou art loved alone: 342 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 2 A rest where all our soul's desire Is fixed on things above; Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, Cast out by perfect love. 3 Oh, that I now the rest might know, a Believe, and enter in! Now, Saviour, now the power bestow, And let me cease from sin. 4 Remove this hardness from my heart, This unbelief remove: To me the rest of faith impart, The sabbath of thy love. 5 I would be thine, thou know'st I would, And have thee all my own; Thee, O my all- sufficient Good! I want, and thee alone. 6 Thy name to me, thy nature, grant; This, only this, be given: Nothing beside my God I want; Nothing in earth or heaven. 7 Come, O my Saviour, come away! Into my soul descend: No longer from thy creature stay, My Author and my End! 8 Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, And seal me thine abode! Let all I am in thee be lost; Let all be lost in God. C.M. 445 St. Ann. 1 JESU! Redeemer, Saviour, Lord, The weary sinner's friend; Come to my help, pronounce the word, And bid mıy troubles end. 343 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 2 Deliverance to my soul proclaim, And life, and liberty: Shed forth the virtue of thy Name, And Jesus prove to me. 3 Faith to be healed thou know'st I have; For thou that faith hast given: Thou canst, thou wilt, the sinner save, And make me meet for heaven. 4 Thou canst o'ercome this heart of mine; Thou wilt victorious prove; For everlasting strength is thine, And everlasting love. 5 Thy powerful Spirit shall subdue Unconquerable sin: Cleanse this foul heart and make it new, And write thy law within. 6 Bound down with twice ten thousand ties, Yet let me hear thy call, My soul in confidence shall rise, Shall rise and break through all. 7 Speak, and the deaf shall hear thy voice; The blind his sight receive; The dumb in songs of praise rejoice; The heart of stone believe. 8 The Ethiop then shall change his skin; The dead shall feel thy power: The loathsome leper shall be clean, And I shall sin no more. 446 St. Ann. 1 THE Lord unto my Lord hath said, " Sit thou in glory, sit Till I thine enemies have made To bow beneath thy feet." A 344 C.M. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 2 Jesus, my Lord, mighty to save, What can my hopes withstand, While thee my Advocate I have Enthroned at God's right hand? 3 Nature is subject to thy word; All power to thee is given, The uncontrolled, almighty Lord Of hell and earth and heaven. ofT 4 And shall my sins thy will oppose? Master, thy right maintain! Oh, let not thy usurping foes In me thy servant reign! 5 Come, then, and claim me for thine own; Saviour, thy right assert! Come, gracious Lord, set up thy throne, And reign within my heart! 6 So shall I bless thy pleasing sway; And, sitting at thy feet, Thy laws with all my heart obey, With all my soul submit. 7 So shall I do thy will below, As angels do above: The virtue of thy passion show, The triumphs of thy love. 8 Thy love the conquest more than gains; To all I shall proclaim, " Jesus, the King, the Conqueror reigns; Bow down to Jesu's Name." To thee shall earth and hell submit, And every foe shall fall, Till death expires beneath thy feet, And God is all in all. 22 345 447 St. Ann. 1 GoD of all grace and majesty, Supremely great and good! If I have mercy found with thee, Through the atoning blood; THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 2 The guard of all thy mercies give, And to my pardon join A fear lest I should ever grieve The gracious Spirit Divine. 3 If mercy is indeed with thee, May I obedient prove; Nor e'er abuse my liberty, Or sin against thy love. 4 This choicest fruit of faith bestow On a poor sojourner; And let me pass my days below In humbleness and fear. 5 Still may I walk as in thy sight, My strict observer see; And thou by reverent love unite My childlike heart to thee. 448 C.M 6 Still let me, till my days are past, At Jesu's feet abide; So shall he lift me up at last, And seat me by his side. St. Ann. C.M. 1 My God! I humbly call thee mine, And will not quit my claim, Till all I have is lost in thine, And all renewed I am. 346 2 I hold thee with a trembling hand, But will not let thee go, Till stedfastly by faith I stand, And all thy goodness know. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 3 Jesu! thine all- victorious love Shed in my heart abroad; Then shall my feet no longer rove, Rooted and fixed in God. 4 Love only can the conquest win, The strength of sin subdue ( Mine own unconquerable sin), And form my soul anew. 5 Oh, that in me the sacred fire Might now begin to glow, Burn up the dross of base desire, And make the mountains flow! Det e 6 Oh, that it now from heaven might fall And all my sins consume! Come, Holy Ghost! for thee I callSpirit of Burning! come! C.M. 449 St. Ann. 1 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, Oh, with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God! I 4 Author and guardian of my life, Sweet source of light divine! And- all harmonious names in oneMy Saviour! thou art mine! 347 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 5 What thanks I owe thee, and what love, A boundless, endless store! Shall echo through the realms above, When time shall be no more! 450 Leipzig. 1 FATHER, Son, and Spirit, hear Faith's effectual, fervent prayer; Hear, and our petitions seal, Let us now the answer feel. Still our fellowship increase; Knit us in the bond of peace; Join our new- born spirits, join Each to each, and all to Thine. 40 2 Build us in one body up, Called in one high calling's hope; One the Spirit whom we claim; One the pure baptismal flame; One the faith, and common Lord; One the Father lives adored, Over, through, and in us all, God incomprehensible. 3 One with God, the source of bliss, Ground of our communion this: Life of all that live below, D. 7's. PART II. 1 OTHER ground can no man lay; Jesus takes our sins away; Jesus the foundation is, 1. This shall stand, and only this: 348 Let thine emanations flow! Rise eternal in our heart: Thou our long- sought Eden art; G Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Be to us what Adam lost. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. Fitly framed in him we are, All the building rises fair; Let it to a temple rise, Worthy him who fills the skies. 2 Husband of thy Church below, Christ, if thee our Lord we know, Unto thee betrothed in love, Always let us faithful prove; Never rob thee of our heart, Never give the creature part; Only thou possess the whole; Take our body, spirit, soul. 3 Stedfast let us cleave to thee; Love the mystic union be; Union to the world unknown, e Joined to God in spirit one: Wait we till the Spouse shall come, Till the Lamb shall take us home, For his heaven the Bride prepare, Solemnize our nuptials there. 451 Leipzig. 1 JESUS! soft harmonious name! Every faithful heart's desire! See thy followers, O Lamb! All at once to thee aspire. Drawn by thy uniting grace, After thee we swiftly run: Hand in hand we seek thy face, Come and perfect us in one. D. 7's. 2 Mollify our harsher will; Each to each our tempers suit, By thy modulating skill, Heart to heart, as lute to lute. 349 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. Sweetly on our spirits move; Gently touch the trembling strings; Make the harmony of love, Music for the King of kings! 3 See the souls that hang on thee! Severed though in flesh we are, Joined in spirit all agree; All thy only love declare; Spread thy love to all around; Hark! we now our voices raise! Joyful consentaneous sound! Sweetest symphony of praise! 4 Jesu's praise be all our song: While we Jesu's praise repeat, Glide our happy hours along, Glide with down upon their feet! Far from sorrow, sin, and fear, Till we take our seats above, Live we all as angels here, Only sing, and praise, and love. 452 Leipzig. 1 HOLY Lamb, who thee confess, Followers of thy holiness, Thee they ever keep in view, Ever ask," What shall we do?" Governed by thy only will, All thy words we would fulfil, Would in all thy footsteps go, Walk as Jesus walked below. D. 7's. 2 While thou didst on earth appear, Servant to thy servants here, Mindful of thy place above, All thy life was prayer and love 350 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. Such our whole employment be, Works of faith and charity; Works of love on man bestowed, Secret intercourse with God. 3 Early in the temple met, Let us still our Saviour greet; Nightly to the mount repair, Join our praying Pattern there. There by wrestling faith obtain Power to work for God again; Power his image to retrieve, Power, like thee, our Lord, to live. 4 Vessels, instruments of grace, Pass we thus our happy days " Twixt the mount and multitude, Doing or receiving good; Glad to pray and labour on, Till our earthly course is run, Then from toil and sorrow free, Yield we up our souls to thee! 453 Leipzig D. 7's. 1 HAPPY saint, that, free from harms, Rests within his Shepherd's arms! Who his quiet shall molest? Who shall violate his rest? Jesus doth his spirit bear: Jesus takes his every care: He who found the wandering sheep, Jesus, still delights to keep. 2 Oh that I might so believe, Stedfastly to Jesus cleave; On his only love rely, Smile at the destroyer nigh. 351 PUBLIC WORSHIP. Free from sin and servile fear, Have my Jesus ever near; All his care rejoice to prove; All his paradise of love. 3 Jesus, seek thy wandering sheep; Bring me back, and lead, and keep; Take on thee my every care; Bear me, on thy bosom bear: Let me know my Shepherd's voice, More and more in thee rejoice; More and more of thee receive; Ever in thy Spirit live: 4 Live, till all thy life I know Perfect through my Lord, below, Gladly then from earth remove, Gathered to the fold above. Oh, that I at last may stand With the sheep at thy right hand; Take the crown so freely given, Enter in by thee to heaven! Public Worship. Arnheim. 454 7,8,7,8,8,8. 1 GRACIOUS Jesu! in thy Name We are gathered now to hear thee; To thy word our spirits frame, Freely both to love and fear thee; By thy teaching be it given Every heart to raise to heaven. 2 All our knowledge, mind, and will, Lie in earthly darkness sealed, Till thy light our spirits fill, Till thou art in us revealed: 352 HOLY BAPTISM. Each good thought and inclination M Comes of thy sole inspiration.dadi y8 3 Light of light! Thou Word divine! Now prepare us to adore thee; Heart, and mouth, and ear incline, Bless us, Lord, while we implore thee: Whilst we are thy name confessing, O Lord Jesu! grant thy blessing. Baly Baptism. Arnheim. 455 1 JESUS, Lord, thy servants see, Offering here obedience willing; Lo! this infant comes to thee, 7,8,7,8,8,8. Thus thy mandate blest fulfilling: " Tis for such, thyself declarest, That the kingdom thou preparest. 2 Loudly sounds thy warning plain, Us with holy fear imbuing, " He must here be born again, Heart and mind and life renewing, Born of water and the Spirit, Who my kingdom will inherit." 3 Take the pledge we offer now, To the font baptismal hastening, Make him, Lord, thy child below, Let him feel thy tender chastening, That he here may love and fear thee, And in heaven dwell ever near thee. 4 Let thy light from darkness shine, Grace instead of wrath revealing; Realize the sacred sign, Satan's venomed death- sting healing, 353 THE HOLY COMMUNION. Make his soul thy Spirit's dwelling, By its breath all sin expelling. 5 Prince of Peace, thy peace bestow, Shepherd, to thy sheep- fold take him, Way of life, his pathway show, Head, thy living member make him; Vine, abundant fruit providing, Keep this branch in thee abiding. 6 Lord of grace! to thee we cry, Filled our hearts to overflowing; Heavenward take the burdened sigh, Blessings on the child bestowing: Write the name we now have given, Write it in the book of heaven. The Baly Communion. 456 St. George's. 1 THIS is the feast of heavenly wine, And God invites to sup; The juices of the living Vine Were pressed to fill the cup. 2 O bless the Saviour, ye that eat, With royal dainties fed; Not heaven affords a costlier treat, For Jesus is the bread. C.M 3 The vile, the lost, He calls to them, " Ye trembling souls, appear! The righteous in their own esteem, Have no acceptance here. 4" Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse The banquet spread for you:"Blest Saviour, this is welcome news, Then I may venture too. 354 THE HOLY COMMUNION. 5 ff guilt and sin afford a plea, And may obtain a place, Surely the Lord will welcome me, And I shall see his face. 457 St. George's. 1 COME, let us, who in Christ believe, Our common Saviour praise; To him with joyful voices give The glory of his grace. 2 He now stands knocking at the door Of every sinner's heart; The worst need keep him out no more, Or force him to depart. In sure and certain hope rejoice, That thou wilt enter in. * C.M. 3 Through grace we hearken to thy voice, Yield to be saved from sin; 458 St. George's. 1 COME, let us use the grace divine, And all, with one accord, In a perpetual Covenant join Ourselves to Christ the Lord: 4 Come quickly in, thou heavenly Guest, Nor ever hence remove, But sup with us, and let the feast Be everlasting love. C.M. 2 Give up ourselves, through Jesu's power, His name to glorify; And promise, in this sacred hour, For God to live and die. 3 The Covenant we this moment make :Be ever kept in mind:We will no more our God forsake, Or cast his words behind. 355 ON CONFIRMATION. 4 We never will throw off his fear, Who hears our solemn vow:And if thou art well pleased to hear, Come down and meet us now! 5 Thee- Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Let all our hearts receive; Present with the celestial host, The peaceful answer give! 6 To each the Covenant- blood apply, Which takes our sins away; And register our names on high, And keep us to that day. On Confirmation. 459 Nassau. 1 JESU, Shepherd of the sheep, Pity my unsettled soul! Guide, and nourish me, and keep, Till thy love shall make me whole: Give me perfect soundness, give, Make me stedfastly believe. 2 I am never at one stay, Changing every hour I am; But thou art as yesterday, Now and evermore the same: Constancy to me impart, Stablish with thy grace my heart. 3 Lay thy weighty cross on me; All my unbelief control; Till the rebel cease to be, Bind him down within my soul: That I never more may move, Root and ground me fast in love. 356 7's. ON CONFIRMATION. 4 Give me faith to hold me up, Walking over life's rough sea; Holy, purifying hope, Still my soul's sure anchor be: That I may be always thine, Perfect me in love divine. 460 Nassau. 1 FATHER, Son, and Holy Ghost, One in Three, and Three in One, As by the celestial host, Let thy will on earth be done: Praise by all to thee be given, Glorious Lord of earth and heaven! 2 Vilest of the sinful race, Lo! I answer to thy call: Meanest vessel of thy grace, Grace divinely free for all, Lo! I come to do thy will, All thy counsel to fulfil. 3 If so poor a worm as I 7's. May to thy great glory live, All my actions sanctify, All my words and thoughts receive; Claim me for thy service, claim W All I have, and all I am. 4 Take my soul and body's powers; Take me memory, mind, and will; All my goods, and all my hours, All I know, and all I feel; All I think, or speak, or do; Take my heart, but make it new! 5 Now, O God, thine own I am; Now I give thee back thine own; Freedom, friends, and health, and fame, Consecrate to thee alone: 357 6 Father, Son, and Holy Gnost, One in Three, and Three in One,. As by the celestial host Let thy will on earth be done: Praise by all to thee be given, Glorious Lord of earth and heaven! ON CONFIRMATION. Thine I live! thrice happy I! DA Happier still if thine I die. 461 1 3 2. See how I have gone astray, How earth's wilds do oft mislead me; Bring me back into the way, In thine own green pastures feed me: Gather me within the fold, Where thy lambs thy light behold. 4 Berlin. 7,8,7,8,7,7. WILT thou not, my Shepherd true, Spare thy sheep, in mercy spare me? Wilt thou not, as shepherds do, In thy bosom gently bear me? Bear me where all troubles cease, Home to folds of joy and peace! With thy flock I long to be, With the flock to whom' t is given Safe to feed, from danger free, In the happy plains of heaven: Free from fear of sinful stain, They can never stray again. Lord! I here am sore beset, Fears at every step confound me; Lo! my foes have spread their net, And with craft and might surround me; Not one moment safe can be, Lord, thy Lamb away from thee. 358 10 5 THE ORDER OF MATRIMONY. Jesus, Lord! my Shepherd true, Oh, from wolves thy sheep deliver; Help, as shepherds wont to do, From their jaws preserve me ever: Bear me homeward in thy breast, To thy fold of endless rest. The Order of Matrimang. 462 Halle. 1 Now let your notes of praise arise To God's bright throne with voices clear; The mighty Lord who rules the skies Lends to our song a Father's ear: Eternal Lord of heaven above, 8's. Look down and bless their plighted love. 2 O'er your whole life may God preside, His richest gifts on both bestow, With heavenly light your footsteps guide, As through the world's dark wild ye go: Eternal Lord of heaven above, Look down and bless their plighted love. 3 By God's own Word each action try, Let Christ your great exemplar be; Still fix your hearts on heavenly joyWe hasten towards eternity! Eternal Lord of heaven above, Look down and bless their plighted love. 4 Together bend, God's grace implore, Or no true joy your love will know; Your voices blend, his name adore, Till love to God each heart o'erflow: Eternal Lord of heaven above, Look down and bless their plighted love. 359 HARVEST. 5 With cheerful faith in God confide, The pilgrim's staff with courage take, And, till the silent grave divide, God and each other ne'er forsake: Eternal Lord of heaven above, Look down and bless their plighted love. 6 May peace and love your lives adorn, Attend you all your course along; Your Christian walk, each night and morn, Oh, strengthen still with prayer and song! Eternal Lord of heaven above, Look down and bless their plighted love. 7 Together now your voices raise, Vow truth to God, hand joined in hand, Till, on his glories called to gaze, Ye meet in heaven's own happy land: Eternal Lord of heaven above, Look down and bless their plighted love. Barnest. 463 Glastonbury. 1 THE golden corn now waxes strong, Whereat alike both old and young Praise God with cheerful voices, Who giveth us abundant food, And with so many a precious good The heart of man rejoices. 8,8,7; 8,8,7. 2 I may not and I cannot rest, God's goodness wakens in my breast Such gratitude and pleasure: I fain would bear a tuneful part. And pour out praise from my full heart In overflowing measure. 360 HARVEST. 3 Methinks, if God so gracious be, And deals ev'n here so lovingly, With us poor erring mortals, How glorious must the mansions be Where we shall dwell eternally, Within his golden portals. 4 What light will burst upon our eyes; What joy in Christ's own paradise; How will the air be ringing With the sweet joys of seraphim, Who with one heart and voice to Him Are Hallelujahs singing. 5 Ah! had I reached that blest abode; Ah! that I stood ev'n now, my God, Bearing my palms before thee! Then would I, like the angels, raise A thousand anthems to thy praise, And with sweet psalms adore thee. 6 Nor will I, while I here remain, And bear this yoke of flesh, refrain From praises and thanksgiving: My heart in this and every place Shall never cease to praise thy grace As long as I am living. PART II. 1 BLESS me with blessings from above, And cause the fruits of faith and love To grow in me and flourish: Oh, may the summer of thy grace Make fruitful each unfruitful place, And every virtue nourish! 2 Make for thy Spirit ample room, That thus I may for ever bloom, Like plants which root have taken: 361 R TO BE USED AT SEA. Oh, let me in thy garden be A flourishing and righteous tree, Which never shall be shaken! 3 Oh, may I grow each day more wise, And ripen for the paradise To which my steps are hasting; So shall I ever serve thee here, And when I die, still serve thee there In glory everlasting. To be used at Sra. 464 Angels' Song. 1 LORD of the wide- extended main, Whose power the winds and seas controls, Whose hand doth earth and heaven sustain, Whose Spirit leads believing souls. 2 For thee we leave our native shoreWe, whom thy love delights to keepIn other worlds thy works explore, And see thy wonders in the deep. L.M. 3' T is here thine unknown paths we trace, Which dark to human eyes appear; While through the mighty waves we pass, Faith only sees that God is here. 4 Throughout the deep thy footsteps shine, We own thy way is in the sea, O'erawed by majesty divine, And lost in thy immensity! 5 Thy wisdom here we learn t' adore, Thine everlasting truth we prove; Amazing heights of boundless power, Unfathomable depths of love. 362 TO BE USED AT SEA. PART II. 6 Infinite God! thy greatness spanned These heavens, and meted out the skies; Lo! in the hollow of thy hand The measured waters sink and rise. 7 Thee to perfection who can tell? Earth, and her sons beneath Thee lie, Lighter than dust within thy scale, And less than nothing in thine eye. 8 Yet, in thy Son divinely great, We claim thy providential care: Boldly we stand before thy seat, Our Advocate hath placed us there. 9 With him we are gone up on high, Since he is ours and we are his; With him we reign above the sky, Yet walk upon our subject seas. 10 We boast of our recovered powers; Lords are we of the lands and floods; And earth, and heaven, and all is ours, And we are Christ's, and Christ is God's. 465 Angels' Song. L.M. 1 ALL praise to thee, whose powerful word Bids the tempestuous wind arise; All praise to thee, the sovereign Lord Of air, and earth, and seas, and skies! 2 Let air, and earth, and skies obey, And seas thine awful will perform: From them we learn to own thy sway, And calmly meet the gathering storm. 3 What though the floods lift up their voice? Thou hearest, Lord, our louder cry; They cannot damp thy children's joys, Or whelm the soul, when God is nigh. 363 TO BE USED AT SEA. 4 Headlong we cleave the yawning deep, And back to highest heaven are borne, Unmoved, though rapid whirlwinds sweep, And all the watery world upturn. 5 Roar on, ye waves! our souls defy Your roaring to disturb our rest; In vain to break the calm ye tryThe calm in a believer's breast. 6 Rage, while our faith the Saviour tries, Thou sea, the servant of his will; Rise, while our God permits thee, rise, But fall when he shall say," Be still!" 466 7,6,7,6,7,8,7,6 1 2 Nuremburg. LORD of earth, and air, and sea, Supreme in power and grace, Under thy protection we Our souls and bodies place. Bold an unknown land to try, We launch into the foaming deep; Rocks, and storms, and deaths defy, With Jesus in the ship. Who the calm can understand In a believer's breast? In the hollow of his hand Our souls securely rest: Winds may rise, and seas may roar, We on his love our spirits stay; Him with quiet joy adore, Whom winds and seas obey. 364 Visitation of the Sick. 801 467 by Nuremburg. 7,6,7,6,7,8,7,6. 1 CAST on the fidelity Of my redeeming Lord, I shall his salvation see, According to his word: Credence to his word I give; My Saviour in distresses past, Will not now his servant leave, But bring me through at last. Better than my boding fears To me thou oft hast proved; Oft observed my silent tears, And challenged thy Beloved; Mercy to my rescue flew, rodi And death ungrasped his fainting prey; Pain before thy face withdrew, And sorrow fled away. 2 3 VISITATION OF THE SICK. 4 Now as yesterday the same, In all my troubles nigh, Jesus, on thy Word and Name I stedfastly rely: Sure as now the grief I feel, The promised joy I soon shall haveSaved again, to others tell Thy power and will to save. To thy blessed will resigned, And stayed on that alone, I thy perfect strength shall find, Thy faithful mercies own: Compassed round with songs of praise, My all to my Redeemer give; Spread thy miracles of grace, And to thy glory live. 365 VISITATION OF THE SICK. 468 Ely. L.M. 1 GOD of my life, whose gracious power Through varied deaths my soul hath led, Or turned aside the fatal hour, Or lifted up my sinking head. 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 Oft hath the sea confessed thy power, And given me back at thy command; It could not, Lord, my life devour, Safe in the hollow of thine hand. 4 Oft from the margin of the grave Thou, Lord, hast lifted up my head; Sudden, I found thee near to saveThe fever owned thy touch and fled. 5 Whither, oh whither should I fly, But to my loving Saviour's breast? Secure within thine arms to lie, And safe beneath thy wings to rest. 6 I have no skill the snare to shun, But thou, O Christ, my Wisdom art; I ever into ruin run, But thou art greater than my heart. 7 Foolish, and impotent, and blind, Lead me a way I have not known; Bring me where I heaven may my The heaven of loving thee alone. find8 Enlarge my heart to make thee room: Enter and in me ever stay; The crooked then shall straight become, The darkness shall be lost in day. 366 VISITATION OF THE SICK. L.M. 469 Ely. 1 AND live I yet by power divine? And have I still my course to run? Again brought back, in its decline, The shadow of my parting sun? 2 Jesus to my deliverance flew, When sunk in mortal pangs I lay; Pale death his ancient conqueror knew, And trembled, and ungrasped his prey! 3 God of my life, what just return Can sinful dust and ashes give? I only live my sin to mourn, To love my God I only live! 4 Be all my added life employed Thy image in my soul to see; Fill with thyself the mighty void; Enlarge my heart to compass thee. 5 Come then, my hope, my life, my Lord, And fix in me thy lasting home! Be mindful of thy gracious word; Thou, with thy promised Father, come! 470 Ely. L.M. 1 SHRINKING from the cold hand of death, I too shall gather up my feet; Shall soon resign this fleeting breath, And die, my father's God to meet. 2 Numbered among thy people, I Expect with joy thy face to see; Because thou didst for sinners die, Jesus, in death, remember me! 30 that without a lingering groan I may the welcome word receive; My body with my charge lay down, And cease at once to work and live! 367 VISITATION OF THE SICK. 471 Ely. ( L.M. 1 WHEN on the margin of the grave, Why did I doubt my Saviour's art? Ah! why mistrust his will to save? What meant that faltering of my heart? 2 T was not the searching pain within That filled my coward flesh with fear, Nor consciousness of outward sin, Nor sense of dissolution near. A 3 Of hope I felt no joyful ground, The fruit of righteousness alone; Naked of Christ my soul I found, And started from a God unknown. 4 Corrupt my will, nor half subdued, Could I his purer Presence bear? Unchanged, unhallowed, unrenewed, Could I before his face appear? 5 Father of mercies, hear my call! Ere yet returns the fatal hour, Repair my loss, retrieve my fall, And raise me by thy quickening power. 6 My nature re- exchange for thine; Be thou my life, my hope, my gain; Arm me in panoply divine, And death shall shake his dart in vain. 472 Ely. L.M. 1 THOU Lamb of God, thou Prince of Peace' For thee my thirsty soul doth pine; My longing heart implores thy grace; Oh, make me in thy likeness shine! 2 With fraudless, even, humble mind, Thy will in all things may I see; In love be every wish resigned, And hallowed my whole heart to thee. 368 VISITATION OF THE SICK. 3 When pain o'er my weak flesh prevails, With lamb- like patience arm my breast; When grief my wounded soul assails, In lowly meekness may I rest. bek 4 Close by thy side still may I keep, Howe'er life's various current flow; With stedfast eye mark every step, And follow thee where'er thou go. 5 Thou, Lord, the dreadful fight has won, Alone thou hast the wine- press trod: In me thy strength'ning grace be shown, Oh, may I conquer through thy blood! 6 So, when on Sion thou shalt stand, And all heaven's host adore their King, Shall I be found at thy right hand, And free from pain, thy glories sing. L.M. 473 Ely. 1 ARM of the Lord, awake! awake! Thine own immortal strength put on! With terror clothed hell's kingdom shake, And cast thy foes with fury down! 2 As in the ancient days, appear; The sacred annals speak thy fame! Be now omnipotently near, To endless ages still the same. 3 Thy arm, Lord, is not shortened now; It wants not now the power to save; Still present with thy people, thou Bear'st them through life's disparted wave. 4 By death and hell pursued in vain, To thee the ransomed seed shall come; Singing, their heavenly Sion gain, And pass through death triumphant home. R 2 369 VISITATION OF THE SICK. 5 The pain of life shall there be o'er, The anguish and distracting care; There sighing grief shall weep no more, And sin shall never enter there. 6 Where pure essential joy is found, The Lord's redeemed their heads shall raise, With everlasting gladness crowned, And filled with love, and lost in praise. L.M. 474 Ely. The dying Malefactor's Prayer. 1 ОH, thou that hangedst on a tree, Our curse and sufferings to remove, Pity the souls that look to thee, And save us by thy dying love. 2 Canst thou reject our dying prayer, Or cast us out who come to thee? Our sins, ah! wherefore didst thou bear? Jesus, remember Calvary. 3 For us wast thou not lifted up? For us a bleeding victim made? That we, the abjects we, might hope, Thou hast for all a ransom paid. 4 Oh, might we, with believing eyes, Thee in thy bloody vesture see; And cast us on thy sacrifice! Jesus, my Lord, remember me. 475 Bremen. 1 SAVIOUR of all, what hast thou done, What hast thou suffered on the tree, Why didst thou groan thy mortal groan, Obedient unto death for me? The mystery of thy passion show, The end of all thy griefs below. 370 8's. VISITATION OF THE SICK. 2 Thy soul, for sin an offering made, Hath cleared this guilty soul of mine; Thou hast for me a ransom paid, To change my human to divineTo cleanse from all iniquity, And make the sinner all like thee. 3 Pardon, and grace, and heaven to buy, My bleeding SACRIFICE expired: But didst thou not my PATTERN die, That, by thy glorious Spirit fired, Faithful to death I might endure, And make the crown eternal sure? 4 Thou didst the meek example leave That I might in thy footsteps tread; Might like the Man of Sorrows grieve, And groan and bow with thee my head; Thy dying in my body bear, And all thy state of sufferings share. 5 Thy every suffering servant, Lord, Shall as his perfect Master be; To all thy inward life restored, And outwardly conformed to thee; Out of thy grave the saint shall rise, And grasp, through death, the glorious prize! 6 This is the straight and royal way, That leads us to the courts above; Here let me ever, ever stay, Till, on the wings of perfect love, I take my last triumphant flight From Calvary's to Sion's height. 176 Bremen. 1 THOU, Lord, on whom I still depend, Shalt keep me faithful to the end: 8's. 371 VISITATION OF THE SICK. I trust thy truth, and love, and power, Shall save me to the latest hour; And when I lay this body down, do Reward with an immortal crown. 2 Jesus, in thy great Name I go To conquer death, my final foe! And when I quit this cumbrous clay, And soar on angel's wings away, My soul the second death defies, And reigns eternal in the skies. 3 Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard, What Christ hath for his saints prepared, Who conquer through their Saviour's might Who rise into perfection's height, And trample death beneath their feet, And gladly die their Lord to meet. 4 Dost thou desire to know and see What thy mysterious name shall be? Contending for thy heavenly home, Thy latest foe in death o'ercome! Till then thou searchest out in vain What only conquest can explain. 477 Bremen. 8's. 1 PEACE! doubting heart; my God's I am! Who formed me man, forbids my fear: The Lord hath called me by my name; The Lord protects, for ever near; His blood for me did once atone, And still he loves and guards his own. 2 When passing through the watery deep, I ask in faith his promised aid, The waves an awful distance keep, And shrink from my devoted head; Fearless their violence I dare; They cannot harm, for God is there! 372 VISITATION OF THE SICK. 3 To him mine eye of faith I turn, And through the fire pursue my way; The fire forgets its power to burn, The lambent flames around me play; I own his power, accept the sign, And sing to prove the Saviour mine. 4 Still nigh me, O my Saviour, stand! And guard in fierce temptation's hour, Hide in the hollow of thy hand; Show forth in me thy saving power; Still be thy arms my sure defence; Nor earth nor hell shall pluck me thence. 5 Since thou hast bid me come to thee ( Good as thou art, and strong to save), I'll walk o'er life's tempestuous sea, Upborne by the unyielding wave, Dauntless, though rocks of pride be near, And yawning whirlpools of despair. 6 When darkness intercepts the skies, And sorrow's waves around me roll, When high the storms of passion rise, And half o'erwhelm my sinking soul, My soul a sudden calm shall feel, And hear a whisper," Peace; be still!" 7 Though in affliction's furnace tried, Unhurt on snares and death I'll tread; Though sin assail, and hell, thrown wide, Pour all its flames upon mine head, Like Moses' bush, I'll mount the higher, And flourish, unconsumed, in fire. 478 Bremen. 1 JESUS, thou sovereign Lord of all, The same through one eternal day, Attend thy feeblest follower's call, And, oh, instruct us how to pray! 8's. 373 VISITATION OF THE SICK. Pour out the supplicating grace, And stir us up to seek thy face! 2 We cannot think a gracious thought, We cannot feel a good desire, Till thou, who call'dst a world from nought, The power into our hearts inspire; Then let us now Thyself receive, The promised Intercessor give. 3 Jesus, regard the joint complaint Of all thy suffering followers here! And now supply the common want, And send us down the Comforter: The spirit of ceaseless prayer impart, And fix thy Spirit in our heart. 4 Come in thy pleading Spirit down, To us who for thy coming stay; Of all thy gifts we ask but one, We ask the constant power to pray: Indulge us, Lord, in this request, Thou wilt not then deny the rest. 479 Bremen. 1 0 THOU, whose wise paternal love Has brought my active vigour down, Thy choice I thankfully approve, And, prostrate at thy glorious throne, I offer up my life's remains, I choose the state my God ordains. 8's. 2 Cast as a broken vessel by, Thy will I can no longer do, Yet, while a daily death I die, Thy power I may in weakness show; My patience may thy glory raise, My speechless woe proclaim thy praise. 374 VISITATION OF THE SICK. 3 But since without thy Spirit's might Thou knowest I nothing can endure, The help I ask in Jesus' right, The strength he did for me procure, Father, abundantly impart, And arm with love my feeble heart. 4 Oh, let me live, of thee possest, In weakness, weariness, and pain! The anguish of my labouring breast, The daily cross I still sustain, For him that languished on the tree, But lived, before he died, for me. Bremen. 480 8's. A last Prayer. 1 IN age and feebleness extreme, ind Who shall a helpless worm redeem! Jesus, my only hope thou art, Strength of my failing flesh and heart; Oh, could I catch a smile from thee, And drop into eternity! 481 St. John Baptist. 7,6,7,6,7,8,7,6,6,9,5,6,7,5. 1 THOUGH in midst of life we be, Snares of death surround us: Where shall we for succour flee, Lest our foes confound us? To thee alone, our Saviour! We mourn our grievous sin, which hath Stirred the fire of thy fierce wrath: Holy and gracious God! Holy and mighty God! Holy and all- merciful Saviour! Thou eternal God! Save us, Lord, from sinking In the deep and bitter flood: Have mercy, O Lord! 375 2 3 VISITATION OF THE SICK. While in midst of death we see Hell's grim jaws o'ertake us: Who from such distress will free, Who secure will make us? Thou only, Lord, canst do it! It moves thy tender heart to see Our great sin and misery: Holy and gracious God! Holy and mighty God! Holy and all- merciful Saviour! Thou eternal God! Let not hell dismay us With its deep and burning flood: Have mercy, O Lord! Into hell's fierce agony Sin doth headlong drive us: Where shall we for succour flee, Who, oh! who will hide us? Thou only, blessed Saviour; Thy precious blood was shed to win Peace and pardon for our sin: Holy and gracious God! Holy and mighty God! Holy and all- merciful Saviour! Let us not, we pray, From the true faith's comfort Fall in our last need away: Have mercy, O Lord! 482 1 MINE hour appointed is at hand, Lord Jesus Christ! attend me; Beside my bed, my Saviour, stand, To comfort, help, defend me: 376 Dettingen. 8,7,8,7,8,8,7. VISITATION OF THE SICK. Into thy hands I will commend My trembling soul at my last end ,How safe in thy sweet keeping! 2 Countless as sands upon the shore, My sins are thronging round me; But though they grieve and wound me sore, They cannot yet confound me: My sins are numberless, I know, But o'er them all thy blood doth flow, Thy wounds and death uphold me. 3 Lord, thou hast joined my soul to thine, In bonds no power can sever; Grafted in thee, the living Vine, I shall be thine for ever: Lord, when I die, I die to thee, Thy precious death hath won for me A life that never endeth. 4 Since thou hast risen from the grave, The grave cannot detain me: " Christ died,"" Christ rose again" to save, These words shall still sustain me; For where thou art, there I shall be, That I may ever live with thee: This is my joy in dying. 5 To thee, Lord Jesu Christ, I will With arms outstretched betake me; I sleep in thee- so sound- so still, No mortal man can wake me! For Jesus Christ, God's Son, I wait To open me the heavenly gate, Which leads to life eternal. 377 THE FUTURE STATE. The Future State. Coburg. 483 1 HARK! a voice divides the sky, Happy are the faithful dead! In the Lord who sweetly die, They from all their toils are freed. Them the Spirit hath declared Blest, unutterably blest: Jesus is their great Reward, Jesus is their endless Rest. D. 7's. 2 Followed by their works, they go Where their Head hath gone before; Reconciled by grace below, Grace had opened Mercy's door; Justified through faith alone, Here they knew their sins forgiven; Here they laid their burden down, Hallowed and made meet for heaven. 3 Who can now lament the lot Of a saint in Christ deceased! Let the world, who know us not, Call us hopeless and unblest: When from flesh the spirit freed, Hastens homeward to return, Mortals cry," A man is dead!" Angels sing," A child is born!" 4 Born into the world above, They our happy brother greet; Bear him to the throne of Love, Place him at the Saviour's feet: Jesus smiles, and says," Well done, Good and faithful servant thou; Enter, and receive thy crown; Reign with me triumphant now." 378 THE FUTURE STATE. 5 Angels catch th' approving sound, Bow, and bless the just award; Hail the heir with glory crowned, Now rejoicing with his Lord: Fuller joys ordained to know, Waiting for the general doom, When th' Archangel's trump shall blow, " Rise, ye dead, to judgment come." Coburg. D. 7's. 484 1 WHAT are these arrayed in white Brighter than the noon- day sun? Foremost of the sons of light, Nearest the eternal throne! These are they that bore the cross, Nobly for their Master stood; Sufferers in his righteous cause, Followers of their dying God. 2 Out of great distress they came, Washed their robes by faith below In the blood of yonder Lamb, Blood that washes white as snow: Therefore are they next the throne, Serve their Maker day and night: God resides among his own, God doth in his saints delight. 3 More than conquerors at last, Here they find their trials o'er; They have all their sufferings past, Hunger now and thirst no more: No excessive heat they feel From the sun's directer ray; In a milder clime they dwell, Region of eternal day. 4 They with Him shall ever reign, Them the Lamb shall always feed, 379 THE FUTURE STATE. With the tree of life sustain, To the living fountains lead: wolf He shall all their sorrows chase, All their wants at once remove, Wipe the tears from every face, Fill up every soul with love. Coburg. 485 1 HOLY, holy, holy Lord, God the Father, and the Word, God the Comforter, receive Blessings more than we can give; Mixed with those beyond the sky, Chanters to the Lord Most High, We our hearts and voices raise, Echoing thy eternal praise. D. 7's. 2 One, inexplicably Three, One, in simplest Unity, God, incline thy gracious ear, 000 Us, thy lisping creatures, hear! Thee while man, the earth- born, sings, Angels shrink within their wings; Prostrate Seraphim above Breathe unutterable love. 3 Happy they who never rest, With thy heavenly presence blest! They the heights of glory see, Sound the depths of Deity! Fain with them our souls would vie, Sink as low, and mount as high; Fall o'erwhelmed with love, or soar; Sing, or silently adore! 486 Gotha. 1 HAPPY soul, thy days are ended, All thy mourning days below: 380 8,7,8,7 THE FUTURE STATE. Go, by angel guards attended, To the sight of Jesus, go! 2 Waiting to receive thy spirit, Lo! the Saviour stands above; Shows the purchase of his merit, Reaches out the crown of love. 3 Struggle through thy latest passion To thy dear Redeemer's breast, To his uttermost salvation, I To his everlasting rest. 4 For the joy he sets before thee, Bear a momentary pain; Die, to live the life of glory, Suffer, with thy Lord to reign. St. Simon's. D.C.M. 487 1 COME, let us join our friends above That have obtained the prize, And on the eagle wings of love To joys celestial rise: Let all the saints terrestrial sing, With those to glory gone; For all the servants of our King, In earth and heaven, are one. 2 One family we dwell in him, One church above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream, of death: One army of the living God, To his command we bow; Part of his host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now. 3 Ten thousand to their endless home This solemn moment fly; And we are to the margin come, And we expect to die: 381 THE FUTURE STATE. His militant embodied host, do With wistful looks we stand, And long to see that happy coast, We And reach the heavenly hand. 4 Our old companions in distress We haste again to see, And eager long for our release, And full felicity: Even now by faith we join our hands With those that went before; And greet the blood- besprinkled bands On the eternal shore. 5 Our spirits too shall quickly join, Like theirs with glory crowned, And shout to see our Captain's sign, To hear his trumpet sound. Lord Jesus! be our constant guide! Then, when the word is given, Bid death's cold flood its waves divide, And land us safe in heaven. 488 St. Simon's. 1 AND let this feeble body fail, And let it droop and die; My soul shall quit the mournful vale, And soar to worlds on high; Shall join the disembodied saints, And find its long- sought rest ( That only bliss for which it pants), In my Redeemer's breast. D.C.M. 2 In hope of that immortal crown, I now the cross sustain, And gladly wander up and down, And smile at toil and pain: 382 THE FUTURE STATE. I suffer out my three- score years, Till my Deliverer come, ad And wipe away his servant's tears, And take his exile home. 3 Surely he will not long delay: I hear his Spirit cry, " Arise, my love, make haste away! Go, get thee up and die. O'er death, who now has lost his sting, I give thee victory; And with me my reward I bring, I bring my heaven for thee." PART II. 4 Oh, what hath Jesus bought for me! Before my ravished eyes Rivers of life divine I see, And trees of paradise: They flourish in perpetual bloom, Fruit every month they give! And to the healing leaves who come, Eternally shall live. 5 I see a world of spirits bright, Who reap the pleasures there: They all are robed in purest white, And conquering palms they bear: Adorned by their Redeemer's grace, They close pursue the Lamb; And every shining front displays Th' unutterable name. 6 They drink the vivifying stream, They pluck th' ambrosial fruit, And each records the praise of Him Who tuned his golden lute: 383 THE FUTURE STATE. At once they strike th' harmonious wire, And hymn the great Three- One: He hears; he smiles, and all the choir Fall down before his throne. A 7 Oh, what are all my sufferings here, If, Lord, thou count me meet With that enraptured host t' appear, And worship at thy feet! Give joy or grief, give ease or pain, Take life or friends away: 2 I come, to find them all again In that eternal day. 489 1 Croft's 148th. YE virgin souls, arise, With all the dead awake! Unto salvation wise, Oil in your vessels take: Upstarting at the midnight cry, " Behold the heavenly Bridegroom nigh!" He comes, he comes, to call The nations to his bar, And raise to glory all Who fit for glory are: Made ready for your full reward, Go forth with joy to meet your Lord. 3 381 Go, meet him in the sky, Your everlasting Friend: Your Head to glorify, 6,6,6,6,8,8. With all his saints ascend: Ye pure in heart, obtain the grace To see, without a veil, his face! 4 Ye that have here received The unction from above, And in his Spirit lived, Obedient to his love, 5 6 THE FUTURE STATE. Jesus shall claim you for his bride; Rejoice with all the sanctified. Rejoice, in glorious hope Of that great day unknown, When you shall be caught up To stand before his throne, Called to partake the marriage feast, And lean on our Immanuel's breast. Then let us wait to hear The trumpet's welcome sound; To see our Lord appear, May we be watching found; Enrobed in righteousness divine, In which the bride shall ever shine! 490 St. Jude's. 1 How happy are the little flock, Who, safe beneath their guardian rock, In all commotions rest! 8,8,6,8,8,6. When war's and tumult's waves run high, Unmoved above the storm they lie, They lodge in Jesu's breast. 2 Such happiness, O Lord, have we, By mercy gathered into thee, Before the floods descend: And while the bursting cloud comes down, We mark the vengeful day begun, And calmly wait the end. 3 The plague, and dearth, and din of war, Our Saviour's swift approach declare, And bid our hearts arise: Earth's basis shook confirms our hope; Its cities' fall but lifts us up, To meet thee in the skies. S 385 THE FUTURE STATE. 4 Thy tokens we with joy confess; The war proclaims the Prince of Peace; The earthquake speaks thy power; The famine all thy fulness brings; The plague presents thy healing wings, And Nature's final hour. 5 Whatever ills the world befall, A pledge of endless good we call, A sign of Jesus near; His chariot will not long delay; We hear the distant wheels, and pray, Triumphant Lord, appear. 6 Appear with clouds on Sion's hill, The word and mystery to fulfil, Confessors to approve; Thy members on thy throne to place, And stamp thy name on every face, In glorious, heavenly love. 491 St. Jude's. 8,8,6,8,8,6. 1 BEYOND the bounds of time and space, Look forward to that heavenly place, The saints' secure abode; On faith's strong eagle pinions rise, And force your passage to the skies, And scale the mount of God. 2 Who suffer with our Master here, We shall before his face appear, And by his side sit down; To patient faith the prize is sure, And all that to the end endure The cross, shall wear the crown. 3 Thrice blessed, bliss- inspiring hope! It lifts the fainting spirits up, It brings to life the dead: 386 THE FUTURE STATE. Our conflicts here shall soon be past, And you and I ascend at last, Triumphant with our Head. 4 That great mysterious Deityjo We soon with open face shall see; The beatific sight [ praise, Shall fill heaven's sounding courts with And wide diffuse the golden blaze Of everlasting light. 5 The Father shining on his throne, The glorious co- eternal Son, The Spirit, one and seven, Conspire our rapture to complete; And lo! we fall before his feet, And silence heightens heaven. 6 In hope of that ecstatic pause, Jesus, we now sustain the cross, And at thy footstool fall; Till thou our hidden life reveal, Till thou our ravished spirits fill, And God is All in All! 492 St. Barnabas'. 7,6,7,6,7,7,7,6. 1 HEARKEN to the solemn voice, The awful midnight cry; Waiting souls, rejoice, rejoice, And see the Bridegroom nigh! Lo! he comes to keep his word, Light and joy his looks impart; Go ye forth to meet your Lord, And meet him in your heart. 2 Ye who faint beneath the load Of sin, your heads lift up; See your great redeeming God, He comes, and bids you hope; 387 THE FUTURE STATE. In the midnight of your grief, 0 Jesus doth his mourners cheer; Lo! he brings you sure relief, Believe, and feel him here! A 3 Ye whose loins are girt, stand fortli, Whose lamps are burning bright; Worthy in your Saviour's worth, To walk with him in white: Jesus bids your hearts be clean, Bids you all his promise prove; Jesus comes to cast out sin, And perfect you in love. 4 Wait we all in patient hope, Till Christ, the Judge, shall come; We shall quickly be caught up To meet the general doom; In an hour to us unknown, As a thief in deepest night, Christ shall suddenly come down, With all his saints in light. 5 Happy he whom Christ shall find Watching to see him come; Him the Judge of all mankind Shall bear triumphant home: Who can answer to his word? Which of you dares meet his day? " Rise, and come to judgment!"- Lord, We rise, and come away. 388 MISSIONS. Missions. 493 St. Barnabas'. 7,6,7,6,7,7,7,6. Deth 1 SAVIOUR, whom our hearts adore, To bless our earth again, Now assume thy royal power, And o'er the nations reign. Christ, the world's desire and hope, Power complete to thee is given, Set the last great empire up, Eternal Lord of heaven. 2 Where they all thy laws have spurned, Thy holiest name profaned, Where the ruined world hath mourned With blood of millions stained; Open there the ethereal scene, Claim the heathen tribes for thine; There the endless reign begin With majesty divine. 3 Universal Saviour, thou Wilt all thy creatures bless; Every knee to thee shall bow, And every tongue confess: None shall in thy mount destroy; War shall then be learnt no more; Saints shall their great King enjoy, And all mankind adore. $ 389 Different Circumstances in Life. French At a Meeting. 1 SEE, Jesus, thy disciples see, The promised blessing give! Met in thy Name, we look to thee, Expecting to receive. 494 2 Thee we expect, our faithful Lord, Who in thy name are joined; We wait, according to thy word, Thee in the midst to find. 3 With us thou art assembled here; But, oh, thyself reveal! Son of the living God, appear! Let us thy presence feel. French. For Parents. 1 GOD only wise, almighty, good, Send forth thy truth and light, To point us out the narrow road, And guide our steps aright: 495 C.M bould di C.M. 2 To steer our dangerous course between The rocks on either hand; And fix us in the golden mean, And bring our charge to land. 3 Made apt, by thy sufficient grace, To teach as taught by thee, We come to train in all thy ways Our rising progeny: 390 4 Their selfish will in time subdue, And mortify their pride; And lend their youth a sacred clue To find the Crucified. DIFFERENT CIRCUMSTANCES IN LIFE. 5 We would in every step look up; By thy example taught To alarm their fear, excite their hope, And rectify their thought. A 6 We would persuade their hearts t' obey; With mildest zeal proceed; And never take the harsher way, When love will do the deed. 7 For this we ask, in faith sincere, The wisdom from above, yOT To touch their hearts with filial fear, And pure ingenuous love: 8 To watch their will, to sense inclined; Withhold their hurtful food; And gently bend the tender mind, And draw their souls to God. C.M. 496 French. For Travellers. 1 THOU, Lord, hast blest my going out, Oh, bless my coming in! Compass my weakness round about, And keep me safe from sin. 2 Still hide me in thy secret place, Thy tabernacle spread; Shelter me with preserving grace, And screen my naked head. 3 To thee for refuge may I run, From sin's alluring snare; Ready its first approach to shun, And watching unto prayer. 4 Oh, that I never, never more Might from thy ways depart! Here let me give my wanderings o'er, By giving thee my heart. 391 DIFFERENT CIRCUMSTANCES IN LIFE. 5 Fix my new heart on things above, And then from earth release; I ask not life, but let me love, And lay me down in peace. 497 French. For Servants. 1 SERVANT of all, to toil for man Thou didst not, Lord, refuse; 1 Thy majesty did not disdain To be employed for us! 2 Thy bright example I pursue, To thee in all things rise; And all I think, or speak, or do, Is one great sacrifice. C.M. 3 Careless through outward cares I go, From all distraction free; My hands are but engaged below, My heart is still with thee. 80% 498 Inspruck. For Masters. 1 I AND my house will serve the Lord: But first obedient to his word I must myself appear; By actions, words, and tempers show That I my heavenly Master know, And serve with heart sincere. 392 8,8,6,8,8,6. 2 I must the fair example set; From those that on my pleasure wait The stumbling- block remove;& Their duty by my life explain; And still in all my works maintain The dignity of love. ACCESSION. 3 Easy to be entreated, mild, Quickly appeased and reconciled, A follower of my God, A saint indeed I long to be, And lead my faithful family In the celestial road. 4 Lord, if thou didst the wish infuse, A vessel fitted for thy use Into thy hands receive! Work in me both to will and do; And show them how believers true And real Christians live. Arression. 499 Inspruck. 8,8,6,8,8,6. 1 LORD, thou hast bid thy people pray For all that bear the sovereign sway, And thy vicegerents reign ,Rulers, and governors, and powers; And, lo, in faith we pray for ours, Nor can we pray in vain. 2 Cover his enemies with shame, Defeat their every hostile aim, Their baffled hopes destroy: But shower on him thy blessings down, Crown him with grace, with glory crown, And everlasting joy. 3 To hoary hairs be thou his God; Late may he reach that high abode, Late to his heaven remove: s 2 393 MORNING AND EVENING. Of virtues full, and happy days, Accounted worthy by thy grace To fill a throne above. 2 4 Secure us, of his royal race, A man to stand before thy face, And exercise thy power: With wealth, prosperity, and peace, Our nation and our churches bless, Till time shall be no more. 500 1 Morning and Evening. Franconia. 5,5,5,5,10,11,11,10. EVENING and morning, Sunset and dawning, Wealth, peace, and gladness, Comfort in sadness, These are thy works, all the glory be thine: Times without number, Awake, or in slumber, Thine eye observes us, From danger preserves us, Causing thy mercy upon us to shine. All here is dying, Groaning and sighing; God does not alter, Nor his word falter, Built, like his will, on immutable ground, His love remaineth, His grace never waneth, Soothing and healing The pains we are feeling, Keeping us now and eternally sound. 394 3 4 5 6 MORNING AND EVENING. Father, oh, hear me, Pardon and spare me, Quench all my terrors, Blot out my errors, [ scanned. That by thine eyes they may no more be Order my goings, Direct all my doings, As it may please thee, Retain or release me, All I commit to thy fatherly hand. Wilt thou, to try me, With all supply me Nature requireth, Or heart desireth, Whisper this counsel of love in my breast, " God is the greatest, The fairest, the sweetest, God is the purest, The truest, the surest, And of all treasures the noblest and best." Or shouldst thou give me Wormwood to grieve me, Griefs to distress me, Burdens to press me, Welcome whatever thy Word hath decreed. My kind Physician, Knows well my condition, That which will hurt me, Or heal and convert me; God will not chasten us more than we need. Griefs of God's sending, All have an ending; Clouds may be pouring, [ past: Wind and wave roaring, Sunshine will come when the tempest has 395 MORNING AND EVENING. Joys still increasing, And peace never ceasing, Faith lost in vision, bain And hope in fruition, o toll These are the joys which I look for at last. 8,7,8,7,7,7. 501 St. Asaph. 1 GOD, who madest earth and heaven, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Who the day and night hast given, Sun, and moon, and starry host; Whose strong hand the world sustains, And whatever it contains. 2 For the night which now has ended, God, I thank thee from my heart; Thou hast watched me and defended From all danger, grief, and smart; And from him who, night and day, Seeks to make soul his prey. my 3 From my many sins relieve me, Let their night with this night cease; Jesus, let thy wounds receive me, There alone can I find peace; Balm for every wound that bleeds, Everything a sinner needs. PART II. 4 Help me, that I may this morning In the Spirit also rise; And my soul with grace adorning, Lord, prepare it in such wise, 120 That I may, without dismay, Look for thy great Judgment-day.com. 396 MORNING AND EVENING. 5 Lead me, and direct my doings By thy holy word and will; hna Order all my ways and goings, Keep me, Lord, this day, from ill; Nowhere else, except with thee, Can I safely guarded be. 6 Lying down, awake, and sleeping, Soul and body, heart and mind, I commit to thy safe keeping, Great Preserver of mankind! Lord, my glory, whose I am, Fold and guard thy poor stray lamb! 502 1 Wells. 7,8,7,8,7,3. COME, thou bright and morning star, Light of light, without beginning, 2 Shine upon us from afar, That we may be kept from sinning; Drive away by thy clear light Our dark night. Let thy grace, like morning dew Falling upon barren places, Comfort, quicken, and renew Our dry souls and dying graces; Bless thy flock from thy rich store, Evermore. 3 May thy fervent love destroy Our cold works, in us awaking Ardent zeal, and holy joy, At the purple morn's first breaking: Let us truly rise, ere yet Life has set. S 397 4 MORNING AND EVENING. 1 Ah! thou Day- star from on high, Grant that at thy next appearing, We, who in the grave do lie, May arise, thy summons hearing; And rejoice in our new life, Far from strife. 5 Light us to those heavenly spheres, Sun of Grace, in glory shrouded; Lead us through this vale of tears, To the land where days unclouded, Purest joy, and perfect peace, Never cease. 503 Cassel. 1 OMNIPRESENT God! whose aid No one ever asked in vain, Be this night about my bed, Every evil thought restrain; Lay thy hand upon my soul, God of my unguarded hours! All my enemies control, Hell, and earth, and nature's powers. 20 thou jealous God, come down, God of spotless purity! Claim and seize me for thy own, Consecrate my heart to thee; Under thy protection take; Songs in the night season give, Let me sleep to thee, and wake, Let me die to thee, and live. 3 Loose me from the chains of sense, Set me from the body free; Draw with stronger influence My unfettered soul to thee: 398 7's. MORNING AND EVENING. In me, Lord, thyself reveal, Fill me with a sweet surprise, Let me thee, when waking, feel, Let me in thy image rise. 504 1 2 3 4 Minden. 4,4,7,7,6. 5 THE day is gone, And left alone, ered W I long for that blest morrow, Which shall set me wholly free From all care and sorrow. The night is here, Oh! be thou near, With thy bright lamp, O Jesus; From the night of sin and death Speedily release us. The sweet sunlight Fades from my sight; Eternal, uncreated GOG Sun, break forth, and shine on me, Who so long have waited. Whate'er doth move, Below, above, Now from its work reposes; Show me, Lord, thy work in me, Ere mine eyelid closes. PART II. When shall the day Abide alway, By night no more succeeded? When the day of days arise, Where no sun is needed? 399 6 8 MORNING AND EVENING. To Salem, then, No more again Her sunlight shall be missing; For the Lamb shall be her light, Her eternal blessing. Oh! were I there! Where all the air With lovely sounds is ringing; Where the saints are evermore Holy, Holy, singing! 400 Jesu, my Rest! Thou ever blest! Oh! help my poor endeavour! Let me, in thy glorious light, erg Shine before thee ever! 505 St. Bartholomewo's. 1 FATHER! by thy love and power Comes again the evening hour: Light has vanished, labours cease, Weary creatures rest in peace. Thou, whose genial dews distil On the lowliest weed that grows, Father! guard our couch from ill, Lull thy creatures to repose: We to thee ourselves resign; Let our latest thoughts be thine! P.M. 2 Saviour! to thy Father bear This our feeble evening prayer: Thou hast seen how oft to- day We like sheep have gone astray; Worldly thoughts, and thoughts of pride, Wishes to thy cross untrue, MORNING AND EVENING. Secret faults, and undescried, Meet thy spirit- piercing view. Blessed Saviour! yet through thee o Pray that these may pardoned be. bad de e 3 Holy Spirit! breath of balm! Fall on us in evening's calm: Yet awhile, before we sleep, We with thee will vigils keep: Lead us on our sins to muse, Give us truest penitence; Then the love of God infuse, Breathing humble confidence Melt our spirits, mould our will, Soften, strengthen, comfort, still! W I 4 Blessed Trinity! be near Through the hours of darkness drear When the help of man is far, Ye more clearly present are: Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Watch o'er our defenceless head, Let thy angels' guardian host Keep all evil from our bed, Till the flood of morning rays Wakes us to a song of praise. 506 Coblentz. 1 ОH, what precious balm and healing, Jesus, in thy wounds I find! Every hour that I am feeling Pains of body and of mind: Should some evil thought rush in, 8,7,8,7,7,7,8,7. And provoke my soul to sin, Thoughts of thy deep wounds, from sinning Keep me in its first beginning. 401 MORNING AND EVENING. 2 Should some lust or sharp temptation Prove too strong for flesh and blood, Lo! I think upon thy passion, And the breach is soon made good: Or should Satan press me hard, Thinking I am off my guard, Christ, I say, for me was wounded, And the tempter flees confounded. 3 If the world my heart entices On the broad and easy road, And doth by its gay devices Silence every thought of God, When the heavy load I see Which, dear Lord, was laid on thee, I can still each wild emotion, Calm and blest in my devotion. 4 Yes, whate'er may pain or grieve me, Thy dear wounds can make me whole, When my heart sinks, they revive me, Life pours in upon my soul: May thy comfort render sweet Every bitter cup I meet; Thou who by thy death and passion Hast procured my soul's salvation. PART II. 5 LORD, on thee alone I stay me, Safely hide beneath thy wing; Death can neither hurt nor slay me, Thy death took away his sting: That I may in thee have part, Comfort, strengthen, heal my heart; Light, and life, and love bestowing, All from thy free mercy flowing. 402 MORNING AND EVENING. 6 Well of life, if thou art nigh me, Springing deep within my heart, When the last dread hour shall try me, I can feel no inward smart: If I hide myself in thee, Not a foe can injure me; He shall overcome who hideth In thy wounds, and there abideth.ed 8,8,8,8,8,8. 507 Bremen. 1 WHEN quiet in my house I sit, Thy book be my companion still: My joy, thy sayings to repeat, Talk o'er the records of thy will, And search the oracles divine, Till every heart- felt word be mine. 2 Oh, may the gracious words divine, Subject of all my converse be; So will the Lord his follower join, And walk and talk himself with me; So shall my heart his presence prove, And burn with everlasting love. 3 Oft as I lay me down to rest, Oh, may the reconciling word Sweetly compose my weary breast! While on the bosom of my Lord, I sink in blissful dreams away, And visions of eternal day. 4 Rising to sing my Saviour's praise, Thee may I publish all day long; And let thy precious word of grace Flow from my heart, and fill my tongue; Fill all my life with purest love, And join me to the church above. 403 EVE OF THE NEW YEAR. Eve of the New Year. 508 Bremen. 1 How many pass this solemn night In revellings and frantic mirth! The creature is their sole delight, 8,8,8,8,8,8 Their happiness the things of earth; For us suffice the season past; We choose the better part at last. 2 We will not close our wakeful eyes, We will not let our eyelids sleep, But humbly lift them to the skies, And all a solemn vigil keep; So many years on sin bestowed. Can we not watch one night for God? 3 We can, O Jesus, for thy sake, Devote our every hour to thee; Speak but the word, our souls shall wake, And sing with cheerful melody: Thy praise shall our glad tongues employ, And every heart shall dance for joy. 4 Stand in the midst of us, O King 0 Of saints, and make our joys abound; Let us exult, give thanks, and sing, And triumph in redemption found: We ask for every waiting soul, Oh, let our glorious joy be full! 5 Oh! may we all triumphant rise, With joy upon our heads return, And far above those nether skies, By thee on eagles' wings upborne, Through all yon radiant circles move, And gain the heaven of highest love! 404 3 EVE OF THE NEW YEAR. 8,8,8,8,8,8. 509 Bremen. 1 VICTIM Divine, thy grace we claim, While thus thy precious death we show: Once offered up a spotless Lamb, In thy great temple here below, Thou didst for all mankind atone, And standest now before the throne. 2 Thou standest in the holy place, As now for guilty sinners slain; The blood of sprinkling speaks, and prays, All- prevalent for helpless man: Thy blood is still our ransom found, And speaks salvation all around. 3 The smoke of thy atonement here Darkened the sun, and rent the veil, Made the new way to heaven appear, And showed the great Invisible: Well pleased in thee, our God looked down, And calls his rebels to a crown. 4 He still respects thy Sacrifice; Its savour sweet doth always please; The offering smokes through earth and skies, .Diffusing life, and joy, and peace; To these, thy lower courts, it comes, And fills them with divine perfumes. 5 We need not now go up to heaven, To bring the long- sought Saviour down; Thou art to all already given, Thou dost even now thy banquet crown: To every faithful soul appear, And show thy real presence here! 105 EVE OF THE NEW YEAR. 510 Old 104th. P.M. 1 THE chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll on fire, As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his ire: Self- moving, it drives- on its pathway of cloud, And the heavens with the burden of Godhead are bowed. 2 The glory! the glory! by myriads are poured, The hosts of the angels to wait on their Lord: And the glorified saints and the martyrs are there, And all who the palm- wreath of victory wear 3 The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard; Lo! the depths of the stone- covered charnel are stirred: From the sea, from the land, from the south and the north, The vast generations of men are come forth. 4 The judgment! the judgment! the thrones are all set, Where the Lamb and the white- vested Elders are met! All flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord, And the doom of eternity hangs on his word! 5 Oh Saviour! our Saviour! look down from above, On us who await thee in faith and in love! When beneath to their darkness the wicked are driven, May our sanctified souls find a mansion in heaven! 406 I. II. III. IV. Dorologies. GIVE God the Father praise, Glory to God the Son; To God, the Spirit of all grace, Be equal honour done. S.M. C.M. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, is now, And shall be evermore. To God, the Father, Son, And Spirit ever blest, Eternal Three in One, IMMORTAL honour, endless fame, Ascribe to God the Father's name; Let God the Son be glorified, Who for lost men's redemption died; And equal adoration be, O God the Spirit, paid to thee! 8's. 6,6,6,6,8,8. All worship be addressed; Let ceaseless praise to God be given, By all in earth, and all in heaven. 407 V. VI. DOXOLOGIES. VII. BY Angels in heaven, Of every degree, And saints upon earth, All praise be addressed, To God in Three Persons One God ever blessed, As it has been, now is, And ever shall be. P.M. 7's. PRAISE the name of God most high, Praise him, all below the sky; Praise him, all ye heavenly host, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. L.M. PRAISE God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. VIII. D. 8,7. 1 MAY the grace of Christ our Saviour, And the Father's boundless love, With the Holy Spirit's favour, 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 cannot afford. IX. HOLY, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, which was, and is, and is to come! Rev. iv. 8. X. It is very meet, right, and our bounden duty, that we should at all times, and in all places. 408 DOXOLOGIES. give thanks unto thee, O Lord, Holy Father, Almighty, Everlasting God. THEREFORE with Angels and Archangels, and with all the company of heaven, we laud and magnify thy glorious Name; evermore praising thee, and saying, Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of hosts; heaven and earth are full of thy glory; Glory be to thee, O Lord most high. AMEN. XI. 1 GLORY be to God on high: and in earth' peace, good will towards men. 2 We praise thee, we bless thee, we' worship thee: we glorify thee, we give thanks to thee for thy great glory. 30 Lord God, heavenly King: God the' Father Al'mighty. 4 O Lord, the only- begotten Son' Jesu Christ: O Lord God, Lamb of God, Son of the Father. 5 That takest away the sins of the world. have' mercy up'on us. 6 Thou that takest away the sins of the world: have' mercy up'on us. 7 Thou that takest away the' sins of the world: re'ceive' our prayer. 8 Thou that sittest at the right hand of God the Father: have mercy up'on us. 9 For thou' only art holy: thou' only' art the Lord; 10 Thou only, O Christ, with the Holy Ghost: art most high in the glory of God the' Father. AMEN. XII. 1 THE four living creatures and four and twenty elders fell down before the Lamb, having every one of them harps, and golden vials full of odours, which are the prayers of saints. T 409 DOXOLOGIES. 2 And they sung a new song, saying, Thou art worthy to take the book, and open the seals thereof: for thou wast slain and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred, and tongue, and people, and nation; 3 And hast made us unto our God kings and priests: and we shall reign on the earth. 4 And I beheld, and I heard the voice of many angels round about the throne, and the living creatures and the elders: and the number of them was ten thousand times ten thousand, and thousands of thousands; 5 Saying with a loud voice, Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honour, and glory, and blessing. 6 And every creature which is in heaven and on the earth, and under the earth, and such as are in the sea, and all that are in them, heard I saying, Blessing, and honour, and glory, and power, be unto him that sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb, for ever and ever. 7 And the four living creatures said, Amen. And the four and twenty elders fell down and worshipped him that liveth for ever and ever. Hallelujah! Rev. v. 8-14. 410 od: ben ond odi INDEX OF HYMNS. According to thy gracious word A charge to keep I have A thousand oracles divine .. Again the day returns of holy rest Again the Lord of life and light Ah! head so pierced and wounded Ah! what avails my strife Ah! whither should I go bih .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ( pt. 2.) All hail the power of Jesu's name.. All other pleas we cast aside All people that on earth do dwell All praise to thee, my God, this night All praise to thee, who safe hast kept( pt. 2.) All praise to thee, whose powerful word All which for my soul is needful And am I only born to die And can it be that I should gain And have I yet by power divine And let our bodies part And let this body fail And live I yet by power divine Angels, from the realms of glory Another six days' work is done Approach, my soul, the mercy- seat Arise, my soul, arise.. Arise, my soul, arise .. Arise, O God! and let thy grace Arm of the Lord! awake! awake! Arm of the Lord! awake! awake! .. .. .. .. .. .. .. NO. 308 31 349 348 95 92 327 63 124 111 334 357 354 465 185 29 430 469 133 488 469 40 338 209 2 103 73 376 473 411 INDEX OF HYMNS. As a Father ne'er removeth As the hart with longing looks As when the weary traveller gains Awake! again the gospel trump is blown Awake, and sing the song .. .. Awake, my soul, and with the sun .. Before Jehovah's awful throne Behold the Lamb of God who bears Behold the mountain of the Lord.. Behold the Saviour of mankind Being of beings! God of love Being of beings! may our praise Beneath our feet, and o'er our head Beset with snares on every hand Be with me, Lord, where'er I go Beyond the bounds of time and space Bless me with blessings from above Blow ye the trumpet, blow Blessed be thy name Blessed be thy name for ever Blest are the pure in heart Blest Lord, the word of mercy give Bound upon th' accursed tree! Bread of the world, in mercy broken.. .. .. .. .. Captain of Israel's host, and guide Captain of our salvation, take Cast on the fidelity Children of the heavenly King.. Christ is our corner- stone .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. NO. ( pt. 3.) 185 ( pt. 2.) 143 264 35 132 354 .. .. Brethren! let us join to bless Bright and joyful is the morn Brightest and best of the sons of the morning .. .. .. 182 ( pt. 2.) 346 322 263 233 491 ( pt. 2.) 463 .. .. Christ is risen .. Christ lay awhile in Death's strong bands Christ the Lord is risen to- day Christ, the Rock on which I build .. Christ, whose glory fills the sky Christians, awake! salute the happy morn Come, all who truly bear.. Come, and let us sweetly join Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.. 412 .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 335 230 268 405 .. 127 165 361 245 289 87 314 60 8 45 146 42 467 248 388 100 104 98 106 49 39 310 99 169 INDEX OF HYMNS Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly dove Come, great Conqueror of the nations Come, Holy Ghost, eternal God Come, Holy Ghost, Lord God, full fill Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire Come, Holy Spirit, calm my mind Come, Holy Spirit, come Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove Come, let us join our cheerful songs Come, let us join our friends above Come, let us who in Christ believe Come, let us use the grace divine Come, my soul, thy suit prepare Come, O thou all- victorious Lord Come, Redeemer, blessed Jesus Come, Saviour, Jesus, from above Come, thou bright and morning star Come, thou high and lofty Lord Come, weary souls, with sin distressed Come, ye that love the Lord Come, ye who love the Lord Commit thou all thy griefs Creator of the rolling flood Creator, Spirit! by whose aid Dread Jehovah! God of nations Dread Sovereign! let my evening song Earth to earth, and dust to dust Equip me for the war Ere another sabbath's close.. Eternal beam of light divine Eternal God! we look to thee Eternal Power! whose high abode Eternal Spirit! source of truth Evening and morning Except the Lord conduct the plan Expand thy wings, celestial dove Extended on a cursed tree .. .. .. .. .. Far from the world, O Lord, I flee Father, by whose love and power.. Father of all, in whom alone .. .. .. .. .. .. 9. .. .. ... .. .. .. .. .. .. NO. 150 54 305 142 303 151 325 140 123 487 457 458 344 226 18 438 502 6 232 429 102 184 293 145 364 360 101 427 343 219 225 189 141 500 422 147 402 449 505 174 413 INDEX OF HYMNS. Father, how wide thy glory shines Father of all our mercies, thou Father of all, whose powerful voice Father of eternal grace Father of faithful Abraham, hear Father of heaven, whose love Father of lights, from whom proceeds Father of me and all mankind Father of mercies, in thy word Father of mercies, send thy grace.. Father, Son, and Holy Ghost Father, Son, and Spirit, hear Father, throned on high.. Father, to thee my soul I lift Father, whate'er of earthly bliss For all thy saints, O Lord For ever here my rest shall be.. Forget not what my ransom cost Forgive, O Lord, our wanderings Forth from the dark and stormy sky Forth in thy name, O Lord, I go Fountain of good, to own thy love Fountain of mercy, God of love From all that dwell below the skies From depths of woe I raise to Thee From Egypt's bondage come From every earthly pleasure From Greenland's icy mountains From Jesse's root, behold a branch .. Give me the wings of faith to rise Give to the winds thy fears Glorious things of thee are spoken Glory be to God on high God in his temple let us meet God in the gospel of his Son God moves in a mysterious way God of all grace and majesty God of almighty love.. God of mercy, throned on high God of my life, to thee I call 414 .. NO. 183 .. 227 195 250 43 157 75 167 171 392 460 450 164 207 198 326 307 ( pt. 2.) 36 315 317 439 393 372 337 64 275 296 377 12 277 ( pt. 2.) 184 269 162 341 175 201 447 425 383 262 INDEX OF HYMNS. God of my life, whose gracious power God of my salvation, hear God of our life! thy various praise God only wise, almighty, good.. God reveals his presence God, that madest earth and heaven God, who madest earth and heaven Go to dark Gethsemane.. Gracious Jesu! in thy name Gracious Spirit! love divine Great God! as seasons disappear Great God! to me the sight afford Great God! what do I see and hear Great is our redeeming Lord.. Great Shepherd of thy people, hear Guide us, O thou great Jehovah .. Hail! holy, holy, holy Lord Hail the day that sees him rise Hail! thou once despised Jesus Hail to the Lord's anointed Happy saint, that, free from harms Happy soul, thy days are ended Happy the man that finds the grace Happy the man whose hopes rely Happy the souls to Jesus joined Hark, a voice divides the sky Hark! the herald angels sing Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour Hark! the song of jubilee Hark! the voice of love and mercy Have mercy, Lord, on me Head of the church triumphant Hearken to the solemn voice .. .. .. High in the heavens, eternal God Holy Ghost! whose fire celestial .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. Heaven hath confirmed the great decree Help, Lord, to whom for help I fly High above every name .. .. .. Holy! holy! holy! Lord God Almighty Holy, holy, holy Lord .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ( pt. 2.) .. NO. 468 61 396 495 297 362 501 88 454 153 371 178 27 353 330 160 166 118 136 378 453 486 294 192 267 483 37 379 91 62 271 492 324 423 2 190 270 156 485 415 INDEX OF HYMNS. Holy Lamb! who thee confess Holy Lamb! who thee receive Holy Spirit, from on high Holy Spirit, in my breast Hosanna! raise the pealing hymn Hosanna to the living Lord.. How are thy servants blessed, O Lord How beauteous are their feet How bright appears the morning How do thy mercies close me round How good and pleasant' tis to see How happy are the little flock How long the time since Christ began How lovely is the eastern sky How many pass this solemn night How shall the young secure their hearts.. How sweet the hour of closing day How sweet the name of Jesus sounds.. How swift the torrent rolls I and my house will serve the Lord I hold the sacred book of God.. I thank Thee, uncreated Sun I want the spirit of power within I will sing my Maker's praises If God himself be for me .. In age and feebleness extreme In duty and in suffering too In stature grows the heavenly child In the hour of trial .. .. .. .. .. 78 .. 154 152 .. .. .. 498 176 .. ( pt. 2.) 435 431 185 161 .. .. NO. 452 7 In the sun, and moon, and stars In token that thou shalt not fear Incarnate God! the soul that knows 306 199 Infinite God! thy greatness spanned( pt. 2.) 464 Infinite, unexhausted love 415 202 52 15 442 299 490 223 46 508 173 301 210 321 .. Jerusalem! Jerusalem! enthroned once on high 81 Jerusalem! my happy home 276 309 Jesu! at whose supreme command Jesu! if still thou art to- day Jesu! my God and King 416 2 6 ( pt. 3.) 480 241 286 265 INDEX OF HYMNS. Jesu! my Saviour, Brother, Friend Jesu! Redeemer, Saviour, Lord Jesu! Shepherd of the sheep Jesu! the very thought of Thee Jesu! thy boundless love to me Jesu! thy far extended fame Jesus! and can it ever be Jesus Christ is risen to- day Jesus comes, his conflict over Jesus drinks the bitter cup .. .. .. .. Jesus exalted far on high Jesus! great Shepherd of the sheep Jesus! Lord, thy servants see Jesus! Lord, we look to Thee Jesus, lover of my soul Jesus, my chief pleasure Jesus! my Saviour, let me be Jesus, my strength, my hope Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Jesus! soft, harmonious name.. Jesus, the Conqueror, reigns Jesus, the name high over all Jesus, thou soul of all our joys Jesus, thou Sovereign Lord of all Jesus, thou wounded Lamb of God Jesus, thy blood and righteousness Jesus, where'er thy people meet .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. Leader of faithful souls, and guide Lead us! heavenly Father, lead us! Let earth and heaven agree Let not the wise his wisdom boast Let songs of praises fill the sky Light of life, seraphic fire Light of those whose dreary dwelling Lo! God is here! let us adore .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 3 .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. NO. 437 445 459 413 65 66 218 94 108 134 21 266 455 59 215 436 217 243 17 346 19 Lo! he comes, with clouds descending Lo! I come with joy to do 421 Lo! round the throne, at God's right hand.. 300 Long have we heard the joyful sound 333 Lord, as to thy dear cross we flee 394 .. 375 451 428 414 347 478 67 33 339 251 159 412 231 137 155 417 dismiss refresh INDEX OF HYMNS. us with thy blessing Lord, Lord God, the Holy Ghost.. Lord, I believe a rest remains.. Lord, if judgments now are waking ut Lord, it belongs not to my care Lord, let thy bitter passion. Lord, may the inward abound grace Lord of earth, and air, and sea.. Lord of heaven, earth, and ocean Lord of hosts, to thee we raise Lord of life, the guard and giver Lord of mercy and of might Lord of the harvest, hear .. Lord of the harvest! thee we hail Lord of the sabbath! hear us pray Lord of the wide extended main Lord of the sabbath! thee we praise Lord of the worlds above Lord, teach us how to pray aright Lord, thou hast bid thy people pray Lord, what thy providence denies Lord, when we bend before thy throne Love divine, all love excelling.. Lover of souls! thou well canst prize .. .. Marked as the purpose of the skies Master, Lord, to thee we cry Meet and right it is to sing Mine hour appointed is at hand Most High and Holy Trinity My blessed Saviour, is thy love My dear Redeemer and my Lord My God, and is thy table spread My God, I humbly call thee mine My God, my God, to thee I cry My God, the spring of all my joys My Jesus, whom the Seraph host.. My Saviour, thou thy love to me My soul before thee prostrate lies.. .. .. .. ( pt. 2.) .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ( pt. 2.) NO 350 138 444 55 258 84 41 466 374 345 361 220 53 368 340 464 329 387 253 499 203 254 If 70 48 119 352 482 163 22 74 311 448 208 180 135 65 367 INDEX OF HYMNS. My soul through my Redeemer's care My spirit, Lord, awake Now every morning is the love Not all the blood of beasts. Now begin the heavenly theme Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal Now I have found the ground wherein Now let us join with hearts and tongues.. Now let your notes of praise arise O Almighty God of love Object of my first desire.. O bring to Jehovah your tribute of praise O Christ! our hope, our heart's desire O Christ! the leader of that war O Christ! who hast prepared a place O come, all ye faithful Oh! for a thousand tongues to sing O Fountain eternal of life and of light O God of Bethel! by whose hand O God, our help in ages past .. O God, what offering shall I give O God, who gav'st thy servant grace O happy day, that fixed my choice O heavenly Father, hear our prayer O heavenly King.. O Holy Ghost, into our minds O Jesu, Lord of heavenly grace O Jesu, Lord of heavenly grace O Jesu, source of calm repose O King of earth, and air, and sea.. O King of kings! thy blessing shed O Lord, another day is flown O Lord, my best desire fulfil .. .. O Lord, thy judgments awe the land O Lord, turn not thy face from me O Lord, when condemnation O praise ye the Lord O Saviour, is thy promise fled? O Saviour! whom that holy morn .. .. .. .. .. .. NO. .. 443 424 ( pt. 3.) ( pt. 2.) .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 356 214 9 397 432 114 462 420 216 395 407 279 129 38 288 228 197 177 434 283 318 278 25 305 44 355 298 369 113 359 259 365 419 80 84 10 47 20 INDEX OF HYMNS. O Son of God, Most High! O Sun of righteousness, arise O Thou, eternal Victim slain O Thou, from whom all goodness flows O' Thou that dwellest in the heavens.. O Thou that hangedst on a tree O Thou whose wise paternal love O Thou to whose all- searching sight O Thou who camest from above O Thou! who hast at thy command Oh where shall rest be found Oh! for a closer walk with God Oh! for a heart to praise my God Oh! from the world's vile slavery.. Oh happy, happy place.. Oh happy they, God's chosen race Oh, help us, Lord! each hour of need Oh, how shall I receive thee Oh joyful sound! Oh glorious hour! Oh let thy wisdom be my guide Oh let triumphant faith dispel.. Oh that I could my Lord receive.. Oh that the Lord would guide my ways Oh that the Lord's salvation .. 420 .. .. .. .. .. .. Oh that thou wouldst the heavens rend Oh weep not o'er thy children's tomb! Oh, what hath Jesus bought for me Oh what precious balm and healing Oh who shall dare, in this frail scene Of my life the Life,() Jesus Of strife and of dissension Oft I in my heart have said Oft in sorrow, oft in woe Cmnipresent God! whose aid On the mountain- top appearing Open, Lord, my inward ear Other ground can no man lay.. Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed Our festal morn is come! Our souls shall magnify the Lord.. .. .. .. .. .. 69 238 115 ( pt. 2.) 133 110 .. 109 ( pt. 2.) 135 125 .. .. .. NO. 409 168 316 68 206 474 479 260 234 261 256 .. 284 ( pt. 2.) 438 506 291 404 ( pt. 3.) 305 418 249 503 56 419 ( pt. 2.) 450 144 51 391 .. 72 5 .. 222 172 382 235 INDEX OF HYMNS. Partners of a glorious hope Peace! doubting heart; my God's I am.. Pour down thy Spirit, gracious Lord.. Pour out thy Spirit from on high Praise, my soul, the King of heaven Praise the Lord through every nation Praise the Lord,' t is good to raise ye Prophet, to me reveal .. Refining fire, go through my heart Rejoice! the Lord is King Ride on! ride on in majesty! .. .. .. Salvation! oh, the joyful sound! Saviour of all, what hast thou done Saviour of men, and Lord of love Saviour of men, thy searching eye Saviour of the Gentile race.. Saviour, Source of every blessing Saviour, when in dust to thee Saviour, whom our hearts adore See, in the vineyard of the Lord See, Jesus, thy disciples see See what unbounded zeal and love Send out thy light and truth, O God.. Servant of all, to toil for man Servants of Christ, his truth who know Seven times our blessed Saviour Shall I for fear of feeble man Shrinking from the cold hand of death Sinner, hear thy Saviour's call.. Soldiers of Christ, arise .. .. .. 477 332 304 351 122 188 ( pt. 2.) 409 Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise Rock of cleft for me ages, .. .. Source of good, whose power controls Sovereign of all, whose will ordains .. .. .. .. 211 475 24 ( pt. 2.) 440 50 221 90 493 398 494 .. .. .. .. .. 82 381 497 290 401 440 470 417 246 .. 380 Songs of praise the angels sang Sons of God, triumphant rise Sons of men, behold from far 94 58 Soon shall the evening star with silver( pt. 2) 348 So rest, my Rest!.. 93 .. .. .. .. .. .. .. NO. 120 .. .. 239 126 83 13 89 .. 143 373 421 INDEX OF HYMNS. Speak to us, Lord, thyself reveal Spirit of mercy, truth, and love! Spirit of truth, on this thy day. Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay. Steep and thorny is the way Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear Sweet is the memory of thy grace Sweet is the work, my God! my King Sweet the moments, rich in blessing ab .. up to 90 Teach me, my God and King That day of wrath, that dreadful day The Chariot! The day is gone .. The golden corn now waxes strong The Lord unto my Lord hath said Thee, Jesus, full of truth and grace Thee, O my God and King Thee we adore, eternal Lord .. Thee we adore, eternal Name Thee will I love, my strength, my tower.. The God of Abraham praise The God who reigns on high .. 010 .. .. 504 463 446 200 410 186 323 435 280 ( pt. 3.) 280 36 121 117 116 .. The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound The Lord ascendeth up on high The Lord is King! lift up your voice The Lord is risen from the dead The Lord my pasture shall prepare The Lord of might from Sinai's brow The Lord shall come! the earth shall quake The mighty gates of earth unbar There is a fountain filled with blood There is a land of pure delight 272 273 131 281 The roseate hues of early dawn The saints who die of Christ possest The Son of God goes forth to war The spacious firmament on high The Sun of righteousness appears The thing my God doth hate Then rose that cry, My God, oh! why( pt. 2.) 401 This is the feast of heavenly wine 194 97 426 456 422 3. .. .. .. .. .. .. NO. 96 .. 148 139 149 319 358 179 336 313 .. 244 34 510 370 26 32 14 85 INDEX OF HYMNS. This is the day the Lord hath made This stone to thee in faith we lay This, this is He that came Time by moments steals away Thou art the Way: to thee alone Thou boundless Source of every good Thou God hast blest my going out Thou God of glorious majesty Thou hidden love of God, whose height Thou Judge of quick and dead .. Thou Lamb of God, thou Prince of Peace .. Thou, Lord, hast blest my going out Thou Lord, on whom I still depend Thou knowest, Lord, that they Thou Refuge of my weary soul Thou Son of God, whose flaming eyes Thou whose Almighty word Though in midst of life we be Though nature's strength decay Through all the changing scenes of life Through centuries of sin and woe Thy ceaseless unexhausted love Thy mercy, Lord, to us extend Thy throne, O God, in righteousness To be the gracious Saviour's choice To God, most awful and most high To- morrow, Lord, is thine .. .. .. To praise our Shepherd's care To thy temple I repair.. Try us, O God, and search the ground .. .. .. 71 331 170 481 ( pt. 2.) 280 205 363 181 187 384 287 366 320 212 342 240 .. .. .. .. Victim divine Watched by the world with jealous eye Weary of wandering from my God We give immortal praise We hail Thee, Lord, thy Church's Rock We saw thee not when thou didst come.. What are these arrayed in white What days of solid happiness What sinners value I resign When all thy mercies, O my God When Christ the Lord would come on earth .. .. .. .. .. .. NO. 328 389 213 .. 399 386 204 496 28 237 30 472 496 476 255 509 236 77 158 278 229 484 433 112 196 292 423 INDEX OF HYMNS. When gathering clouds around I view When, gracious Lord, when shall it be When his lost sheep the Shepherd finds When I can read my title clear When I survey the wondrous cross When Jesus left his Father's throne When, like a stranger on our sphere When on the margin of the grave.. When our heads are bowed with woe.. When quiet in my house I sit When streaming from the eastern skies When struggling passions rage within When thou in death didst bow thy head Where high the heavenly temple stands.. Wherewith, O God, shall I draw near While dead in trespasses I lie While with ceaseless course the sun Who clings with resolution.. Who is this that comes from Edom Why do we mourn departing friends Why should the children of a King Wilt thou not, my Shepherd true Wisdom's highest, noblest treasure With all my heart I love thee, Lord With all my heart, O Jesus With glorious clouds encompassed round ( pt. 2.) With hearts in love abounding .. .. .. With joy may I behold the day With joy we meditate the grace Woe to the men on earth who dwell .. Ye boundless realms of joy Ye faithful souls who Jesus know.. Ye hallelujahs sing on high Ye nations, exult, salvation is nigh! Ye saints and servants of the Lord Ye servants of God .. Ye servants of the Lord.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 403 .. ( pt. 2.) 416 400 ( pt. 2.) 161 107 282 .. .. .. .. NO. 76 441 224 .. 257 312 385 390 471 79 507 252 235 408 128 242 461 411 105 92 406 295 274 86 23 193 130 302 57 191 11 247 Ye virgin souls, arise 489 Ye who from Jesus Christ have strayed( pt. 2.) 278 424 Church Dsalter and Hymn Book THE INSESSIO ( Strongly bound in Cloth, and lettered in Gold on the side. FORMS WITH MUSIC. Quarto, Octavo, 16mo. COMPRISES: Canticles Quarto. Canticles, Psalter, and Hymns Canticles and Hymns( Psalter omitted) Canticles and Psalter( Hymns omitted) Daily Service( for Cathedral use) Daily Service, Psalter, and Hymns. Daily Service and Psalter( Hymns omitted) Daily Service, Psalter, Epistles and Gospels, and Hymns ( 9) Daily Service, Psalter, and Epistles and Gospels ( Hymns omitted). Octavo. Canticles, Psalter, and Hymns Canticles and Hymns( Psalter omitted) ( 3) Canticles and Psalter( Hymns omitted) s. d. 10 6 90 7 0 3 0 40 12 6 0 8 15 0 10 0 Daily Service, Psalter, and Hymns. 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BIDE with me! fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide. When other helpers fail and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me. Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see; O Thou, Who changest not, abide with me. I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight and tears no bitterness; Where is death's sting, where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. I need Thy presence every passing hour; What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power; Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be; Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me. Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies. Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee! In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me. Amen. 2 2 A FEW more years shall roll, A few come, And we shall be with those that rest Asleep within the tomb: Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that great day; Oh! wash me in Thy precious blood, And take my sins away. 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; Oh! wash me in Thy precious blood, And take my sins away. 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: Oh! wash me in Thy precious blood, And take my sins away. 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 bright day; Oh! wash me in Thy precious blood, And take my sins away. " Tis but a little while, And He shall come again, Who died that we might live, who lives That we with Him may reign: Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that glad day; Oh! wash me in thy precious blood, my sins away. And take 3 His the sceptre, His the throne; Alleluia, His the triumph, His the victory alone; Hark, the songs of peaceful Sion Thunder like a mighty flood; Jesus out of every nation Hath redeemed us by His blood. Alleluia, not as orphans We are left in sorrow now; 3 Amen. Alleluia, bread of angels, Thou on earth our Food, our Stay, Alleluia, here the sinful Flee to Thee from day to day; Intercessor, friend of sinners. Earth's Redeemer, plead for me, Where the songs of all the sinless Sweep across the crystal sea. Alleluia, He is near us, Faith believes, nor questions how: Though the cloud from sight received Him, When the forty days were o'er, Shall our hearts forget his promise, " I am with you evermore." 4 4 Alleluia, sing to Jesus, His the sceptre, His the throne; Alleluia, His the triumph, His the victory alone; Hark, the songs of peaceful Sion Thunder like a mighty flood; Jesus out of every nation Hath redeemed us by His blood. Amen. A RT thou weary, art thou languid, Art thou sore distrest? " Come to me," saith One," and coming Be at rest!" Hath He marks to lead me to Him, If He be my guide? " In His feet and hands are wound- prints, And His side." Hath He diadem as monarch That His brow adorns? " Yea, a crown, in very surety, But of thorns." If I find Him, if I follow, What His guerdon here? " Many a sorrow, many a labour, Many a tear." If I still hold closely to him, What hath He at last? " Sorrow vanquished, labour ended, Jordan past." If I ask Him to receive me, Will He say me nay? " Not till earth, and not till heaven Pass away." Finding, following, keeping, struggling, Is He sure to bless? " Angels, Martyrs, Prophets, Virgins, Answer, yes." Amen. 5 A S pants the hart for cooling streams When heated in the chase, So longs my soul, O God, for Thee, And thy refreshing grace. For Thee my God, the living God, My thirsty soul doth pine: O when shall I behold Thy face, Thou Majesty divine? Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Hope still, and thou shalt sing The praise of Him Who is thy God, Thy health's eternal spring. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God Whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, is now, And shall be evermore. 6 5 Amen. S with gladness men of old As Did the guiding star behold; As with joy they hailed its light, Leading onward, beaming bright; So, most gracious Lord may we Evermore be led to Thee. 7 As with joyful steps they sped To that lowly manger- bed; There to bend the knee before Him whom heaven and earth adore; So may we with willing feet Ever seek the mercy- seat. As they offered gifts most rare At that manger rude and bare; So may we with holy joy, Pure and free from sin's alloy, All our costliest treasures bring, Christ to Thee our heavenly king. Holy Jesus every day Keep us in the narrow way; And, when earthly things are past, Bring our ransomed souls at last, Where they need no star to guide, Where no clouds Thy glory hide. In the heavenly country bright Need they no created light; Thou its light, its joy, its crown, Thou its sun which goes not down; There for ever may we sing Alleluias to our king. Amen. RIEF life is here our portion; The life that knows no ending, The tearless life, is there. O happy retribution! Short toil, eternal rest; For mortals and for sinners A mansion with the blest. And now we fight the battle, But then shall wear the crown Of full and everlasting And passionless renown; And now we watch and struggle, And now we live in hope, And Sion in her anguish With Babylon must cope; But He Whom now we trust in Shall then be seen and known; And they that know and see Him Shall have Him for their own. The morning shall awaken, The shadows shall decay, And each true- hearted servant Shall shine as doth the day; There God our King and Portion, In fulness of His grace, Shall we behold for ever, And worship face to face. 7 Amen. CHR YHRIST is made the sure foundation, Christ the head and corner- stone. Chosen of the Lord, and precious, Binding all the church in one, Holy Sion's help for ever, And her confidence alone. To Thy temple where we seek Thee, Come, O Lord of Hosts, this day; With Thy wonted loving- kindness, Hear Thy servants as they pray, And Thy fullest benediction Shed within its walls alway. 8 9 Here vouchsafe to all Thy servants What they ask of Thee to gain ,What they gain from Thee, for ever With the blessed to retain; And hereafter in Thy glory Evermore with Thee to reign. Alleluia to the Father, Alleluia to the Son, Alleluia to the Spirit, One in Three and Three in One, Alleluia! Alleluia! To our God all praise be done. Amen. CHRIS HRIST is gone up! yet ere He pass'd From earth in heaven to reign, He formed one holy church, to last Till He should come again. His twelve Apostles first He made His ministers of grace; And they their hands on others laid, To fill in turn their place. So age by age, and year by year, His grace was handed on; And still His holy church is here, Nor is she left alone. His Spirit still with her shall dwell, His word shall never fail; Nor ever shall the gates of hell Against his church prevail. Increase, O Lord, our faith in Thee, Let not our love wax cold; Bring wand'rers in, and let there be One shepherd and one fold. Lord Jesus, reign in us, we pray, And make us Thine alone, Who with the Father ever art, And Holy Spirit one. 10 66 CHRISTIAN! seek not yet repose," Hear thy guardian angel say, Thou art in the midst of foes, CH " Watch and pray." Principalities and powers, Mustering their unseen array, Wait for thy unguarded hours; " Watch and pray." Gird thy heavenly armour on, Wear it ever night and day; Ambushed lies the evil one; " Watch and pray." Hear the victors who o'ercame; Still they mark each warrior's way; All with one sweet voice exclaim, Amen. " Watch and pray." Hear, above all, hear thy LORD, Him thou lovest to obey; Hide within thy heart His word, " Watch and pray." Watch, as if on that alone Hung the issue of the day; Pray, that help may be sent down; 9 " Watch and pray." Amen. 10 11 COME NOME, sing with holy gladness, High alleluias sing, Uplift your loud hosannas To Jesus Lord and King; Sing, boys, in joyous chorus Your hymn of praise to- day, And sing, ye gentle maidens, Your sweet responsive lay. ' Tis good for boys and maidens Sweet hymns to Christ to sing, " Tis meet that children's voices Should praise the children's king; For Jesus is salvation, And glory, grace, and rest; To babe, and boy, and maiden The one Redeemer blest. O boys, be strong in Jesus, To toil for Him is gain, And Jesus wrought with Joseph, With chisel, saw, and plane; O maidens live for Jesus, Who was a maiden's son; Be patient, pure, and gentle, And perfect grace begun. Soon in the golden city The boys and girls shall play, And through the dazzling mansions Rejoice in endless day; O Christ, prepare Thy children With that triumphant throng pass the burnished portals, And sing th'eternal song. To Amen. 12 11 COM ( OME, ye thankful people, come, Raise the song of harvest- home! All is safely gathered in, Ere the winter storms begin: God, our maker, doth provide For our wants to be supplied:Come to God's own temple, come, Raise the song of harvest- home. We ourselves are God's own field, Fruit unto His praise to yield; Wheat and tares together sown, Unto joy or sorrow grown; First the blade, and then the ear, Then the full corn shall appear; Grant, O harvest Lord, that we Wholesome grain and pure may be. For the Lord our God shall come And shall take His harvest home; From His field shall purge away All that doth offend, that day; Give His angels charge at last In the fire the tares to cast; But the fruitful ears to store In His garner evermore. Then, thou church triumphant, come, Raise the song of Heavest- home! All are safely gather'd in, Free from sorrow, free from sin; There, for ever purified, In God's garner to abide: Come, ten thousand angels, come, Raise the glorious harvest- home. Amen. 12 13 TERNAL Father, strong to save, Whose arm hath bound the restless wave, Who bid'st the mighty ocean deep, Its own appointed limits keep; O hear us when we cry to Thee, For those in peril on the sea. O Christ, Whose voice the waters heard, And hushed their raging at Thy word, Who walkedst on the foaming deep, And calm amidst its rage didst sleep; O hear us when we cry to Thee, For those in peril on the sea. Most Holy Spirit, who didst brood Upon the chaos dark and rude, And bid its angry tumult cease, And give, for wild confusion, peace; O hear us when we cry to Thee, For those in peril on the sea. O Trinity of love and power, Our brethren shield in danger's hour; From rock and tempest, fire and foe, Protect them wheresoe'er they go; Thus evermore shall rise to Thee, Glad hymns of praise from land and sea. Amen. 14 FOR thee, O dear, dear country, Mine eyes For very love, beholding Thy happy name, they weep. The mention of Thy glory Is balm to the distress'd Is medicine in sickness; Is love, and life, and rest. O one, O only Mansion, O paradise of joy! Where tears are ever banish'd, And smiles have no alloy. The Lamb is all thy splendour; The Crucified thy praise; His laud and benediction Thy ransomed people raise. With jasper glow thy bulwarks, Thy streets with emerald blaze: The sardius and the topaz Unite in thee their rays. Thine ageless walls are bonded With amethyst unpriced; The saints built up its fabric, And the corner- stone is Christ. Thou hast no shore, fair ocean! Thou hast no time, bright day! Dear fountain of refreshment, To pilgrims far away. 13 Upon the Rock of Ages They raise thy holy tower; Thine is the victor's laurel, And thine the golden dower. Amen. 14 15 FRO ROM highest heav'n th' eternal Son, With God the Father ever one, Came down to suffer and to die: For love of sinful man he bore Our human griefs and troubles sore, Our load of guilt and misery. Sing out, ye saints of God, and praise The Lamb who died, his flock to raise From sin and everlasting woe; With angels round the throne above, O tell the wonders of His love, The joys that from His mercy flow. In darkest shades of night we lay, Without a beam to guide our way, Or hope of aught beyond the grave; But He hath brought us life and light, And open'd heaven to our sight, And lives for ever, strong to save. Rejoice, ye saints of God, rejoice; Sing out, and praise with cheerful voice The Lamb Whom heaven and earth adore; To Him who gave His only son, To God the Spirit, with Them one, Be praise and glory evermore. 16 GL YLORY be to Jesus, Who, in bitter pains, Poured for me the life- blood From His sacred veins. Amen. Grace and life eternal In that blood I find; Blest be His compassion Infinitely kind! Blest through endless ages Be that precious stream, Which from endless torments Did the world redeem. 15 Abel's blood for vengeance Pleadeth to the skies; But the blood of Jesus For our pardon cries. Oft as it is sprinkled On our guilty hearts, Satan, in confusion, Terror- struck departs; Oft as earth exulting Wafts its praise on high, Angel- hosts rejoicing Make their glad reply. Lift ye then your voices; Swell the mighty flood; Louder still, and louder, Praise the precious blood. Amen. 17 YRACIOUS Saviour, gentle shepherd, Little ones are dear to Thee: Gathered with thine arms, and carried In Thy bosom, may we be Safely kept, divinely tended, From all want and danger free. 16 Watchful shepherd, never leave us From Thy fold to go astray, By Thy look of love directed, May we walk the narrow way; Thus direct us and protect us, Lest we fall an easy prey. Cleanse our hearts from sinful folly In the stream Thy love supplied ,Mingled streams of blood and water Flowing from Thy wounded side; And to heavenly pastures lead us Where Thine own still waters glide. Let Thy holy word instruct us, Keep our spirits pure and bright; Let Thy love and grace constrain us Still to walk as in Thy sight; Take Thine easy yoke and wear it, And to find Thy burden light. Taught to lisp the holy praises, Which on earth Thy children sing, Both with lips and hearts unfeigned May we our thank- offerings bring; Then with all the saints in glory Join to praise our Lord and King. Amen. 18 HA ARK! hark, my soul; angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields, and ocean's wavebeat shore: How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more! 17 Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, " Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you 99 come; And through the dark its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the gospel leads us home. Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea; And laden souls by thousands, meekly stealing, Kind Shepherd turn their weary steps to Thee. Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. Rest comes at length: though life be long and dreary, The day must dawn, and darksome night be past; Faith's journey ends in welcome to the weary, And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last. Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 18 Angels, sing on, your faithful watches keeping; Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above; Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping, And life's long shadows break in cloudless love. Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. Amen. 19 TOW welcome was the call, HOW And sweet the festal lay, When Jesus deigned in Cana's hall To bless the marriage day. And happy was the bride, And glad the bridegroom's heart, For He Who tarried at their side Bade grief and ill depart. His gracious power divine The water vessels knew; And plenteous was the mystic wine The wondering servants drew. O Lord of life and love, Come Thou again to- day; And bring a blessing from above That ne'er shall pass away. Oh, bless, as erst of old, The bridegroom and the bride; Bless with the holier stream that flowed Forth from Thy pierced side. Before Thine altar- throne This mercy we implore; As Thou dost knit them, Lord, in one, So bless them evermore. Amen. 20 I HEARD the voice of Jesus say " Come unto Me and rest; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast:" I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad; I found in Him a resting- place, And He has made me glad. 19 I heard the voice of Jesus say " Behold! I freely give The living water, thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live;" I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life- giving stream; My thirst was quenched my soul revived, And now I live in Him. I heard the voice of Jesus say " I am this dark world's light; Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright:" I looked to Jesus, and I found In Him my star, my sun; And in that light of life I'll walk Till travelling days are done. Amen. 20 21 the! With milk and honey blest; Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest. I know not, oh! I know not What joys await us there; What radiancy of glory, What bliss beyond compare. They stand, those halls of Sion, All jubilant with song, And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng. The Prince is ever in them, The daylight is serene; The pastures of the blessèd Are decked in glorious sheen. There is the throne of David; And there, from care released, The shout of them that triumph, The song of them that feast; And they, who with their leader Have conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white. O sweet and blessèd country, The home of God's elect! O sweet and blessèd country, That eager hearts expect! Jesu, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest; Who art, with God the Father, And Spirit, ever blest. Amen. 22 ESUS lives! no longer now Can thy terrors, death, appal us; Jesus lives! by this we know Thou, O grave, canst not enthral us. Alleluia! Jesus lives! henceforth is death But the gate of life immortal; This shall calm our trembling breath, When we pass its gloomy portal. Jesus lives! for us He died; Then, alone to Jesus living, Pure in heart may we abide, Glory to our Saviour giving. 21 Alleluia! 23 Alleluia! Jesus lives! our hearts know well Nought from us His love shall sever; Life, nor death, nor powers of hell Tear us from His keeping ever. Alleluia! Jesus lives! to Him the Throne Over all the world is given: May we go where He is gone, Rest and reign with Him in Heaven. Alleluia! Amen. ESU, Lord, we kneel before Thee: Bend from heaven Thy gracious ear; While our waiting souls adore Thee, Friend of helpless sinners, hear! By Thy mercy, Oh, deliver us, good Lord! 22 From the depth of nature's blindness, From the hardening power of sin, From all malice and unkindness, From the pride that lurks within, By Thy mercy, Oh, deliver us, good Lord! When temptation sorely presses, In the day of Satan's power, In our times of deep distresses, In each dark and trying hour, By Thy mercy, Oh, deliver us, good Lord! In the weary night of sickness, In the throes of grief and pain, When we feel our mortal weakness, When the creature's help is vain; By Thy mercy, Oh, deliver us, good Lord! In the solemn hour of dying, In the awful Judgment- day, May our souls, on Thee relying, Find Thee still our hope and stay; By Thy mercy, Oh, deliver us, good Lord! Amen. 24 LEAD, kindly light, amid the encircling Lead Thou me on; The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Should'st lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead Thou me on. I loved the garish day, and spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: remember not past years. So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still Will lead me on 23 O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone, And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. Amen. 25 ORD, in this Thy mercy's day Ere it pass for aye away, On our knees we fall and pray. Holy Jesu, grant us tears, Fill us with heart- searching fears Ere that awful doom appears. Lord, on us Thy Spirit pour, Kneeling lowly at the door, Ere it close for evermore. By Thy night of agony, By Thy supplicating cry, By Thy willingness to die. By Thy tears of bitter woe For Jerusalem below, Let us not Thy love forego. Grant us' neath Thy wings a place, Lest we lose this day of grace Ere we shall behold Thy face. Amen. 24 26 27 Lo Who its truth believeth Light and joy receiveth. When our foes are near us, Then Thy word doth cheer us, Word of consolation, Message of salvation. ORD, Thy word abideth, And our footsteps guideth; When the storms are o'er us, And dark clouds before us, Then its light directeth, And our way protecteth. Who can tell the pleasure, Who recount the treasure, By Thy word imparted To the simple hearted? Word of mercy, giving Succour to the living; Word of life, supplying Comfort to the dying! Oh, that we discerning Its most holy learning, Lord, may love and fear Thee, Evermore be near Thee. Amen. MOR ORN of morns, and day of days! Beauteous were thy new- born rays: Brighter yet from death's dark prison Christ, the light of lights is risen. He commanded, and His word Death and the dread chaos heard; O shall we, more deaf than they, In the chains of darkness stay? Nature yet in shadow lies, Let the sons of light arise, And prevent the morning rays With sweet canticles of praise. While the dead world sleeps around, Let the sacred temples sound Law, and prophet, and blest psalm Lit with holy light so calm. Unto hearts in slumber weak Let the heavenly trumpet speak; And a newer walk express Their new life to righteousness. Hear us, Lord, and with us be, O Thou Fount of charity, Thou Who dost the Spirit give, Bidding the dead letter live. 25 Glory to the Father, Son, And to Thee, O Holy One, By whose quickening breath divine Our dull spirits burn and shine. Amen.- 28 MY Y God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home, in life's rough way, O teach me from my heart to say" Thy will be done!" 26 If Thou should'st call me to resign What most I prize, it ne'er was mine; I only yield Thee what was Thine" Thy will be done!" If but my fainting heart be bless'd With Thy sweet Spirit for its Guest, My God, to Thee I leave the restThy will be done!" 66 Renew my will from day to day; Blend it with Thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say" Thy will be done!" Then, when on earth I breath no more The prayer, oft mix'd with tears before, I'll sing, upon a happier shore, 66 Thy will be done!" 29 NE E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me, TEARER, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Still all my song shall be" Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee." Amen. Though like a wanderer ( The sun gone down,) Darkness comes over me My rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I'll be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee, 30 Then 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. Then with my waking thoughts, Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethels I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee. Or if on joyful wing Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upwards I fly, Still all my song shall be" Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee." OW the day is over, Night is drawing nigh, NOW Shadows of the evening Steal across the sky. Now the darkness gathers, Stars begin to peep, Birds and beasts and flowers Soon will be asleep. Jesu, give the weary Calm and sweet repose, 27 Amen. 28 31 With Thy tenderest blessing May our eyelids close. Grant to little children Visions bright of Thee, Guard the sailors tossing On the deep blue sea. Comfort every sufferer Watching late in pain, Those who plan some evil From their sin restrain. Through the long night watches May Thine Angels spread Their white wings above me Watching round my bed. When the morning wakens, Then may I arise Pure and fresh and sinless In Thy holy eyes. Glory to the Father, Glory to the Son, And to Thee, Blest Spirit Whilst all ages run. Amen. 0 COME and mourn with me awhile; O come ye to the Saviour's side; O come, together let us mourn; Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. Have we no tears to shed for Him, While soldiers scoff and Jews deride? Ah! look how patiently He hangs; Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. How fast His hands and feet are nailed; His throat with parching thirst is dried; His failing eyes are dimmed with blood; Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. Seven times He spake, seven words of love; And all three hours His silence cried For mercy on the souls of men; Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. A broken heart, a fount of tears Ask, and they will not be denied; Lord Jesus, may we love and weep, Since Thou for us art crucified. O Father, uncreated Lord, Be Thou in every land adored; Be Thou by all with faith implored. 32 0 GOD of life, whose power benign Doth o'er the world in mercy shine, Accept our praise, for we are 1 hine. 29 O Son of God, for sinners slain, We bless hee, Lord, whose dying pain For us did endless life regain. O Holy Ghost, whose guardian care Doth us for heavenly joys prepare, May we in Thy communion share. Amen. O holy, blessed Trinity, With faith we sinners bow to Thee; In us, O God, exalted be. Amen. 30 33 0 LORD of heaven, and earth, and sea, To Thee all praise and glory be; How shall we show our love to Thee, Who givest all? The golden sunshine, vernal air, Sweet flowers and fruit Thy love declare; When harvest's ripen, Thou art there, Who givest all. For peaceful homes, and healthful days, For all the blessings earth displays, We owe Thee thankfulness and praise, Who givest all. For souls redeemed, for sins forgiven, For means of grace and hopes of heaven, What can to Thee, O Lord, be given, Who givest all? We lose what on ourselves we spend, We have as treasure without end - Whatever, Lord, to Thee we lend, Who givest all. Whatever, Lord, we lend to Thee, Repaid a thousandfold will be; Then gladly will we give to Thee, Who givest all. To Thee, from whom we all derive Our life, our gifts, our power to give; O may we ever with Thee live, Who givest all. Amen. 34 PARADISE, O Paradise, 0 Who doth not crave for rest? Who would not seek the happy land Where they that loved are blest? Where loyal hearts and true Stand ever in the light, All rapture through and through, In God's most holy sight. O Paradise, O Paradise, The world is growing old; Who would not be at rest and free Where love is never cold? Where loyal hearts,& c. O Paradise, O Paradise, ' Tis weary waiting here; I long to be where Jesus is, To feel, to see Him near; Where loyal hearts,& c. O Paradise, O Paradise, I want to sin no more, I want to be as pure on earth As on Thy spotless shore; Where loyal hearts,& c. 31 O Paradise, O Paradise, I greatly long to see The special place my dearest Lord In love prepares for me; Where loyal hearts,& c. 32 LORD JESUS, King of Paradise, O keep me in Thy love, And guide me to that happy land Of perfect rest above; Where loyal hearts and true Stand ever in the light, All rapture through and through, In God's most holy sight. Amen. 35 O WORSHIP the King All glorious above; O gratefully sing His power and His love; Our Shield and Defender, The Ancient of days, Pavilioned in splendour, And girded with praise. O tell of His might, O sing of His grace, Whose robe is the light, Whose canopy space; His chariots of wrath The thunder clouds form, And dark is His path On the wings of the storm. Frail children of dust, And feeble as frail, In Thee do we trust, Nor find Thee to fail. Thy mercies how tender How firm to the end! Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer and Friend. O measureless might, Ineffable love! While angels delight To hymn Thee above, Thy ransomed creation, Though feeble their days, With true adoration Shall sing to Thy praise. Hymns For His mercies still endure Ever faithful, ever sure. 36 PRAISE, O praise our God and King! sing; Praise Him that He made the sun Day by day his course to run; For His mercies still endure Ever faithful, ever sure: And the silver moon by night, Shining with her gentle light; For His mercies still endure Ever faithful, ever sure. 33 Amen. Praise Him that He gave the rain To mature the swelling grain; For His mercies still endure Ever faithful, ever sure: And hath bid the fruitful field Crops of precious increase yield: For His mercies still endure Ever faithful, ever sure. Praise Him from our harvest- store, He hath filled the Garner- floor; 34 For His mercies still endure Ever faithful, ever snre: And for richer food than this, Pledge of everlasting bliss; For His mercies still endure Ever faithful, ever sure. Glory to our bounteous King! Glory let creation sing! Glory to the Father, Son, And Blest Spirit, Three in One. Amen. 37 SAV AVIOUR, again to Thy dear name we raise With one accord our parting hymn of praise; We stand to bless Thee ere our worship cease, Then, lowly kneeling, wait Thy word of peace. Grant us Thy peace upon our homeward way; With Thee began, with Thee shall end the day; Guard Thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame, That in this house have called upon Thy Name. Grant us Thy peace, Lord, thro' the coming night, Turn Thou for us its darkness into light; From harm and danger keep Thy children free For dark and light are both alike to Thee. Grant us Thy peace throughout our earthly life, Our balm in sorrow, and our stay in strife; Then, when Thy voice shall bid our conflict cease, Call us, O Lord, to Thine eternal peace. Amen. 35 38 WEET Saviour, bless us ere we go; ST Thy word into our minds instil; And make our lukewarm hearts to glow With lowly love and fervent will. Through life's long day and death's dark night, O gentle Jesus, be our light. The day is gone, its hours have run, And Thou hast taken count of all, The scanty triumphs grace hath won, The broken vow, the frequent fall. Through life's long day,& c. Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways True absolution and release; And bless us, more than in past days, With purity and inward peace. Through life's long day,& c. Do more than pardon; give us joy, Sweet fear, and sober liberty, And simple hearts without alloy That only long to be like Thee. Through life's long day,& c. Labour is sweet, for Thou hast toiled; And care is light, for Thou hast cared; Ah! never let our works be soiled With strife, or by deceit ensnared. Through life's long day,& c. For all we love, the poor, the sad, The sinful, unto Thee we call; O let Thy mercy make us glad: Thou art our Jesus, and our All Through life's long day,& c. Amen. 36 39 THE Church's one foundation Is Jesus our She is His new creation By water and the word. From heaven He came and sought her To be His holy bride, With His own blood He bought her, And for her life He died. Elect from every nation, Yet one o'er all the earth, Her charter of salvation One Lord, one Faith, one Birth One Holy Name she blesses, Partakes one Holy Food, And to one hope she presses With every grace endued. Though with a scornful wonder Men see her sore opprest, By schisms rent asunder, By heresies distrest, Yet saints their watch are keeping, Their cry goes up," How long?" And soon the night of weeping Shall be the morn of song. Mid toil, and tribulation, And tumult of her war, She waits the consummation Of peace for evermore; Till with the vision glorious Her longing eyes are blest, And the great Church victorious Shall be the Church at rest. Yet she on earth hath union With God the Three in One, And mystic sweet communion With those whose rest is won: 0 happy ones and holy! Lord, give us grace that we Like them, the meek and lowly, On high may dwell with Thee. Amen. 37 40 THE day is past and over I All thanks, O Lord, to Thee; pray Thee now that sinless The hours of dark may be: O Jesu, keep me in Thy sight, And guard me through the coming night. The joys of day are over; I lift my heart to Thee, And ask Thee that offenceless The hours of dark may be: O Jesu, keep me in Thy sight, And guard me through the coming night. The toils of day are over; I raise the hymn to Thee, And ask that free from peril The hours of dark may be: O Jesu, keep me in Thy sight, And guard me through the coming night. Lighten mine eyes, O Saviour, Or sleep in death shall I, And he, my wakeful tempter, Triumphantly shall cry 38 Against Him I have now prevailed; Rejoice! the child of God has failed." Be Thou my soul's preserver, For Thou alone dost know How many are the perils Through which I have to go: O loving Jesu, hear my call, And guard and save me from them all. Amen. 66 41 TE THERE is a blessed home Beyond this land of woe, Where trials never come, Nor tears of sorrow flow; Where faith is lost in sight, And patient hope is crowned, And everlasting light Its glory throws around. There is a land of peace, Good angels know it well; Glad songs that never cease Within its portals swell; Around its glorious Throne Ten thousand saints adore Christ, with the Father One And Spirit, evermore. O joy all joys beyond, To see the Lamb who died, And count each sacred wound In hands, and feet, and side; To give to Him the praise Of every triumph won, 42 TH And sing through endless days The great things He hath done. Look up ye saints of God, Nor fear to tread below The path our Saviour trod, Of daily toil and woe; Wait but a little while In uncomplaining love, His own most gracious smile Shall welcome you above. ALLELUIA! ALLELUIA! ALLELUIA! HE strife is o'er, the battle done; Amen. The triumph of the Lord is won; O let the song of praise be sung, Alleluia! On that third morn He rose again In glorious majesty to reign; O let us swell the joyful strain, Alleluia! 39 The powers of death have done their worst, And Jesus hath His foes dispersed; Let shouts of praise and joy outburst, Alleluia! He closed the yawning gates of hell; The bars from heaven's high portals fell; Let songs of joy His triumphs tell, Alleluia! Lord, by the stripes which wounded Thee, From death's dread sting Thy servants free, That we may live, and sing to Thee, Alleluia! Amen. 40 43 THE strain upraise of joy and praise, To the glory of their King Shall the ransomed people sing And the choirs that dwell on high Shall re- echo through the sky They in the rest of Paradise who dwell, The blessed ones, with joy the chorus swell, Alleluia. Alleluia. Alleluia. Alleluia. The planets beaming on their heavenly way, The shining constellations join, and say Alleluia. Ye clouds that onward sweep, Ye winds on pinions light, Ye thunders, echoing loud and deep, Ye lightnings, wildly bright, In sweet consent unite your Alleluia. Ye floods and ocean billows, Ye storms and winter snow, Ye days of cloudless beauty, Hoar frost and summer glow, Ye groves that wave in spring And glorious forests, sing Alleluia. First let the birds, with painted plumage gay, Exalt their great Creator's praise, and say Alleluia. Then let the beasts of earth, with varying strain, Alleluia. Join in creation's hymn, and cry again, Alleluia. Alleluia. Here let the mountains thunder forth sonorous, There let the valleys sing in gentler chorus Alleluia. Alleluia. Thou jubilant abyss of ocean, cry Ye tracts of earth and continents, Now from all men be out- poured Alleluia to the Lord; reply To God, who all creation made, The frequent hymn be duly paid: This is the strain, the eternal strain, the Lord Alleluia. Almighty loves: Alleluia. Alleluia. This is the song, the heavenly song, that Christ the King approves: Wherefore we sing, both heart and voice awaking, Alleluia. And children's voices echo, answer making, Alleluia. 44 Alleluia. With Alleluia evermore The Son and Spirit we adore. Praise be done to the Three in One. 41 Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Amen. THINE for ever! God of love T Hear us from Thy throne above; Thine for ever may we be, Here and in eternity. Thine for ever! Lord of life Shield us through our earthly strife Thou the life, the truth, the way, Guide us to the realms of day. Thine for ever! oh, how blest They who find in Thee their rest; 42 Saviour, guardian, heavenly friend, O defend us to the end. Thine for ever! Saviour keep Us Thy frail and trembling sheep; Safe alone beneath Thy care, Let us all Thy goodness share Thine for ever! Thou our guide, All our wants by Thee supplied, All our sins by Thee forgiven, Lead us, Lord, from earth to heaven. Amen 45 10 the Name of our Salvation T let us pay; Which for many a generation Hid in God's foreknowledge lay, But with holy exultation We may sing aloud to- day. Jesus is the Name we treasure; Name beyond what words can tell; Name of gladness, name of pleasure, Ear and heart delighting well; Name of sweetness, passing measure, Saving us from sin and hell. ' Tis the name for adoration, Name for songs of victory, Name for holy meditation In this vale of misery, Name of joyful veneration By the citizens on high. ' Tis the name that whoso preacheth Speaks like music to the ear; Who in prayer this name beseecheth Sweetest comfort findeth near; Who its perfect wisdom reacheth Heavenly joy possesseth here. Jesus is the Name exalted Over every other name; In this Name, whene'er assaulted We can put our foes to shame; Strength to them who else had halted, Eyes to blind, and feet to lame. Therefore we in love adoring This most blessed Name revere; Holy Jesus, Thee imploring So to write it in us here, That hereafter heavenward soaring We may sing with angels there. Amen. 46 WE E are but little children weak, Nor born in any high estate; What can we do for Jesu's sake Who is so high and good and great? 43 We know the holy innocents Laid down for Him their infant life, And martyrs brave and patient saints Have stood for Him in fire and strife. We wear the cross they wore of old, Our lips have learned like vows to make; We need not die; we cannot fight; What may we do for Jesu's sake? O, day by day, each christian child Has much to do, without, within; 44 A death to die for Jesu's sake, A weary war to wage with sin. When deep within our swelling hearts The thoughts of pride and anger rise, When bitter words are on our tongues And tears of passion in our eyes; Then we may stay the angry blow, Then we may check the hasty word, Give gentle answers back again, And fight a battle for our Lord. With smiles of peace, and looks of love, Light in our dwellings we may make, Bid kind good humour brighten there, And do all still for Jesu's sake. There's not a child so small and weak But has his little cross to take, His little work of love and praise That he do for Jesu's sake. may 47 TE love place, O God, WWhertin Thine honour dwells, The joy of Thine abode All earthly joy excels. Amen. It is the House of prayer, Wherein Thy servants meet; And Thou, O Lord, art there Thy chosen flock to greet. We love the sacred Font, For there the Holy Dove To pour is ever wont His blessings from above. We love Thy Table, Lord; Oh what on earth so dear? For there, in faith adored, We find Thy Presence near. We love the Word of life, The Word that tells of peace, Of comfort in the strife, And joys that never cease. We love to sing below For mercies freely given; But oh! we long to know The triumph song of heaven. Lord Jesus, give us grace On earth to love Thee more, In heaven to see Thy face, And with Thy saints adore. Amen. 48 WE E worship, we confess Thee, Lord, Eternal Father, King ador'd! All things on earth, with one accord, Exalt Thy mighty name. 45 The angel choirs their voices raise; The Host of Heav'n Thy power displays; Thee Cherubim with ceaseless praise, And Seraphim proclaim. " All Holy, Holy, Holy, Thou! Thy glory earth and heaven avow: Lord God of Hosts! to Thee we bow, Our Maker, Life, and Light: To Thee Thy great Apostles cry; Thee sainted Prophets magnify; "} 46 With white- robed Martyr's songs on high Doth Thy whole Church unite. O Christ, the Father's only Son, With him and God the Spirit, one! Before creation's work begun, Thou glorious King, dost reign: Yet didst not Thou, Redeemer, scorn To be of lowly virgin born, For those their fallen state that mourn, Salvation to obtain. For us thou laid'st Thy power aside, For us to conquer Death hast died, For all who in Thy faith abide, And Thee their Saviour own. Now in God's might, at his right hand, Thou sendest forth thine high command; And lo! heaven's portals open stand, And crowds approach Thy throne. Yet once again- for Thou hast saidShall be revealed Thy presence dread; When Thou the Lord of quick and dead For judgment shalt descend. Then hear, Lord Jesus! hear our prayer; Thy ransomed flock in mercy spare; Make us with all Thy saints to share In glory without end. O Prince and Saviour! still, we pray, Direct, exalt us in Thy way: That name we worship day by day, May we in heaven adore! On us, Lord, may Thy mercy shine! This day and ever keep us Thine! In Thee we trust, our King divine! And triumph evermore. Amen. 49 Wheaven, In power and wrath He came; Before His feet the clouds were riven, Half darkness and half flame: HEN God of old come down from Bnt when He came the second time, He came in power and love; Softer than gale at morning prime Hovered His holy dove. The fires, that rushed on Sinai down In sudden torrents dread, Now gently light, a glorious crown, On every sainted head. And as on Israel's awe- struck ear The voice exceeding loud, The trump, that angels quake to hear, Thrilled from the deep, dark cloud; So, when the Spirit of our God Came down His flock to find, A voice from heaven was heard abroad, A rushing, mighty wind. It fills the Church of God; it fills The sinful world around; 47 Only in stubborn hearts and wills No place for it is found. Come Lord, come wisdom, love, and power, Open our ears to hear; Let us not miss th' accepted hour; Save, Lord, by love or fear. Amen. 48 50 are these W These, before God's throne who stand; Each a golden crown is wearing, Who are all this glorious band? Alleluia! hark they sing, Praising loud their heavenly king. Who are these in dazzling brightness, Clothed in God's own righteousness; These, whose robes of purest whiteness Shall their lustre still possess, Still untouched by time's rude hand, Whence comes all this glorious band? These are they who have contended For their Saviour's honour long, Wrestling on till life was ended, Following not the sinful throng! These, who well the fight sustained, Triumph by the Lamb have gained. These are they whose hearts were riven, Sore with woe and anguish tried, Who in prayer full oft have striven With the God they glorified; Now, their painful conflict o'er, God has bid them weep no more. These, the Almighty contemplating, Did as priests before Him stand, Soul and body always waiting Day and night at His command: Now in God's most holy place Blest they stand before His face. Amen. نا X A Inches 1 Centimetres Blue X 2 3 2 Cyan 15 X +++ 6 17 3 Farbkarte# 13 Green 8 Yellow X | 10 Red 11 12 LO 5 13 Magenta 14 6 15 White 16 ₁7 | 17 3/ Color 18 19 B.I.G. Black B