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CONTAINING SOME OF THE MORE LENGTHY AND ELEGANT PIECES, COMMONLY USED AT CONCERTS, OR SINGING SOCIETIES. |
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2. PART II.
CONTAINING SOME OF THE MORE LENGTHY AND ELEGANT PIECES, COMMONLY USED AT CONCERTS, OR SINGING SOCIETIES.
[Death, 'tis a melancholy day]
[1]
Death, 'tis a melancholy day,To those who have no God,
When the poor soul is forced away,
To seek her last abode.
2
In vain to heaven she lifts her eyes,For guilt, a heavy chain,
Still drags her downward from the skies,
To darkness, fire, and pain.
3
Awake and mourn, ye heirs of hell,Let stubborn sinners fear;
You must be driv'n from earth, and dwell
A long FOR EVER there.
4
See how the pit gapes wide for you,And flashes in your face;
And thou, my soul, look downward too,
And sing recovering grace.
5
He is a god of sovereign love,That promised heaven to me,
And taught my thoughts to soar above,
Where happy spirits be.
6
Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand,Then come the joyful day;
Come, death, and some celestial band,
To bear my soul away.
120
[Let sinners take their course]
Let sinners take their course,And choose the road to death;
But in the worship of my God,
I'll spend my daily breath.
121
[God is our refuge in distress]
God is our refuge in distress,A present help when dangers press;
In him undaunted we'll confide,
Though earth were from her centre toss'd,
And mountains in the ocean lost,
Torn piecemeal by the roaring tide.
122
[O when shall I see Jesus]
[1]
O when shall I see Jesus,And reign with him above?
And from the flowing fountain,
Drink everlasting love?
When shall I be deliver'd
From this vain world of sin?
And with my blessed, Jesus,
Drink endless pleasures in
2
But now I am a soldier,My Captain's gone before;
He's given me my orders,
And bids me ne'er give o'er;
His promises are faithful—
A righteous crown he'll give,
And all his valiant soldiers
Eternally shall live.
3
Through grace I am determinedTo conquer, though I die,
And then away to Jesus,
On wings of love I'll fly:
Farewell to sin and sorrow,
I bid them both adieu!
And O, my friends, prove faithful,
And on your way pursue.
4
Whene'er you meet with troublesAnd trials on your way,
Then cast your care on Jesus,
And don't forget to pray.
Gird on the gospel armour
Of faith, and hope, and love,
And when the combat's ended,
He'll carry you above.
5
O do not be discouraged,For Jesus is your friend;
And if you lack for knowledge,
He'll not refuse to lend.
Neither will he upbraid you,
Though often you request,
He'll give you grace to conquer,
And take you home to rest.
6
And when the last loud trumpetShall rend the vaulted skies,
And bid th' entombed millions
From their cold beds arise;
Our ransom'd dust, revived,
Bright beauties shall put on
And soar to the blest mansions
Where our Redeemer's gone.
7
Our eyes shall then with rapture,The Saviour's face behold;
Our feet, no more diverted,
Shall walk the streets of gold
Our ears shall hear with transport
The hosts celestial sing;
Our tongues shall chant the glories
Of our immortal King.
123
[Jesus, I my cross have taken]
[_]
This glorious hymn is said to have been composed by a young English lady, a Methodist, who had suffered much affliction.
1.
Jesus, I my cross have taken,All to leave and follow thee:
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou from hence my all shalt be:
Perish ev'ry fond ambition,
All I've sought, or hoped, or known,
Yet how rich is my condition,
God and heav'n are still my own!
2.
Let the world despise and leave me,They have left my Saviour, too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me,
Thou art not like them, untrue;
And whilst thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate, and friends disown me;
Show thy face and all is bright.
3.
Go, then, earthly fame and treasure,Come, disaster, scorn, and pain;
In thy service pain is pleasure,
With thy favour loss is gain.
I have called thee, Abba, Father,
I have set my heart on thee:
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,
All must work for good to me.
4.
Man may trouble and distress me,'Twill but drive me to thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me,
Heav'n will bring me sweeter rest.
Oh! 'tis not in grief to harm me,
While thy love is left to me;
Oh! 'twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmix'd with thee.
5.
Soul, then know thy full salvation;Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care;
Joy to find, in ev'ry station,
Something still to do or bear:
Think what Spirit dwells within thee;
Think what Father's smiles are thine;
Think that Jesus died to win thee;
Child of heaven, canst thou repine?
6.
Haste thee on from grace to glory,Arm'd by faith, and wing'd by prayer!
Heaven's eternal day's before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there:
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
This glorious hymn is said to have been composed by a young English lady, a Methodist, who had suffered much affliction.
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[How pleasant 'tis to see]
How pleasant 'tis to see,Kindred and friends agree,
Each in his proper station move,
And each fulfil his part,
With sympathizing heart,
In all the cares of life and love.
125
[My gracious Redeemer I love]
My gracious Redeemer I love,His praises aloud I'll proclaim,
And join with the armies above,
To shout his adorable name.
To gaze on the glories divine,
Shall be my eternal employ,
And feel them incessantly shine,
My boundless, ineffable joy.
126
[How did his flowing tears condole]
How did his flowing tears condole,As for a brother dead,
And fasting, mortified his soul,
While for their lives he pray'd.
They groan'd and cursed him on their beds,
Yet still he pleads and mourns;
And double blessings on his head,
The righteous Lord returns.
127
[O, how happy are they]
[1]
O, how happy are they,Who their Saviour obey,
And whose treasure is laid up above;
Tongue can never express
The sweet comfort and peace,
Of a soul in its earliest love.
2
That comfort was mine,When the favour divine,
I first found in the blood of the Lamb;
When my heart first believed,
O! what joy I received!
What a heaven in Jesus's name.
3
'Twas a heaven below,The Redeemer to know,
And the angels could do nothing more
Than to fall at his feet,
And the story repeat,
And the Saviour of sinners adore
4
Jesus, all the day long,Was my joy and my song;
O! that all his salvation might see!
He hath loved me, I cried,
He hath suffer'd and died,
To redeem such a rebel as me.
5
On the wings of his love,I was carried above
All sin and temptation, and pain
I could not believe
That I ever should grieve,
That I ever should suffer again.
6
I rode on the sky,Freely justified I,
Nor envied Elijah his seat;
My soul mounted higher,
In a chariot of fire,
And the world was put under my feet
7
O! the rapturous heightOf that holy delight
Which I felt in the life-giving blood,
Of my Saviour possess'd,
I was perfectly bless'd,
Overwhelm'd with the fulness of God.
8
What a mercy is this!What a heaven of bliss!
How unspeakably favour'd am I!
Gather'd into the fold,
With believers enroll'd,
With believers to live and to die!
9
Now my remnant of daysWould I spend to his praise,
Who hath died my poor soul to redeem.
Whether many or few,
All my years are his due;
May they all be devoted to him
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[My soul forsakes her vain delight]
My soul forsakes her vain delight,And bids the world farewell,
Base as the dirt beneath thy feet,
And mischievous as hell.
No longer will I ask your love,
Nor seek your friendship more;
The happiness that I approve,
Is not within your pow'r.
129
[Mine eyes are now closing to rest]
Mine eyes are now closing to rest,My body must soon be removed,
And mould'ring, lie buried in dust,
No more to be envied or loved.
Ah! what is this drawing my breath,
And stealing my senses away
O tell me, my soul, is it death,
Releasing me kindly from clay?
Now mounting, my soul shall descry
The regions of pleasure and love,
My spirit triumphant shall fly,
And dwell with my Saviour above
131
[See how the wicked kingdom]
See how the wicked kingdomIs falling every day,
And still our blessed Jesus
Is winning souls away;
But O how I am tempted,
No mortal tongue can tell,
So often I'm surrounded
With enemies from hell.
132
[Soldiers of the cross, arise]
[1]
Soldiers of the cross, arise,Lo, your Captain from the skies,
Holding forth the glitt'ring prize,
Calls to victory.
Fear not, though the battle lower,
Firmly stand the trying hour,
Stand the tempter's utmost power,
Spurn his slavery.
2
Who the cause of Christ would yield!Who would leave the battle-field?
Who would cast away his shield?—
Let him basely go:
Who for Zion's King will stand?
Who will join the faithful band?
Let him come with heart and hand,
Let him face the foe.
3
By the mercies of our God,By Emmanuel's streaming blood,
When alone for us he stood,
Ne'er give up the strife:
Ever to the latest breath,
Hark to what your Captain saith;—
“Be thou faithful unto death;
Take the crown of life.”
4
By the woes which rebels prove,By the bliss of holy love,
Sinners, seek the joys above,
Sinners turn, and live!
Here is freedom worth the name;
Tyrant sin is put to shame;
Grace inspires the hallow'd flame
God the crown will give.
133
[In de dark woods, no Indian nigh]
[_]
The first three verses of this song were taken almost verbatime, by a Missionary, from an Indian's experience, whil he was relating it: the last two verses were composed by David Walker the Author's brother.
1.
In de dark woods, no Indian nigh,Den me look Heb'n, and send up cry,
Upon my knee so low;
But God on high, in shiny place,
See me at night, wid teary face—See me at night, wid teary face—
De preacher tell me so.
2.
God send he angel, take um care,He cum he self and hear um prayer,
(If Indian heart do pray,)
He see me now, he know me here;
He say, Poor Indian, never fear,
Me wid you night and day.
3.
So me lub God, wid inside heart,He fight for me, he take um part,
He save um life before;
God hear poor Indian in de wood;
So me lub him, and dat be good
Me prize him evermore.
4.
De joy I felt I cannot tell,To tink dat I was saved from hen,
Through Jesus' streaming blood;
Dat I am saved by grace divine,
Who am de worst of all mankind,
O glory be to God;
5.
Now I be here baptized to be,Dat in de water you may see
De way my Jesus go;
Dis is de way I do believe
Dat Jesus here for us did leave.
To follow here below.
The first three verses of this song were taken almost verbatim, by a Missionary, from an Indian's experience, while he was relating it: the last two verses were composed by David Walker
134
[O Jesus, my Saviour, I know thou art mine]
1
O Jesus, my Saviour, I know thou art mine,For thee all the pleasures of sin I resign;
Of objects most pleasing, I love thee the best,
Without thee I'm wretched, but with thee I'm blest.
2
Thy Spirit first taught me to know I was blind,Then taught me the way of salvation to find:
And when I was sinking in gloomy despair,
Thy mercy relieved me, and bid me not fear.
3
In vain I attempt to describe what I feel,The language of mortals or angels would fail;
My Jesus is precious, my soul's in a flame,
I'm raised to a rapture while praising his name
4
I find him in singing, I find him in prayer,In sweet meditation he always is near;
My constant companion, O may we ne'er part!
All glory to Jesus, he dwells in my heart.
5
I love thee, my Saviour, I love thee, my Lord,I love thy dear people, thy ways, and thy word;
With tender emotion I love sinners too,
Since Jesus has died to redeem them from wo
6
My Jesus is precious—I cannot forbear,Though sinners despise me, his love to declare;
His love overwhelms me; had I wings I'd fly
To praise him in mansions prepared in the sky.
7
Then millions of ages my soul would employIn praising my Jesus, my love and my joy
Without interruption, when all the glad throng
With pleasures unceasing unite in the song.
135
[Where nothing dwelt but beasts of prey]
Where nothing dwelt but beasts of prey,Or men as fierce and wild as they,
He bids th' oppress'd and poor repair,
And build them towns and cities there.
They sow the fields, and trees they plant,
Whose yearly fruit supplies their want;
Their race grows up from fruitful stocks,
Their wealth increases with their flocks.
136
[Hither, ye faithful, haste with songs of triumph]
[1]
Hither, ye faithful, haste with songs of triumph,To Bethlehem haste, the Lord of life to meet:
To you this day is born a Prince and Saviour;
O come and let us worship, O come and let us worship,
O come and let us worship at his feet.
2
O Jesus, for such wondrous condescension,Our praises and reverence are an offering meet,
Now is the Word made flesh and dwells among us
O come and let us worship at his feet.
3
Shout his almighty name, ye choirs of angels,And let the celestial courts his praise repeat;
Unto our God be glory in the highest,
O come and let us worship at his feet
137
[On Jordan's stormy banks I stand]
On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,And cast a wishful eye,
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.
O the transporting, rapturous scene,
That rises to my sight,
Sweet fields array'd in living green,
And rivers of delight.
138
[How happy is the pilgrim's lot]
How happy is the pilgrim's lot,How free from anxious care and thought,
From worldly hope and fear;
Confined to neither court nor cell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell,
He only sojourns here.
139
[He comes! he comes! the Judge severe! halle, hallelujah]
He comes! he comes! the Judge severe! halle, hallelujah!The seventh trumpet speaks him near! halle, hallelujah!
His lightning flash and thunder roll halle, hallelujah!
How welcome to the faithful soul, O halle, hallelujah!
140
[Rejoice, my friends, the Lord is King]
[1]
Rejoice, my friends, the Lord is King,Let all prepare to take him in,
Let Jacob rise, and Zion sing,
And all the earth with praises ring,
And give to Jesus glory
2
O! may the desert land rejoice,And mourners hear the Saviour's voice;
While praise their every tongue employs,
And all obtain immortal joys,
And give to Jesus glory.
3
O! may the saints of every nameUnite to praise the bleeding Lamb!
May jars and discords cease to flame,
And all the Saviour's love proclaim,
And give to Jesus glory.
4
I long to see the Christians joinIn union sweet, and peace divine;
When every church with grace shall shine,
And grow in Christ the living vine,
And give to Jesus glory.
5
Come, parents, children, bond, and free,Come, who will go along with me?
I'm bound fair Canaan's land to see,
And shout with saints eternally.
And give to Jesus glory.
6
Those beauteous fields of living green,By faith my joyful eyes have seen;
Though Jordan's billows roll between,
We soon shall cross the narrow stream,
And give to Jesus glory.
7
A few more days of pain and wo,A few more suffering scenes below,
And then to Jesus we shall go,
Where everlasting pleasures flow,
And there we'll give him glory.
8
That awful trumpet soon will sound,And shake the vast creation round,
And call the nations under ground,
And all the saints shall then be crown'd,
And give to Jesus glory.
9
Then shall our tears be wiped away,No more our feet shall ever stray;
When we are freed from cumbrous clay
We'll praise the Lord in endless day
And give to Jesus glory
141
[Hail, Columbia! happy land]
Hail, Columbia! happy land!Hail, ye heroes, heav'n-born band!
Who fought and bled in freedom's cause,
Who fought and bled in freedom's cause.
And when the storm of war is gone,
Enjoy the peace your valour won;
Let independence be your boast,
Ever mindful what it cost;
Ever grateful for the prize,
Let its altar reach the skies.
Firm, united, let us be,
Rallying round our liberty.
As a band of brothers join'd,
Peace and safety we shall find.
143
[Good morning, brother pilgrim]
[1]
Good morning, brother pilgrim,What, bound for Canaan's coast?
March you towards Jerusalem,
To join the heav'nly host?
Pray, wherefore are you smiling,
While tears run down your face?
We soon shall cease from toiling,
And reach that heav'nly place.
2
To Canaan's coast we'll hasten,To join the heavenly throng,
Hark! from the banks of Jordan,
How sweet the pilgrims' song!
Their Jesus they are viewing,
By faith we see him too,
We smile, and weep, and praise him,
And on our way pursue
3
Though sinners do despise us,And treat us with disdain,
Our former comrades slight us
Esteem us low and mean
No earthly joy shall charm us,
While marching on our way,
Our Jesus will defend us,
In the distressing day.
4
The frowns of old companions,We're willing to sustain,
And in divine compassion,
To pray for them again;
For Christ, our loving Saviour,
Our Comforter and Friend,
Will bless us with his favour,
And guide us to the end.
4
With streams of consolation,We're filled as with new wine.
We die to transient pleasures,
And live to things divine.
We sink in holy raptures
While viewing things above
Why glory to my Saviour
My soul is full of love
144
[O come, come away! the Sabbath morn is passing]
1.
O come, come away! the Sabbath morn is passing;Let's hasten to the Sabbath school; O come, come away!
The Sabbath bells are ringing clear,
Their joyous peals salute my ear,
I love their voice to hear; O come, come away!
2.
My comrades invite to join their happy number,And gladly will I meet them there; O come, come away!
'Tis there we meet to sing and pray,
To read God's word on his glad day,
With joy let's haste away, O come, come away!
3.
While others may seek for vain and foolish pleasures,The Sabbath school shall be my choice; O come, come away!
How dear to hear the plaintive strain,
From youthful voices rise amain,
With sweetest tones again! O come, come away!
4.
'Tis there I may learn the ways of heavenly wisdom,To guide my feeble steps on high; O come, &c.
The flow'ry paths of peace to tread.
Where rays of heavenly bliss are shed,
My wand'ring steps to lead: O come, &c.
5.
I there hear the voice in heavenly accents speaking,“Let little children come to me; O come, &c.
Forbid them not their hearts to give,
Let them on me in youth believe,
And I will them receive:” O come, &c.
6.
With joy I accept the gracious invitation;My heart exults with rapturous hope, O come, &c.
My deathless spirit, when I die,
Shall, on the wings of angels, fly
To mansions in the sky: O come, &c.
145
[Thou great, mysterious God unknown]
Thou great, mysterious God unknown,Whose love hath gently led me on,
E'en from my infant days.
My inmost soul expose to view,
And tell me if I ever knew
Thy justifying grace.
146
[Hear the royal proclamation]
[1]
Hear the royal proclamation,The glad tidings of salvation,
Publishing to every creature,
To the ruin'd sons of nature;
Chorus.
Jesus reigns, he reigns victorious,Over heav'n and earth most glorious,
Jesus reigns.
2
See the royal banner flying,Hear the heralds loudly crying,
“Rebel sinners, royal favour
Now is offer'd by the Saviour.”
Jesus reigns, &c.
3
Hear, ye sons of wrath and ruin,Who have wrought your own undoing,
Here is life and free salvation,
Offer'd to the whole creation.
Jesus reigns, &c.
4
Turn unto the Lord most holy,Shun the paths of vice and folly;
Turn, or you are lost for ever,
O! now turn to God the Saviour.
Jesus reigns, &c.
147
[What sorrowful sounds do I hear]
[1]
What sorrowful sounds do I hearMove slowly along in the gale?
How solemn they fall on my ear,
As softly they pass through the vale.
Sweet Corydon's notes are all o'er,
Now lonely he sleeps in the clay,
His cheeks bloom with roses no more,
Since death call'd his spirit away.
2
Sweet woodbines will rise round his feet,And willows their sorrowing wave;
Young hyacinths freshen and bloom,
While hawthorns encircle his grave.
Each morn when the sun gilds the east,
(The green grass bespangled with dew,)
He'll cast his bright beams on the west,
To charm the sad Caroline's view.
3
O Corydon! hear the sad criesOf Caroline, plaintive and slow;
O spirit! look down from the skies,
And pity thy mourner below;
'Tis Caroline's voice in the grove,
Which Philomel hears on the plain;
Then striving the mourner to soothe,
With sympathy joins in her strain.
4
Ye shepherds so blithesome and young,Retire from your sports on the green,
Since Corydon's deaf to my song,
The wolves tear the lambs on the plain;
Each swain round the forest will stray
And sorrowing hang down his head,
His pipe then in symphony play,
Some dirge to sweet Corydon's shade.
5
And when the still night has unfurl'dHer robes o'er the hamlet around,
Gray twilight retires from the world,
And darkness encumbers the ground,
I'll leave my own gloomy abode,
To Corydon's urn will I fly,
There kneeling will bless the just God
Who dwells in bright mansions on high
148
[When Gabriel's awful trump shall sound]
When Gabriel's awful trump shall sound,
And rend the rocks, convulse the ground,
And give to time her utmost bound,
Ye dead, arise to judgment;
See lightnings flash and thunders roll,
See earth wrapt up like parchment scroll;
Comets blaze, Sinners raise,
Dread amaze,
Horrors seize
The guilty sons of Adam's race,
Unsaved from sin by Jesus.
And rend the rocks, convulse the ground,
And give to time her utmost bound,
Ye dead, arise to judgment;
See lightnings flash and thunders roll,
See earth wrapt up like parchment scroll;
Comets blaze, Sinners raise,
Dread amaze,
Horrors seize
The guilty sons of Adam's race,
Unsaved from sin by Jesus.
The Christian fill'd with rapturous joy,
Midst flaming worlds he mounts on high,
To meet the Saviour in the sky,
And see the face of Jesus;
The soul and body reunite.
And fill'd with glory infinite.
Blessed day, Christians say!
Will you pray.
That we may
All join the happy company,
To praise the name of Jesus.
Midst flaming worlds he mounts on high,
To meet the Saviour in the sky,
And see the face of Jesus;
The soul and body reunite.
And fill'd with glory infinite.
Blessed day, Christians say!
Will you pray.
That we may
All join the happy company,
To praise the name of Jesus.
149
[See the Lord of glory dying]
See the Lord of glory dying!See him gasping! hear him crying!
See his burden'd bosom heave!
Look, ye sinners, ye that hung him;
Look, how deep your sins have stung him;
Dying sinners, look and live.
150
[Come, all ye mourning pilgrims dear]
[1]
Come, all ye mourning pilgrims dear,Who're bound for Canaan's land,
Take courage and fight valiantly,
Stand fast with sword in hand;
Our Captain's gone before us,
Our Father's only Son,
Then, pilgrims dear, pray, do not fear,
But let us follow on.
2
We have a howling wilderness,To Canaan's happy shore,
A land of dearth, and pits, and snares,
Where chilling winds do roar.
But Jesus will be with us,
And guard us by the way;
Though enemies examine us,
He'll teach us what to say
3
The pleasant fields of paradise,So glorious to behold,
The valleys clad in living green,
The mountains paved with gold:
The trees of life with heavenly fruit,
Behold how rich they stand
Blow, gentle gales, and bear my soul
To Canaan's happy land.
4
Sweet rivers of salvation allThrough Canaan's land do roll,
The beams of day bring glittering scenes
Illuminate my soul;
There's ponderous clouds of glory,
All set in diamonds bright;
And there's my smiling Jesus,
Who is my heart's delight.
5
Already to my raptured sight,The blissful fields arise,
And plenty spreads her smiling stores,
Inviting to my eyes.
O sweet abode of endless rest,
I soon shall travel there,
Nor earth nor all her empty joys
Shall long detain me here
6
Come, all you pilgrim travellers,Fresh courage take by me;
Meantime I'll tell you how I came,
This happy land to see;
Through faith the glorious telescope
I view'd the worlds above,
And God the Father reconciled,
Which fills my heart with love
151
[The Lamb appears to wipe our tears]
The Lamb appears to wipe our tears,And to complete our glory;
Then shall we rest with all the blest,
And tell the lovely story.
To sit and tell Christ loved us well,
And that when we were sinners;
Heaven will ring, while saints do sing,
“Glory to the Redeemer.”
152
[Ye children of Jesus, who're bound for the kingdom]
[1]
Ye children of Jesus, who're bound for the kingdom,Attune all your voices, and help me to sing
Sweet anthems of praises to my loving Jesus,
For he is my prophet, my priest, and my king;
When Jesus first found me astray
I was going, His love did surround me, and saved me from ruin,
He kindly embraced me, and freely he bless'd me,
And taught me aloud his sweet praises to sing.
2
Why should you go mourning from such a physician,Come to him believing, though bad your condition,
My soul he hath healed, my heart he rejoices,
I'll serve him, and praise him, and always adore him
Who's able and willing your sickness to cure
His Father has promised your case to ensure:
He brought me to Zion, to hear the glad voices,
Till we meet in heaven where parting's no more
153
[Bless, O my soul, the living God]
1.
Bless, O my soul, the living God,Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad;
Let all the pow'rs within me join
In work and worship so divine.
2.
Bless, O my soul, the God of grace;His favours claim the highest praise:
Why should the wonders he has wrought
Be lost in silence and forgot?
3.
Let the whole earth his pow'r confess,Let the whole earth adore his grace;
The Gentile with the Jew shall join
In work and worship so divine.
[Thou great Instructor, lest I stray]
1
Thou great Instructor, lest I stray,Oh! teach my erring feet thy way:
Thy truth, with ever fresh delight,
Shall guide my doubtful steps aright.
2.
How oft my heart's affections yield,And wander o'er the world's wide field,
My roving passions, Lord, reclaim,
Unite them all to fear thy name.
3
Then, to my God, my heart and tongue,With all their pow'rs, shall raise the song:
On earth thy glories I'll declare,
Till heav'n th'immortal notes shall hear.
154
[Lord, what a feeble piece]
1.
Lord, what a feeble pieceIs this our mortal frame!
Our life, how poor a trifle 'tis,
That scarce deserves the name!
2.
Alas! 'twas brittle clayThat built our body first!
And ev'ry month and ev'ry day
'Tis mould'ring back to dust.
3.
Our moments fly apace,Our feeble powers decay;
Swift as a flood our hasty days
Are sweeping us away.
4.
Yet if our days must fly,We'll keep their end in sight,
We'll spend them all in wisdom's ways,
And let them speed their flight.
5.
They'll waft us sooner o'erThis life's tempestuous sea:
Soon shall we reach the peaceful shore,
Of blest eternity.
[Welcome, sweet day of rest]
1.
Welcome, sweet day of rest,That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.
2.
The king himself comes near,To feast his saints today;
Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
3.
One day amid the placeWhere my dear God hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.
4.
My willing soul would stayIn such a frame as this.
And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss
155
[Hail, solitude! thou gentle queen]
[1]
Hail, solitude! thou gentle queen,Of modest air and brow serene,
'Tis thou inspires the poet's theme,
Wrapp'd in sweet vision's airy dream.
2
Parent of virtue, muse of thought,By thee are saints and patriots taught
Wisdom to thee her treasures owe,
And in thy lap fair science grow.
3
Whate'er's in thee, refines and charms,Excites to thought, to virtue warms;
Whate'er is perfect, firm and good,
We owe to thee, sweet solitude.
4
With thee the charms of life shall last,E'en when the rosy bloom is past;
When slowly pacing time shall spread
Thy silver blossoms o'er my head.
5
No more with this vain world perplex'd,Thou shalt prepare me for the next
The spring of life shall gently cease,
And angels waft my soul to peace.
156
[Lift up your heads, Immanuel's friends, O halle, hallelujah]
[1]
Lift up your heads, Immanuel's friends, O halle, hallelujah,And taste the pleasure Jesus sends, O halle, hallelujah.
Let nothing cause you to delay, O halle, hallelujah,
But hasten on the good old way, O halle, hallelujah!
2
Our conflicts here, though great they be,Shall not prevent our victory,
If we but watch, and strive, and pray,
Like soldiers in the good old way.
CHORUS.
And I'll sing hallelujah,And glory be to God on high;
And I'll sing hallelujah,
There's glory beaming from the sky.
3
O good old way, how sweet thou art!May none of us from thee depart,
But may our actions always say,
We're marching on the good old way.
And I'll sing, &c.
4
Though Satan may his power employ,Our peace and comfort to destroy,
Yet never fear, we'll gain the day,
And triumph in the good old way
And I'll sing, &c.
5
And when on Pisgah's top we stand,And view by faith the promised land,
Then we may sing, and shout, and pray
And march along the good old way.
And I'll sing, &c.
6
Ye valiant souls, for heaven contend;Remember glory's at the end;
Our God will wipe all tears away,
When we have run the good old way.
And I'll sing, &c.
7
Then far beyond this mortal shore,We'll meet with those who're gone before
And him we'll praise in endless day,
Who brought us on the good old way
And I'll sing, &c.
157
[And words of peace reveal]
How beauteous are their feetWho stand on Zion's hill;
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.
158
[Farewell, farewell, farewell, my friends]
[1]
Farewell, farewell, farewell, my friends,I must be gone, I have no home or stay with you;
I'll take my staff and travel on,
Till I a better world can view.
I'll march to Canaan's land,
I'll land on Canaan's shore,
Where pleasures never end,
And troubles come no more.
Farewell, my loving friends, farewell.
2
Farewell, &c. my friends, time rolls along,Nor waits for mortal cares or bliss,
I'll leave you here, and travel on
Till I arrive where Jesus is,
I'll march, &c.
Farewell, &c.
3
Farewell, &c. dear brethren in the Lord,To you I'm bound with cords of love
But we believe his gracious word,
We all ere long shall meet above,
I'll march, &c.
Farewell, &c.
4
Farewell, &c. ye blooming sons of God,Sore conflicts yet remain for you;
But dauntless keep the heavenly road
Till Canaan's happy land you view
I'll march, &c.
Farewell, farewell, farewell, my loving.
159
[My soul, be on thy guard]
1.
My soul, be on thy guard,Ten thousand foes arise;
And hosts of sin are pressing hard
To draw thee from the skies.
2.
O watch, and fight, and pray,The battle ne'er give o'er;
Renew it loudly every day,
And help divine implore.
3.
Ne'er think the victory won,Nor once at ease sit down;
Thy arduous work will not be done
Till thou hast got the crown.
4.
Fight on, my soul, till deathShall bring thee to thy God;
He'll take thee at thy parting breath,
Up to his rest above.
[Come, thou Almighty king]
1.
Come, thou Almighty king,Help us thy name to sing,
Help us to praise;
Father, all glorious,
O'er all victorious,
Come and reign over us,
Ancient of days.
2.
Come, thou incarnate Word,Gird on thy mighty sword,
Our prayer attend;
Come, and thy people bless,
And give thy word success:
Spirit of holiness,
On us descend.
3.
Come, holy Comforter,Thy sacred witness bear
In this glad hour.
Thou who almighty art,
Now rule in every heart,
And ne'er from us depart,
Spirit of power.
4.
To the great One and ThreeThe highest praises be,
Hence—evermore!
His sovereign majesty
May we in glory see,
And to eternity
Love and adore.
160
[Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee]
Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee;Tho' sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb;
The Saviour has pass'd thro' its portals before thee,
And the lamp of his life is thy guide thro' the gloom,
161
[O, if my soul was form'd for wo]
O, if my soul was form'd for wo,How would I vent my sighs!
Repentance should like rivers flow,
From both my streaming eyes.
'Twas for my sins my dearest Lord
Hung on that cursed tree, Hung, &c.
And groan'd away his dying life, And groan'd, &c.
For thee, my soul, for thee, For thee, &c.
162
[Great God, attend while Zion sings]
Great God, attend while Zion singsThe joy that from thy presence springs;
To spend one day with thee on earth,
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.
163
[Young people all, attention give]
Young people all, attention give,And hear what I do say;
I want your souls in Christ to live,
In everlasting day;
Remember, you are hast'ning on,
To death's dark, gloomy shade
Your joys on earth will soon be gone,
Your flesh in dust be laid
164
[Along the banks where Babel's current flows]
Along the banks where Babel's current flows,Our captive bands in deep despondence stray'd,
While Zion's fall in sad remembrance rose,
Her friends, her children, mingled with the dead.
165
[Children of the heavenly King]
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.
[Sinner, art thou still secure]
1.
Sinner, art thou still secure?Wilt thou still refuse to pray?
Can thy heart or hand endure.
In the Lord's avenging day.
2.
At his presence nature shakes,Earth affrighted hastes to flee;
Solid mountains melt like wax,
What will then become of thee?
3.
Who his coming may abide?You that glory in your shame,
Will you find a place to hide
When the world is wrapp'd in flame?
4.
Lord, prepare us by thy grace,Soon we must resign our breath;
And our souls be call'd to pass
Through the iron gate of death.
166
[Sweet rivers of redeeming love]
Sweet rivers of redeeming love,Lie just before mine eyes,
Had I the pinions of a dove,
I'd to those rivers fly;
I'd rise superior to my pain.
With joy outstrip the wind,
I'd cross o'er Jordan's stormy waves,
And leave the world behind.
167
[No burning heats by day]
No burning heats by day,Nor blasts of evening air,
Shall take my health away,
If God be with me there.
Thou art my sun and thou my shade,
To guard my head by night or noon.
168
[Thy praise, O Lord, shall tune the lyre]
1.
Thy praise, O Lord, shall tune the lyre,Thy love our joyful songs inspire;
To thee our cordial thanks be paid,
Our sure defence, our constant aid.
2.
Why then cast down, and why distress'd?And whence the grief that fills our breast?
In God we'll hope, to God we'll raise
Our songs of gratitude and praise.
[Lord, when my thoughts delighted rove]
1.
Lord, when my thoughts delighted roveAmid the wonders of thy love,
Sweet hope revives my drooping heart,
And bids intruding fears depart.
2.
Repentant sorrow fills my heart,But mingling joy allays the smart;
O may my future life declare
The sorrow and the joy sincere.
3.
Be all my heart and all my daysDevoted to my Saviour's praise;
And let my glad obedience prove
How much I owe, how much I love.
169
[Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I]
Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I,To mourn, and murmur, and repine;
To see the wicked placed on high,
In pride and robes of honour shine.
But O their end! their dreadful end!
Thy sanctuary taught me so;
On dippery rocks I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below.
170
[Early, my God, without delay]
Early, my God, without delay,I haste to seek thy face,
My thirsty spirit faints away,
Without thy cheering grace;
So pilgrims on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die.
172
[Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive]
1.
Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,O pity me, dear Saviour!
Let a repenting rebel live;
O pity me, dear Saviour!
Is there any mercy here,
O pity me, dear Lord, and I'll sing halle hallelujah!
O pity me, dear Lord, and I'll sing halle hallelujah!
2.
Are not thy mercies large and free?O pity me, dear Saviour!
May not a sinner trust in thee?
O pity me, dear Saviour!
Is there any mercy here, &c.
3.
My crimes are great, but don't surpassO pity me, dear Saviour,
The power and glory of thy grace;
O pity me, dear Saviour, &c.
4.
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,O pity me, dear Saviour,
So let thy pard'ning love be found,
O pity me, dear Saviour, &c.
5.
O! wash my soul from every sin!O pity me, dear Saviour,
And make my guilty conscience clean!
O pity me, dear Saviour, &c.
6.
Here on my heart the burden lies,O pity me, dear Saviour,
And past offences pain my eyes,
O pity me, dear Saviour, &c.
7.
My lips with shame my sins confess,O pity me, dear Saviour,
Against thy law, against thy grace;
O pity me, dear Saviour, &c.
8.
Lord, should thy judgments grow severe,O pity me, dear Saviour,
I am condemn'd, but thou art clear.
O pity me, dear Saviour, &c.
9.
Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,O pity me, dear Saviour,
I must pronounce thee just in death
O pity me, dear Saviour, &c.
10.
And if my soul were sent to hell,O pity me, dear Saviour,
Thy righteous law approves it well
O pity me, dear Saviour, &c.
11.
Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,O pity me, dear Saviour,
Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word,
O pity me, dear Saviour, &c.
12.
Would light on some sweet promise there,O pity me, dear Saviour,
Some sure support against despair,
O pity me, dear Saviour, &c.
173
[Sweet is the work, my God, my King]
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 truths at night.
2.
Sweet is the day of sacred rest,No mortal cares shall seize my breast:
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound!
3.
My heart shall triumph in my Lord,And bless his works, and bless his word:
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep thy counsels! how divine!
[My refuge is the God of love]
My refuge is the God of love;My foes insult and cry,
Fly like a trembling, tim'rous dove,
To distant mountains fly,
Since I have placed my trust in God,
A refuge always nigh.
Why should I like a tim'rous bird,
To distant mountains fly,
175
[The hill of Zion yields]
The hill of Zion yieldsA thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
Then let your songs abound,
And ev'ry tear be dry;
We're marching through Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.
177
[With songs and honours sounding loud]
With songs and honours sounding loud,Address the Lord on high,
Over the heav'ns he spreads his clouds,
And waters veil the sky.
He sends his showrs of blessings down
To cheer the plains below;
He makes the grass the mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow.
178
[From all that dwell below the skies]
From all that dwell below the skies,Let the Creator's praise arise;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Through ev'ry land by ev'ry tongue.
Eternal are thy mercies, Lord,
Eternal truth attends thy word;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till sun shall rise and set no more.
180
[Thy works of glory, mighty Lord]
Thy works of glory, mighty Lord,That rul'st the boist'rous sea,
The sons of courage shall record,
Who tempt the dang'rous way.
At thy command the winds arise,
And swell the tow'ring waves,
The men astonish'd mount the skies,
And sink in gaping graves.
181
[Plung'd in a gulf of dark despair]
1.
Plung'd in a gulf of dark despair,We wretched sinners lay,
Without one cheering beam of hope,
Or spark of glimm'ring day.
2.
With pitying eyes the Prince of PeaceBeheld our helpless grief:
He saw, and (Oh, amazing love!)
He ran to our relief.
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.
3.
Down from the shining seats aboveWith joyful haste he fled,
Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.
4.
Oh! for this love let rocks and hillsTheir lasting silence break,
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak.
5.
Angels, assist our mighty joys:Strike all your harps of gold;
But when you raise your highest notes
His love can ne'er be told.
[Wide, ye heavenly gates, unfold]
1.
Wide, ye heavenly gates, unfold,Closed no more by death and sin;
Lo! the conq'ring Lord behold,
Let the King of glory in.
Hark! th' angelic host inquire,
Who is he th' almighty King?
Hark, again, the answering choir,
Thus in songs of triumph sing.
Hallelujah! hallelujah!
2.
He, whose powerful arm alone,On his foes destruction hurl'd;
He who hath the victory won,
He who saved a ruined world;—
He, who God's pure law fulfill'd,
Jesus, the incarnate Word;
He, whose truth with blood was seal'd;
He is heav'n's all-glorious Lord.
Hallelujah! hallelujah!
182
[When for eternal worlds we steer]
1.
When for eternal worlds we steer,And seas are calm, and skies are clear,
And faith in lively exercise,
And distant hills of Canaan rise.
The soul, for joy then claps her wings,
And loud her lovely sonnet sings,
I'm going home, I'm going home,
And loud her lovely sonnet sings, I'm going home.
2.
With cheerful hope, his eyes exploreEach landmark on the distant shore;
The trees of life—the pasture green,
The crystal stream, delightful scene:
Again for joy she plumes her wings,
And loud her lovely sonnet sings,
I'm almost home, I'm almost home,
And loud her lovely sonnet sings, I'm almost home.
3.
The nearer still she draws to land,More eager all her pow'rs expand;
With steady helm, and free bent sail,
Her anchor drops within the vail:
And now for joy she folds her wings,
And her celestial sonnet sings,
I'm home at last, I'm home at last,
And her celestial sonnet sings, I'm home at last
4.
She meets with those who are gone before,On heaven's high and genial shore
Around the dear Redeemer's feet,
And loud they shout, Our God and King,
And ceaseless hallelujahs sing,
We're safe at last, we're safe at last,
And ceaseless hallelujahs sing
We're safe at last.
183
[Approach, my soul, the mercy seat]
1.
Approach, my soul, the mercy seat,Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before his feet,
For none can perish there.
2.
Thy promise is my only plea,With this I venture nigh:
Thou call'st the burden'd soul to thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.
3.
Bow'd down beneath a load of sin,By Satan sorely prest,
By wars without, and fears within,
I come to thee for rest.
4.
Be thou my shield and hiding-place,That, shelter'd near thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell him thou hast died.
5.
O, wondrous love! to bleed and die,To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead his gracious name.
6.
“Poor tempest-toss'd soul, be still,My promised grace receive;”—
'Tis Jesus speaks—I must, I will,
I can, I do believe.
[Vital spark of heav'nly flame]
Vital spark of heav'nly flame,Quit, O quit this mortal frame;
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, flying, flying,
O! the pain, the bliss of dying.
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.
Hark! they whisper; angels say,
Sister spirit, come away
What is this absorbs me quite—
Steals my senses, shuts my sight?
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath,
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
The world recedes, it disappears,
Heav'n opens on my eyes,
My ears with sounds seraphic ring,
Lend, lend your wings! I mount, I fly!
O grave! where is thy victory?
O death! where is thy sting?
187
[I heard a great voice from heav'n, saying unto me]
I heard a great voice from heav'n, saying unto me,Write, From henceforth,
Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord.
Yea, saith the Spirit, for they rest,
From their labours and their works,
Which do follow them.
189
[The Lord is ris'n indeed! Hallelujah]
The Lord is ris'n indeed! Hallelujah!Now is Christ ris'n from the dead,
And become the first-fruit of them that slept.
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.
And did he rise?
hear it, ye nations! hear it, O ye dead!
He rose, he rose, he rose, he rose,
He burst the bars of death!
And triumph'd o'er the grave.
Then, then, then I rose,
then first humanity triumphant past the crystal ports of light,
and seiz'd eternal youth.
Man all immortal hail, hail,
Heaven, all lavish of strange gifts to man,
Thine's all the glory, man's the boundless bliss.
192
[Hark! ten thousand harps and voices]
Hark! ten thousand harps and voicesSound the note of praise above:
Jesus reigns, and heav'n rejoices;
Jesus reigns, the God of love:
See, he sits on yonder throne;
Jesus rules the world alone.
Hallelujah! hallelujah! hallelujah! Amen.
193
[Oh when shall I see Jesus]
Oh when shall I see Jesus,And reign with him above?
And from the flowing fountain,
Drink everlasting love?
I'm on my way to Canaan,
To the New Jerusalem.
[Jesus, grant us all a blessing]
1.
Jesus, grant us all a blessing,Send it down, Lord, from above;
May we all return home praying,
And rejoicing in thy love:
Farewell, brethren; farewell sisters,
Till we all shall meet again.
2
Jesus, pardon all our follies,Since together we have been;
Make us humble, make us holy,
Cleanse us all from every sin:
Farewell, brethren; farewell, sisters,
Till we all shall meet above.
3.
May thy blessing, Lord, go with usTo each one's respective home;
And the presence of our Jesus
Rest upon us every one:
Farewell, brethren; farewell, sisters,
Till we all shall meet at home.
194
[Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone]
1.
Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone,And we'll all shout together in that morning;
He whom I fix my hopes upon,
And we'll all shout together in that morning.
In that morning, in that morning,
And we'll all shout together in that morning.
And we'll all shout together in that morning.
2.
His track I see, and I'll pursue,And we'll all shout together in that morning;
The narrow way, till him I view,
And we'll all shout together in that morning.
In that morning, &c.
3.
The way the holy prophets went,And we'll all shout together, &c.
The road that leads from banishment,
And we'll all shout together, &c.
4.
The King's highway of holiness,And we'll all shout together, &c.
I'll go, for all his paths are peace,
And we'll all shout together, &c.
5.
This is the way I long have sought,And we'll all shout together, &c.
And mourn'd because I found it not;
And we'll all shout together, &c.
6.
My grief a burden long has been,And we'll all shout together, &c.
Because I was not saved from sin;
And we'll all shout together, &c.
7.
The more I strove against its power,And we'll all shout together, &c.
I felt its weight and guilt the more;
And we'll all shout together, &c.
8.
Till late I heard my Saviour say,And we'll all shout together, &c.
“Come hither, soul, I am the way,”
And we'll all shout together, &c.
9.
Lo! glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb,And we'll all shout together, &c.
Shalt take me to thee, whose I am;
And we'll all shout together, &c.
10.
Nothing but sin have I to give,And we'll all shout together, &c.
Nothing but love shall I receive:
And we'll all shout together, &c.
11.
Then will I tell to sinners round,And we'll all shout together, &c.
What a dear Saviour I have found;
And we'll all shout together, &c
12.
I'll point to thy redeeming love,And we'll all shout together, &c.
And say, “Behold the way to God!
And we'll all shout together, &c.
195
[Oh when shall I see Jesus]
1.
Oh when shall I see Jesus,And reign with him above?
And shall hear the trumpet sound in that morning.
And from the flowing fountain,
Drink everlasting love?
And shall hear the trumpet sound in that morning.
Shout, O glory! for I shall mount above the skies,
When I hear the trumpet sound in that morning.
When I hear the trumpet sound in that morning.
When shall I be deliver'd
From this vain world of sin?
And shall hear the trumpet sound in that morning.
And with my blessed Jesus
Drink endless pleasures in?
And shall hear the trumpet sound in that morning.
From this vain world of sin?
And shall hear the trumpet sound in that morning.
And with my blessed Jesus
Drink endless pleasures in?
And shall hear the trumpet sound in that morning.
Shout, O glory! for I shall mount above the skies,
When I hear the trumpet sound in that morning.
When I hear the trumpet sound in that morning.
2.
But now I am a soldier,My Captain's gone before;
He's given me my orders,
And bids me ne'er give o'er;
His promises are faithful—
A righteous crown he'll give,
And all his valiant soldiers
Eternally shall live.
Shout, &c.
3.
Through grace I feel determinedTo conquer, though I die,
And then away to Jesus,
On wings of love I'll fly:
Farewell to sin and sorrow,
I bid them both adieu!
And O my friends, prove faithful,
And on your way pursue.
Shout, &c.
4.
Whene'er you meet with troublesAnd trials on your way,
Then cast your care on Jesus,
And don't forget to pray.
Gird on the gospel armour
Of faith, and hope, and love,
And when the combat's ended,
He'll carry you above.
Shout, &c.
5.
Oh do not be discouraged,For Jesus is your friend;
And if you lack for knowledge,
He'll not refuse to lend.
Neither will he upbraid you,
Though often you request,
He'll give you grace to conquer,
And take you home to rest.
Shout, &c.
196
[Away from his home and the friends of his youth]
1.
Away from his home and the friends of his youth,He hasted, the herald of mercy and truth,
For the love of his Lord, and to seek for the lost;
Soon, alas! was his fall—but he died at his post.
2.
The stranger's eye wept, that in life's brightest bloomOne gifted so highly should sink to the tomb;
For in order he led in the van of the host,
And he fell like a soldier—he died at his post.
3.
He wept not himself that his warfare was done;The battle was fought, and the victory won:
But he whisper'd of those whom his heart clung to most,
“Tell my brethren, for me, that I died at my post”
4.
He ask'd not a stone to be sculptured with verse;He ask'd not that fame should his merits rehearse;
But he ask'd, as a boon, when he gave up the ghost,
That his brethren might know that he died at his post.
5.
Victorious his fall—for he rose as he fellWith Jesus, his Master, in glory to dwell;
He has pass'd o'er the stream, and has reach'd the bright coast,
For he fell like a martyr—he died at his post
6.
And can we the words of his exit forget?Oh, no! they are fresh in our memory yet:
An example so brilliant shall never be lost,
We will fall in the work—we will die at our post.
197
[O'er the gloomy hills of darkness]
1.
O'er the gloomy hills of darkness,Look, my soul! be still and gaze;
All the promises do travail
With glorious day of grace:
Blessed jub'lee! Blessed jub'lee!
Let thy glorious morning dawn.
2.
Let the Indian, let the Negro,Let the rude barbarian see
That divine and glorious conquest
Once obtain'd on Calvary;
Let the gospel,
Loud resound from pole to pole.
3.
Kingdoms wide, that sit in darkness,Grant them, Lord, the glorious light,
And from eastern coast to western
May the morning chase the night:
And redemption
Freely purchased, win the day.
4.
May the glorious day approaching,On the grossest darkness dawn;
And the everlasting gospel
Spread abroad thy holy name—
All the borders
Of the great Emmanuel's land.
5.
Fly abroad, thou mighty Gospel,Win and conquer, never cease;
May thy lasting, wide dominions
Multiply and still increase;
Sway the sceptre,
Saviour, all the world around.
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[Jerusalem, my happy home]
1.
Jerusalem, my happy home,Oh how I long for thee!
When will my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys, when shall I see?
We're marching thro' Emmanuel's ground;
We soon shall hear the welcome trumpet sound.—
Oh, there we shall with Jesus dwell,
And never part again;
What, never part again?
No, never part again:
Oh, there we shall with Jesus dwell,
And never part again.
2.
Jesus, my Lord, to glory's gone;Him will I go and see;
And all my brethren, here below,
Will soon come after me.
We're marching, &c.
3.
Reach down, O Lord, thine arm of grace,And cause me to ascend
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths never end.
We're marching, &c.
199
[Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes]
1.
Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes,The Saviour promised long!
Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne,
And ev'ry voice a song.
On him the Spirit largely pour'd,
Exerts his sacred fire;
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love
His holy breast inspire.
2.
He comes, the pris'ners to release,In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.
He comes, from thickest films of vice,
To clear the mental ray;
And on the eyes oppress'd with night
To pour celestial day.
3.
He comes, the broken heart to bind,The bleeding soul to cure,
And with the treasures of his grace,
T' enrich the humble poor.
Our glad hosannahs, Prince of peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim,
And heav'n's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.
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[Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream]
1.
Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streamOur Saviour at midnight, when moonlight's pale beam
Shone bright on thy waters, would frequently stray,
And lose in thy murmurs the toils of the day.
2.
How damp were the vapors that fell on his head!How hard was his pillow! how humble his bed!
The angels, astonish'd, grew sad at the sight,
And follow'd their Master with solemn delight.
3.
O garden of Olivet, dear honour'd spot!The fame of thy wonder shall ne'er be forgot;
The theme most transporting to seraphs above,
The triumph of sorrow, the triumph of love.
4.
Come, saints and adore him; come, bow at his feet!Oh, give him the glory, the praise that is meet;
Let joyful hosannas unceasingly rise,
And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies.
[I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valley]
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valley;As the lily among the thorns, so is my love among the daughters;
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons.
I sat down under his shadow with great delight.
And his fruit was sweet to my taste;
He brought me to the banqueting house, his banner over me was love.
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples,
For I am sick of love:
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem,
By the roes, and by the hinds of the field,
That you stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
The voice of my beloved,
Behold! he cometh, leaping upon the mountains, skipping, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
My beloved spake, and said unto me,
Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.
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[I beheld, and lo a great multitude, which no man could number]
I beheld, and lo a great multitude, which no man could number,Thousands of thousands, and ten times thousands,
Stood before the Lamb, and they had palms in their hands, and they cease not day nor night, saying,
Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty,
Which was, and is, and is to come.
And I heard a mighty angel flying through the midst of heav'n, crying with a loud voice,
Wo, wo, wo, wo,
Be unto the earth by reason of the trumpet which is yet to sound.
And when the last trumpet sounded, the great men and nobles, rich men and poor, bond and free, gathered themselves together, and cried to the rocks and mountains to fall upon them, and hide them from the face of Him that sitteth on the throne,
For the great day of the Lord is come, and who shall be able to stand?
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[The morning sun shines from the east]
The morning sun shines from the east,And spreads his glories to the west,
All nations with his beams are blest,
Where'er the radiant light appears.
So science spreads her lucid ray
O'er lands which long in darkness lay
She visits fair Columbia,
And sets her sons among the stars.
Fair freedom her attendant waits,
To bless the portals of her gates,
To crown the young and rising states
With laurels of immortal day:
The British yoke, the Gallic chain,
Was urged upon our necks in vain,
All haughty tyrants we disdain,
And shout, Long live America.
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[David the king was grieved and moved]
David the king was grieved and moved,He went to his chamber, his chamber, and wept;
And as he went he wept, and said, O my son!
Would to God I had died,
For thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!
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[My friends, I am going a long and tedious journey]
My friends, I am going a long and tedious journey,Never to return.
Fare you well, my friends.
And God grant we may meet together in that world above,
Where trouble shall cease and harmony shall abound,
hark! hark! my dear friends, for death hath call'd me,
And I must go, and lie down in the cold and silent grave,
Where the mourners cease from mourning, and the pris'ner is set free;
Where the rich and the poor are both alike;
Fare you well, my friends.
My friends, I am going a long and tedious journey,
Never to return.
I am going a long journey, Never to return.
Fare you well, my friends.
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