The Southern harmony, and musical companion containing a choice collection of tunes, hymns, psalms, odes, and anthems |
 | 1. | PART I.
CONTAINING MOST OF THE PLAIN AND EASY TUNES COMMONLY USED IN TIME OF DIVINE WORSHIP. |
 | 2. |
|
 | The Southern harmony, and musical companion |  |
1
1. PART I.
CONTAINING MOST OF THE PLAIN AND EASY TUNES COMMONLY USED IN TIME OF DIVINE WORSHIP.
[Young people all, attention give]
[1]
Young people all, attention give,And hear what I shall say;
I wish your souls with 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.
2
Death's iron gate you must pass through,Ere long, my dear young friends;
With whom then do you think to go,
With saints or fiery fiends?
Pray meditate before too late,
While in a gospel land,
Behold King Jesus at the gate,
Most lovingly doth stand
3
Young men, how can you turn your faceFrom such a glorious friend;
Will you pursue your dang'rous ways?
O don't you fear the end?
Will you pursue that dang'rous road
Which leads to death and hell?
Will you refuse all peace with God,
With devils for to dwell?
4
Young women too, what will you do,If out of Christ you die?
From all God's people you must go,
To weep, lament, and cry:
Where you the least relief can't find,
To mitigate your pain;
Your good things all be left behind,
Your souls in death remain
5
Young people all, I pray then viewThe fountain open'd wide;
The spring of life open'd for sin,
Which flow'd from Jesus' side;
There you may drink in endless joy,
And reign with Christ your king,
In his glad notes your souls employ,
And hallelujahs sing.
2
[Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched]
1
Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched,Weak and wounded, sick and sore,
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and pow'r.
He is able, He is able,
He is willing: Doubt no more.
2
Ho! ye thirsty, come and welcome,God's free bounty, glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings us nigh,
Without money, Without money,
Come to Jesus Christ and buy.
2
Let not conscience make you linger,Nor of fitness fondly dream,
All the fitness he requireth,
Is to feel your need of him;
This he gives you;
'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
4
Come, ye weary, heavy laden,Lost and ruin'd by the fall;
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all:
Not the righteous,
Sinners Jesus came to call.
5
View him prostrate in the garden,On the ground your Saviour lies
On the bloody tree behold him
Hear him cry before he dies—
“It is finish'd!”
Sinners, will not this suffice?
6
Lo! th' incarnate God ascending,Pleads the merit of his blood;
Venture on him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude:
None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
7
Saints and angels, join'd in concert,Sing the praises of the Lamb;
While the blissful seats of heaven
Sweetly echo with his name
Hallelujah!
Sinners here may sing the same
3
[Salvation! O the joyful sound]
1
Salvation! O the joyful sound!'Tis pleasure to our ears;
A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears
2
Buried in sorrow and in sin,At hell's dark door we lay,
But we arise by grace divine,
To see a heav'nly day
3
Salvation! let the echo flyThe spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.
[Thou Man of grief, remember me]
Thou Man of grief, remember me;Thou never canst thyself forget
Thy last expiring agony—
Thy fainting pangs and bloody sweat.
4
[To-day, if you will hear his voice]
To-day, if you will hear his voice,Now is the time to make your choice;
Say, will you to Mount Zion go?
Say, will you have this Christ, or no?
[Come, humble sinner, in whose breast]
[1]
Come, humble sinner, in whose breastA thousand thoughts revolve,
Come with your guilt and fear opprest,
And make this last resolve.
2
I'll go to Jesus, though my sinHath like a mountain rose;
I know his courts, I'll enter in
Whatever may oppose.
3
Prostrate I'll lie before his throneAnd there my guilt confess,
I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone
Without his sovereign grace
4
I'll to the gracious King approach,Whose sceptre pardon gives;
Perhaps he may command my touch,
And then the suppliant lives.
5
Perhaps he may admit my plea,Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there
6
I can but perish if I go,I am resolv'd to try;
For if I stay away, I know
I must for ever die.
7
But if I die with mercy sought,When I the King have tried,
This were to die (delightful thought
As sinner never died.
5
[O thou who hear'st when sinners cry]
O thou who hear'st when sinners cryTho' all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book.
[Mercy, O thou Son of David]
Mercy, O thou Son of David!Thus blind Bartimeus pray'd:
Others by thy grace are saved,
O vouchsafe to me thine aid.
6
[Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone]
Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone—He whom I fix'd my hopes upon;
His track I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way till him I view.
[Children of the heav'nly King]
Children of the heav'nly King,As ye journey sweetly sing:
Sing your Saviour's worthiest praise,
Glorious in his works and ways
7
[Grace! 'tis a charming sound]
1
Grace! 'tis a charming sound:Harmonious to the ear!
Heav'n with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
2
Grace first contrived the wayTo save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.
3
Grace first inscribed my nameIn God's eternal book;
'Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb,
Who all my sorrows took.
4
Grace led my roving feetTo tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.
5
Grace taught my soul to pray,And made my eyes o'erflow;
'Twas grace that kept me to this day,
And will not let me go.
6
Grace all the work shall crown,Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone.
And well deserves the praise
[Did Christ o'er sinner's weep]
1.
Did Christ o'er sinner's weep?And shall our cheeks be dry?
Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from ev'ry eye.
2.
The Son of God in tears,Angels with wonder see,
Be thou astonish'd, O my soul!
He shed those tears for thee.
3.
He went that we might weep,Each sin demands a tear,
In heav'n alone no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there
8
[Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound)]
1
Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound)That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see
2
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,And grace my fears relieved:
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed!
3
Through many dangers, toils, and snares,I have already come;
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
4
The Lord has promised good to me,His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.
5
Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
6
The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who call'd me here below,
Will be for ever mine.
[Lord I cannot let thee go]
Lord I cannot let thee go,Till a blessing thou bestow;
Do not turn away thy face,
Mine's an urgent, pressing case.
9
[As on the cross the Saviour hung]
As on the cross the Saviour hung,
And wept, and bled, and died,
He pour'd salvation on a wretch,
That languish'd at his side.
His crimes with inward grief and shame,
The penitent confess'd;
Then turn'd his dying eyes to Christ,
And thus his prayer address'd:
And wept, and bled, and died,
He pour'd salvation on a wretch,
That languish'd at his side.
His crimes with inward grief and shame,
The penitent confess'd;
Then turn'd his dying eyes to Christ,
And thus his prayer address'd:
‘Jesus, thou Son and heir of Heav'n!
Thou spotless Lamb of God!
I see thee bathed in sweat and tears,
And welt'ring in thy blood.
Yet quickly from these scenes of wo
In triumph thou shalt rise;
Burst thro' the gloomy shades of death,
And shine above the skies
Thou spotless Lamb of God!
I see thee bathed in sweat and tears,
And welt'ring in thy blood.
Yet quickly from these scenes of wo
In triumph thou shalt rise;
Burst thro' the gloomy shades of death,
And shine above the skies
“Amid the glories of that world,
Dear Saviour, think on me,
And in the victories of thy death,
Let me a sharer be.”
His prayer the dying Jesus hears,
And instantly replies,
To-day thy parting soul shall be
With me in Paradise.’
Dear Saviour, think on me,
And in the victories of thy death,
Let me a sharer be.”
His prayer the dying Jesus hears,
And instantly replies,
To-day thy parting soul shall be
With me in Paradise.’
10
[Come, we that love the Lord]
Come, we that love the Lord,And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne
[Am I a soldier of the cross]
1.
Am I a soldier of the cross,A follow'r of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?
Or blush to speak his name?
2.
Must I be carried to the skiesOn flow'ry beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed thro' bloody seas?
And sailed thro' bloody seas?
3
Are there no foes for me to face?Must I not stem the flood
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?
4
Sure I must fight, if I would reign;Increase my courage, Lord;
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.
5
Thy saints in all this glorious warShall conquer though they die
They see the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.
6
When that illustrious day shall rise,And all thy armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies
The glory shall be thine.
11
[Jesus my all to heav'n is gone]
1
Jesus my all to heav'n is gone,He whom I fix my hopes upon;
His track I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way till him I view
Chorus.
I'm on my journey home, to the new Jerusalem,So fare you well,
I am going home.
I'm on my journey home, to the new Jerusalem.
2
The way the holy prophets went;The road that leads from banishment;
The King's highway of holiness,
I'll go, for all his paths are peace.
3
This is the way I long have sought,And mourn'd because I found it not;
My grief a burden long has been,
Because I was not saved from sin.
4
The more I strove against its power,I felt its weight and guilt the more;
Till late I heard my Saviour say,
“Come hither, soul, I am the way.”
5
Lo! glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb,Shalt take me to thee, whose I am;
Nothing but sin have I to give,
Nothing but love shall I receive.
6
Then will I tell to sinners round,What a dear Saviour I have found
I'll point to thy redeeming blood.
And say “Behold the way to God!”
12
[How sweet the name of Jesus sounds]
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.
2
It makes the wounded spirit whole,And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest
And drives away his fear.
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
And to the weary rest.
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
And to the weary rest.
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.
3
Dear name! the rock on which I build,My shield and hiding-place;
My never-failing treasury, fill'd
With boundless stores of grace.
4
Jesus! my shepherd, husband, friend,My prophet, priest, and king;
My Lord, my life, my way, my end,
Accept the praise I bring.
5
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.
6
Till then I would thy love proclaimWith every fleeting breath;
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death
13
[Lord, what is man, poor feeble man]
Lord, what is man, poor feeble man!Born of the earth at first;
His life a shadow, light and vain,
Still hast'ning to the dust.
[Sweet is the day of sacred rest]
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.
14
[Dear friends, farewell, I do you tell]
[1]
Dear friends, farewell, I do you tell,Since you and I must part;
I go away, and here you stay,
But still we're join'd in heart.
Your love to me has been most free,
How can I bear to journey where
Your conversation sweet;
With you I cannot meet!
2
Yet do I find my heart inclinedTo do my work below:
When Christ doth call, I trust I shall
Be ready then to go.
I leave you all, both great and small,
In Christ's encircling arms,
Who can you save from the cold grave,
And shield you from all harm.
3
I trust you'll pray, both night and day,And keep your garments white,
For you and me, that we may be
The children of the light.
If you die first, anon you must,
The will of God be done
I hope the Lord will you reward,
With an immortal crown
4
If I'm call'd home whilst I am gone,Indulge no tears for me;
I hope to sing and praise my King,
To all eternity.
Millions of years over the spheres
Shall pass in sweet repose,
While beauty bright unto my sight
Thy sacred sweets disclose.
5
I long to go, then farewell wo,My soul will be at rest;
No more shall I complain or sigh,
But taste the heavenly feast.
O may we meet, and be complete,
And long together dwell,
And serve the Lord with one accord
And so, dear friends, farewell.
15
[O Thou in whose presence my soul takes delight]
[1]
O Thou in whose presence my soul takes delight,On whom in affliction I call,
My comfort by day and my song in the night,
My hope, my salvation, my all.
2
Where dost thou at noontide resort with thy sheep,To feed on the pasture of love?
For why in the valley of death should I weep—
Alone in the wilderness rove?
3
O why should I wander an alien from thee,Or cry in the desert for bread?
My foes would rejoice when my sorrows they see,
And smile at the tears I have shed,
4
Ye daughters of Zion, declare, have you seenThe Star that on Israel shone;
Say if in your tents my Beloved hath been
And where with his flock he hath gone.
5
This is my Beloved, his form is divine,His vestments shed odours around;
The locks on his head are as grapes on the vine,
When autumn with plenty is crown'd.
6
The roses of Sharon, the lilies that growIn vales on the banks of the streams;
His cheeks in the beauty of excellence blow,
His eye all invitingly beams.
7
His voice, as the sound of a dulcimer sweet,Is heard through the shadow of death,
The cedars of Lebanon bow at his feet,
The air is perfumed with his breath.
8
His lips as a fountain of righteousness flow,That waters the garden of grace,
From which their salvation the gentiles shall know
And bask in the smiles of his face.
9
Love sits on his eyelid and scatters delight,Through all the bright mansions on high;
Their faces the cherubim veil in his sight,
And tremble with fulness of joy.
10
He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice,And myriads wait for his word;
He speaks, and eternity, fill'd with his voice,
Re-echoes the praise of her Lord
16
[Hail the blest morn, see the great Mediator]
[1]
Hail the blest morn, see the great Mediator,Down from the regions of glory descend!
Shepherds, go worship the babe in the manger,
Lo, for his guard the bright angels attend.
Chorus.
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid;
Star in the east, the horizon adorning,
Guide where our infant Redeemer was laid.
2
Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining;Low lies his bed, with the beasts of the stall;
Angels adore him, in slumbers reclining,
Wise men and shepherds before him do fall.
Brightest and best, &c.
3
Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion,Odours of Eden, and offerings divine,
Gems from the mountain, and pearls from the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine?
Brightest and best, &c.
4
Vainly we offer each ample oblation,Vainly with gold we his favour secure,
Richer by far is the heart's adoration:
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor
Brightest and best, &c.
17
[Come away to the skies]
Come away to the skies.My beloved, arise,
And rejoice in the day thou wast born;
On this festival day,
Come exulting away,
And with singing to Zion return.
[Once more, my soul, the rising day]
1
Once more, my soul, the rising daySalutes thy waking eyes;
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To him that rules the skies.
2
Night unto night his name repeats,The day renews the sound,
Wide as the heav'n on which he sits,
To turn the seasons round.
3
'Tis he supports my mortal frame,My tongue shall speak his praise;
My sins would rouse his warm to flame,
And yet his wrath delays.
4
On a poor worm thy pow'r might tread,And I could ne'er withstand,
Thy justice might have crush'd me dead,
But mercy held thine hand.
5
A thousand wretched souls are fledSince the last setting sun,
And yet thou length'nest out my thread,
And yet my moments run.
6
Dear God, let all my hours be thine,Whilst I enjoy the light.
Then shall my sun in smiles decline
And bring a pleasant night.
18
[I am a great complainer, that bears the name of Christ]
1
I am a great complainer, that bears the name of Christ;Come, all ye Zion mourners, and listen to my cries:
I've many sore temptations, and sorrows to my soul;
I feel my faith declining, and my affections cold.
2
O Lord of life and glory, my sins to me reveal,And by thy love and power, my sin-sick soul be heal'd;
I thought my warfare over, no trouble I should see;
But now I'm like the lonely dove, that mourns on the wavering tree.
3
I wish it was with me now, as in the days of old,When the glorious light of Jesus was flowing in my soul;
But now I am distressed, and no relief can find,
With a hard deceitful heart, and a wretched wandering mind.
4
It is great pride and passion, beset me on my way,So I am fill'd with folly, and so neglect to pray;
While others run rejoicing, and seem to lose no time,
I am so weak I stumble, and so I'm left behind.
5
I read that peace and happiness meet Christians in their way,That bear their cross with meekness, and don't neglect to pray
But I, a thousand objects beset me in my way
So I am fill'd with folly, and so neglect to pray.
19
[The time is swiftly rolling on]
[1]
The time is swiftly rolling onWhen I must faint and die;
My body to the dust return,
And there forgotten lie.
2
Let persecution rage around,And Antichrist appear;
My silent dust beneath the ground;
There's no disturbance there.
3
Thro' heats and colds I've often went,And wander'd in despair,
To call poor sinners to repent,
And seek the Saviour dear.
4
My brother preachers, boldly speak,And stand on Zion's wall,
T' revive the strong, confirm the weak,
And after sinners call.
5
My brother preachers, fare you well,Your fellowship I love;
In time no more I shall you see
But soon we'll meet above.
6
My little children near my heart,And nature seems to bind,
It grieves me sorely to depart,
And leave you all behind.
7
O Lord, a father to them be,And keep them from all harm,
That they may love and worship thee,
And dwell upon thy charms.
8
My loving wife, my bosom friend,The object of my love,
The time's been sweet I've spent with you,
My sweet and harmless dove.
9
My loving wife, don't grieve for me,Neither lament nor mourn;
For I shall with my Jesus be,
When you are left alone.
10
How often you have look'd for me,And ofttimes seen me come;
But now I must depart from thee,
And never more return.
11
For I can never come to thee;Let this not grieve your heart,
For you will shortly come to me,
Where we shall never part.
This song was composed by the Rev. B. Hicks, (a Baptist minister of South Carolina,) and sent to his wife while he was confined in Tennessee by a fever of which be afterwards recovered
[Welcome, welcome, ev'ry guest]
Welcome, welcome, ev'ry guest,Welcome to our music feast:
Music is our only cheer,
Fill both soul and ravish'd ear;
Sacred Nine, teach us the mood.
Sweetest notes to be explored.
Softly swell the trembling air,
To complete our concert fair.
20
[How painfully pleasing the fond recollection]
1
How painfully pleasing the fond recollectionOf youthful connexion and innocent joy,
While blest with parental advice and affection,
Surrounded with mercy and peace from on high;
I still view the chairs of my father and mother,
The seats of their offspring, as ranged on each hand,
And the richest of books, which excels ev'ry other,
The family Bible that lay on the stand.
2
The Bible, that volume of God's inspiration,At morning and evening could yield us delight;
The prayers of our father, a sweet invocation,
For mercy by day and for safety by night;
O hymns of thanksgiving with harmonious sweetness,
As warm'd by the hearts of the family band,
Hath raised us from earth to that rapturous dwelling,
Described in the Bible that lay on the stand.
3
Ye scenes of enjoyment, long have we been parted,My hopes almost gone, and my parents no more;
In sorrow and sadness I live broken hearted,
And wander alone on a far distant shore;
O why should I doubt a dear Saviour's protection,
Forgetful of gifts from his bountiful hand;
O let me with patience receive his correction,
And think of the Bible that lay on the stand.
4
Blest Bible! the light and the guide of the stranger,With it I seem circled with parents and friends;
Thy kind admonition shall guide me from danger;
On thee my last lingering hope then depends.
Hope wakens to vigour and rises to glory;
I'll hasten and flee to the promised land,
And for refuge lay hold on the hope set before me,
Reveal'd in the Bible that lay on the stand.
5
Hail, rising the brightest and best of the morning,The star which has guided my parents safe home;
The beam of thy glory, my pathway adorning,
Shall scatter the darkness and brighten the gloom.
As the old Eastern sages to worship the stranger
Did hasten with ecstasy to Canaan's land,
I'll bow to adore him, not in a low manger,—
He's seen in the Bible that lay on the stand.
6
Though age and misfortune press hard on my feelings,I'll flee to the Bible, and trust in the Lord;
Though darkness should cover his merciful dealings,
My soul is still cheer'd by his heavenly word.
And now from things earthly my soul is removing
I soon shall glory with heaven's bright bands,
And in rapture of joy be forever adoring
The God of the Bible that lay on the stand.
22
[O come, loud anthems let us sing]
O come, loud anthems let us sing,Loud thanks to our Almighty King,
For we our voices high should raise,
When our salvation's Rock we praise.
[So fades the lovely, blooming flow'r]
So fades the lovely, blooming flow'r,Frail, smiling solace of an hour,
So soon our transient comforts fly,
And pleasure only blooms to die.
23
[Come, ye that love the Lord]
Come, ye that love the Lord,And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne,
And thus, &c.
[Mercy, O thou Son of David]
Mercy, O thou Son of David,Thus poor blind Bartimeus pray'd;
Others by thy grace are saved,
Now to me afford thine aid.
24
[The faithless world promiscuous flows]
The faithless world promiscuous flows,Enrapt in fancy's vision,
Allured by sounds, beguiled by show,
And empty dreams; they scarcely know
There is a brighter heaven.
[Will God for ever cast us off]
Will God for ever cast us off?His wrath for ever smoke
Against the people of his love,
His little chosen flock?
25
[Saw ye my Saviour]
Saw ye my Saviour,Saw ye my Saviour and God?
O he died on Calvary,
To atone for you and me,
And to purchase our pardon with blood.
[When shall we all meet again]
1
When shall we all meet again?Oft shall glowing hope expire,
Oft shall wearied love retire,
Oft shall death and sorrow reign,
Ere we all shall meet again.
2
Though in distant lands we sigh,Parch'd beneath a hostile sky,
Though the deep between us rolls
Friendship shall unite our souls,
And in fancy's wide domain,
Oft shall we all meet again.
3
When our burnish'd locks are gray,Thinn'd by many a toil-spent day,
When around the youthful pine
Moss shall creep and ivy twine;
Long may the loved bow'r remain,
Ere we all shall meet again.
4
When the dreams of life are fled,When its wasted lamps are dead,
When in cold oblivion's shade,
Beauty, fame, and wealth are laid,
Where immortal spirits reign.
There may we all meet again.
26
[I love my blessed Saviour]
1.
I love my blessed Saviour,I feel I'm in his favour,
And I am his for ever,
If I but faithful prove;
And now I'm bound for Canaan,
I feel my sins forgiven,
And soon shall get to heaven,
To sing redeeming love.
2.
Poor sinners may deride me,And unbelievers chide me,
But nothing shall divide me
From Jesus, my best friend.
Supported by power,
I long to see the hour
That bids my spirit tower,
And all my troubles end.
3.
The pleasing time is hast'ning,My tott'ring frame is wasting
While I'm engaged in praising,
Impelled by his love
When yonder shining orders,
Who sing on Canaan's borders,
Shall bear me to the Lord there
To praise his name above
27
[My soul, repeat his praise]
My soul, repeat his praise,Whose mercies are so great;
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.
[When I can read my title clear]
When I can read my title clear,To mansions in the skies,
I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear,
and wipe my weeping eyes.
28
[Afflictions, though they seem severe]
[1]
Afflictions, though they seem severe,Are oft in mercy sent,
They stopp'd the prodigal's career,
And caused him to repent.
[2]
Although he no relenting feltTill he had spent his store,
His stubborn heart began to melt
When famine pinch'd him sore
3
What have I gain'd by sin, he said,But hunger, shame, and fear?
My father's house abounds with bread,
Whilst I am starving here.
4
I'll go and tell him all I've done,Fall down before his face,
Not worthy to be called his son,
I'll ask a servant's place.
5
He saw his son returning back,He look'd, he ran, he smiled,
And threw his arms around the neck
Of his rebellious child.
6
Father, I've sinn'd, but O forgive.And thus the father said;
Rejoice, my house! my son's alive,
For whom I mourn'd as dead.
7
Now let the fatted calf be slain,Go spread the news abroad,
My son was dead, but lives again,
Was lost, but now is found.
8
'Tis thus the Lord himself reveals,To call poor sinners home,
More than the father's love he feels,
And bids the sinner come
29
[Remember, sinful youth, you must die, you must die]
Remember, sinful youth, you must die, you must die,Remember, sinful youth, you must die;
Remember, sinful youth, who hate the way of truth.
And in your pleasures boast, you must die, you must die;
And in your pleasures boast, you must die.
30
[Our cheerful voices let us raise]
Our cheerful voices let us raise,And sing a parting song;
Although I'm with you now, my friends,
I can't be with you long:
For I must go and leave you all,
It fills my heart with pain;
Although we part, perhaps, in tears,
I hope we'll meet again.
31
[And am I born to die]
And am I born to die?To lay this body down?
And must my trembling spirit fly,
Into a world unknown?
[Teach me the measure of my days]
Teach me the measure of my days,Thou Maker of my frame,
I would survey life's narrow space,
And learn how frail I am.
32
[When the midnight cry began, O what lamentation]
1
When the midnight cry began,O what lamentation,
Thousands sleeping in their sins,
Neglecting their salvation.
Lo, the bridegroom is at hand,
Who will kindly treat him?
Surely all the waiting bend
Will now go forth to meet him.
2
Some, indeed, did wait awhile,And shone without a rival;
But they spent their seeming oil
Long since the last revival.
Many souls who thought they'd light,
O, when the scene was closed,
Now against the Bridegroom fight,
And so they stand opposed.
3
While the wise are passing by,With all their lamps prepared,
Give us of your oil, they cry,
If any can be spared.
Others trimm'd their former snuff,
O, is it not amazing!
Those conclude they've light enough,
And think their lamps are blazing.
4
Foolish virgins! do you thinkOur Bridegroom's a deceiver?
Then may you pass your lives away,
And think to sleep for ever;
But we by faith do see his face,
On whom we have believed;
If there's deception in the case,
'Tis you that are deceived.
5
And now the door is open wide,And Caristians are invited,
And virgins wise compass the bride,
March to the place appointed.
Who do you think is now a guest?
Yea, listen, carnal lovers,
'Tis those in wedding garments dress'd;
They cease from sin for ever.
6
The door is shut, and they within,They're freed from every danger;
They reign with Christ, for sinners slain,
Who once lay in a manger;
They join with saints and angels too
In songs of love and favour;
Glory, honour, praise and power,
To God and Lamb for ever.
7
The foolish virgins are without;The sentence, Go ye cursed—
For want of oil they're out—away
From Christ they then are forced.
No more on earth with saints to join
In sharing of my favour;
Although you did my children blind,
Mourn with the damn'd for ever.
8
Virgins wise, I pray draw near,And listen to your Saviour;
He is your friend, you need not fear,
O, why not seek his favour?
He speaks to you in whispers sweet,
In words of consolation:
By grace in him you stand complete,
He is your great salvation.
9
Dying sinners, will you come,The Saviour now invites you;
His bleeding wounds proclaim there's room,
Let nothing then affright you—
Room for you, and room for me,
And room for coming sinners:
Salvation pours a living stream
For you and all believers.
10
When earth and sea shall be no more,And all their glory perish,
When sun and moon shall cease to shine,
And stars at midnight languish
When Gabriel's trump shall sound aloud,
To call the slumb'ring nations,
Then, Christians, we shall see our God
The God of our salvation.
33
[Though troubles assail, and dangers affright]
1
Though troubles assail, and dangers affright,Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite—
Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide,
The Scripture assures us the Lord will provide.
2
The birds without barn or storehouse are fed;From them let us learn to trust for our bread;
His saints, what is fitting shall ne'er be denied,
So long as 'tis written, the Lord will provide.
3
We may, like the ships, by tempests be toss'dOn perilous deeps, but cannot be lost:
Though Satan enrages the wind and the tide.
The promise engages the Lord will provide.
4
His call we obey, like Abram of old,Not knowing our way, but faith makes us bold;
For though we are strangers, we have a good guide,
And trust, in all dangers, the Lord will provide.
5
When Satan appears to stop up our path,And fill us with fears, we triumph by faith;
He cannot take from us, though oft he has tried,
This heart-cheering promise, the Lord will provide
6
He tells us we're weak, our hope is in vain;The good that we seek we ne'er shall obtain;
But when such suggestions our spirits have plied,
This answers all questions, the Lord will provide.
7
No strength of our own, or goodness we claim;Yet since we have known the Saviour's great name,
In this our strong tow'r for safety we hide;
The Lord is our pow'r, the Lord will provide.
8
When life sinks apace, and death is in view,This word of his grace shall comfort us through:
No fearing or doubting with Christ on our side,
We hope to die shouting, the Lord will provide.
34
[Come, O thou traveller unknown]
[1]
Come, O thou traveller unknown,Whom still I hold, but cannot see,
My company before is gone,
And I am left alone with thee;
With thee all night I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.
2
I need not tell thee who I am;My misery and sin declare;
Thyself hast call'd me by my name,
Look on thy hands and read it there.
But who, I ask thee, who art thou?
Tell me thy name, and tell me now.
3
In vain thou strugglest to get free,I never will unloose my hold;
Art thou the man who died for me?
The secret of thy love unfold:
Wrestling, I will not let thee go,
Till I thy name, thy nature know.
4
Wilt thou not yet to me revealThy new, unutterable name?
Tell me, I still beseech thee, tell;
To know it now resolved I am:
Wrestling, I will not let thee go,
Till I thy name, thy nature know.
5
What though my shrinking flesh complain,And murmur to contend so long,
I rise superior to my pain;
When I am weak, then I am strong!
And when my all of strength shall fail,
I shall with the God-man prevail.
[Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand]
Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand,When we must be parted from this social band:
Our several engagements now call us away,
Our parting is needful, and we must obey.
35
[The cross of Christ inspires my heart]
The cross of Christ inspires my heart,To sing redeeming grace;
Awake, my soul, and bear a part
In my Redeemer's praise.
Oh, who can be compared to him
Who died upon the tree?
This is my dear delightful theme,
That Jesus died for me.
[Farewell, my lovely friends, farewell]
Farewell, my lovely friends, farewell,We must be separated,
In different regions we must dwell,
Distantly situated.
O let not this our friendship chill,
Though mountains rise between us,
May truth and justice guide our will,
And God from evil screen us.
36
[Bright scenes of glory strike my sense]
1
Bright scenes of glory strike my sense,And all my passions capture;
Eternal beauties round me shine,
Infusing warmest rapture.
I live in pleasures deep and full,
In swellng waves of glory
I feel my Saviour in my soul,
And groan to tell my story
37
[I find myself placed in a state of probation]
[1]
I find myself placed in a state of probation,Which God has commanded us well to improve,
And I am resolved to regard all his precepts,
And on in the way of obedience to move.
I know I must go through great tribulation,
And many sore conflicts on every hand;
But grace will support and comfort my spirit,
And I shall be able for ever to stand.
2
I'm call'd to contend with the powers of darkness,And many sore conflicts I have to pass through;
O Jesus, be with me in every battle,
And help me my enemies all to subdue;
If thou, gracious Lord, will only be with me,
To aid and direct me, then all will be right;
Apoliyon, with all his powerful forces,
In thy name and thy strength I shall soon put to flight.
3
And when I must cross the cold stream of Jordan,I'll bid all my sorrows a final adieu,
And hasten away to the land of sweet Canaan,
Where, Christians, I hope I shall there meet with you.
That rest into which my soul shall then enter,
Is perfectly glorious, and never shall end—
A rest of exemption from warfare and labour,
A rest in the bosom of Jesus, my friend.
4
And more than exemption from fighting and hardshipMy gracious Redeemer will grant unto me;
A portion of bliss he has promised to give me,
And true to that promise he surely will be.
Yes, I shall receive and always inherit
A happy reception and truly divine.
For which all the praises and glory, my Saviour
Are due unto thee, and shall ever be thine.
38
[My Shepherd will supply my need]
[1.]
My Shepherd will supply my need;Jehovah is his name;
In pastures fresh he makes me feed,
Beside the living stream.
He brings my wand'ring spirit back,
When I forsake his ways,
And leads me, for his mercy's sake,
In paths of truth and grace.
2.
When I walk thro' the shades of deathThy presence is my stay;
One word of thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.
Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,
Doth still my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
Thine oil anoints my head.
3.
The sure provisions of my GodAttend me all my days;
O may thy house be mine abode,
And all my work be praise!
There would I find a settled rest,
(While others go and come,)
No more a stranger, nor a guest;
But like a child at home.
39
[Who is this that comes from far]
Who is this that comes from far,With his garments dipp'd in blood,
Strong, triumphant traveller—
Is he man, or is he God?
I that reign in righteousness,
Son of God and man I am;
Mighty to redeem your race,
Jesus is your Saviour's name.
[From whence does this union arise]
[1]
From whence does this union arise,That hatred is conquer'd by love?
It fastens our souls with such ties,
That distance and time can't remove.
2
It cannot in Eden be found,Nor yet in Paradise lost.
grows on Immanuel's ground,
And Jesus dear blood it did cost.
3
My friends once so dear unto me,Our souls so united in love:
Where Jesus is gone we shall be
In yonder blest mansions above.
4
With Jesus we ever shall reign,And all his bright glory shall see,
Singing hallelujahs. Amen
Amen, even so let it be
40
[Do not I love thee, O my Lord]
1
Do not I love thee, O my Lord?Behold my heart, and see:
And turn each cursed idol out,
That dares to rival thee.
2
Do not I love thee from my soul?Then let me nothing love;
Dead be my heart to every joy,
When Jesus cannot move.
3
Is not thy name melodious still,To mine attentive ear?
Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound,
My Saviour's voice to hear?
4
Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock,I would disdain to feed?
Hast thou a foe before whose face
I fear thy cause to plead?
5
Would not my ardent spirit vie,With angels round thy throne,
To execute thy sacred will,
And make thy glory known?
6
Would not my heart pour forth its bloodIn honour of thy name,
And challenge the cold hand of death
To damp th' immortal flame!
7
Thou know'st I love thee, dearest LordBut, O! I long to soar,
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love thee more.
[No more beneath th' oppressive hand]
No more beneath th' oppressive handOf tyranny we mourn,
Behold; a smiling, happy land,
That freedom calls her own.
41
[The people called Christians]
1
The people called ChristiansHave many things to tell
About the land of Canaan,
Where saints and angels dwell;
But here a dismal ocean,
Enclosing them around,
With its tides, still divides
Them from Canaan's happy ground.
2
Many have been impatientTo work their passage through,
And with united wisdom
Have tried what they could do;
But vessels built by human skill
Have never sailed far,
Till we found them aground
On some dreadful, sandy bar.
3
The everlasting gospelHath launch'd the deep at last
Behold the sails expanded
Around the tow'ring mast!
Along the deck in order,
The joyful sailors stand,
Crying, “Ho!—here we go
To Immanuel's happy land
4
We're now on the wide oceanWe bid the world farewell!
And though where we shall anchor
No human tongue can tell;
About our future destiny
There need be no debate,
While we ride on the tide,
With our Captain and his Mate.
5
To those who are spectatorsWhat anguish must ensue,
To hear their old companions
Bid them a last adieu!
The pleasures of your paradise
No more our hearts invite;
We will sail—you may rail,
We shall soon be out of sight.
6
The passengers unitedIn order, peace, and love;—
The wind is in our favour,
How swiftly do we move!
Though tempests may assail us,
And raging billows roar,
We will sweep through the deep,
Till we reach fair Canaan's shore.
42
[Glorious things of thee are spoken]
Glorious things of thee are spoken,Zion, city of our God!
He whose word can ne'er be broken,
Form'd thee for his own abode.
With salvation's wall surrounded,
Thou mayst smile at all thy foes;
On the Rock of ages founded,
Who can shake thy sure repose?
43
[Hark! don't you hear the turtle dove]
[1]
Hark! don't you hear the turtle dove,The token of redeeming love?
From hill to hill we hear the sound,
The neighb'ring valleys echo round.
O Zion, hear the turtle dove,
The token of your Saviour's love!
She comes the desert land to cheer,
And welcome in the jubil-year.
2
The winter's past, the rain is o'er,We feel the chilling winds no more;
The spring is come; how sweet the view,
All things appear divinely new.
On Zion's mount the watchmen cry,
“The resurrection's drawing nigh:”
Behold, the nations from abroad,
Are flocking to the mount of God.
3
The trumpet sounds, both far and nigh;O sinners, turn! why will ye die?
How can you spurn the gospel charms?
Enlist with Christ, gird on your arms.
These are the days that were foretold,
In ancient times, by prophets old:
They long'd to see this glorious light,
But all have died without the sight.
4
The latter days on us have come,And fugitives are flocking home;
Behold them crowd the gospel road,
All pressing to the mount of God.
O yes! and I will join that band,
Now here's my heart, and here's my hand
With Satan's band no more I'll be,
But fight for Christ and liberty.
5
His banner soon will be unfurl'd,And he will come to judge the world;
On Zion's mountain we shall stand,
In Canaan's fair, celestial land.
When sun and moon shall darken'd be,
And flames consume the land and sea,
When worlds on worlds together blaze,
We'll shout, and loud hosannas raise.
44
[While beauty and youth are in their full prime]
[1]
While beauty and youth are in their full prime,And folly and fashion affect our whole time;
O let not the phantom our wishes engage,
Let us live so in youth that we blush not in age.
2
The vain and the young may attend us a while,But let not their flatt'ry our prudence beguile;
Let us covet those charms that shall never decay
Nor listen to all that deceivers can say.
3
I sigh not for beauty, nor languish for wealth,But grant me, kind Providence, virtue and health;
Then richer than kings, and far happier than they,
My days shall pass swiftly and sweetly away.
4
For when age steals on me, and youth is no more,And the moralist time shakes his glass at my door,
What pleasure in beauty or wealth can I find?
My beauty, my wealth, is a sweet peace of mind.
5
That peace! I'll preserve it as pure as 'twas givenShall last in my bosom an earnest of heaven;
For virtue and wisdom can warm the cold scene,
And sixty can flourish as gay as sixteen.
6
And when I the burden of life shall have borne,And death with his sickle shall cut the ripe corn,
Reascend to my God without murmur or sigh,
I'll bless the kind summons, and lie down and die.
45
[Am I a soldier of the cross]
1
Am I a soldier of the cross,A follower of the Lamb,
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?
2
Must I be carried to the skiesOn flow'ry beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sail'd through bloody seas?
3
Are there no foes for me to face?Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?
4
Sure I must fight if I would reign;—Increase my courage, Lord;
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.
5
Thy saints, in all this glorious war,Shall conquer though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.
6
When that illustrious day shall rise,And all thine armies shine
In robes of vict'ry through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.
46
[The day is past and gone]
[1]
The day is past and gone,The evening shades appear;
O may we all remember well, O may we all remember well,
The night of death is near.
2
We lay our garments by,Upon our beds to rest:
So death will soon disrobe us all,
Of what we here possess.
3
Lord, keep us safe this night,Secure from all our fears:
May angels guard us while we sleep,
Till morning light appears.
4
And when we early rise,And view th' unwearied sun,
May we set out to win the prize,
And after glory run.
5
And when our days are past,And we from time remove,
O may we in thy bosom rest,
The bosom of thy love.
47
[Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings]
Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things,
To heav'n, thy native place
Sun, and moon, and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.
48
[Broad is the road that leads to death]
Broad is the road that leads to death,And thousands walk together there;
But wisdom shows a narrow path,
With here and there a traveller.
[Come, humble sinner, in whose breast]
Come, humble sinner, in whose breastA thousand thoughts revolve;
Come, with your guilt and fear oppress'd,
And make this last resolve.
49
[How lost was my condition]
[1]
How lost was my condition,Till Jesus made me whole;
There is but one Physician
Can cure a sin-sick soul.
Next door to death he found me,
And snatch'd me from the grave,
To tell to all around me,
His wondrous pow'r to save.
2
The worst of all diseasesIs light compared with sin;
On every part it seizes,
But rages most within:
'Tis palsy, plague, and fever,
And madness, all combin'd;
And none but a believer
The least relief can find.
3
From men great skill professing,I thought a cure to gain;
But this proved more distressing,
And added to my pain;
Some said that nothing ail'd me,
Some gave me up for lost;
Thus every refuge fail'd me,
And all my hopes were cross'd.
4
At length this great Physician(How matchless is his grace.)
Accepted my petition,
And undertook my case;
First gave me sight to view him,
For sin my eyes had seal'd;
Then bid me look unto him—
I look'd, and I was heal'd.
5
A dying, risen Jesus.Seen by the eye of faith,
At once from anguish frees us,
And saves the soul from death;
Come, then, to this Physician,
His help he'll freely give;
He makes no hard condition,
'Tis only Look and live.
50
[Through all the world below]
[1]
Through all the world below,God is seen all around;
Search hills and valleys through,
There he's found.
The growing of the corn,
The lily and the thorn,
The pleasant and forlorn,
All declare God is there,
In the meadows drest in green,
There he's seen.
2
See springs of water rise,Fountains flow, rivers run;
The mist below the skies
Hides the sun;
Then down the rain doth pour
The ocean it doth roar,
And dash against the shore,
All to praise, in their lays,
That God that ne'er declines
His designs.
3
The sun, to my surprise,Speaks of God as he flies;
The comets in their blaze
Give him praise;
The shining of the stars.
The moon as it appears,
His sacred name declares;
See them shine, all divine!
The shades in silence prove
God's above.
4
Then let my station beHere on earth, as I see
The sacred One in Three
All agree;
Through all the world is made
The forest and the glade;
Nor let me be afraid.
Though I dwell on the hill,
Since nature's works declare
God is there.
51
[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.
I am bound for the promised land,
I'm bound for the promised land,
O, who will come and go with me?
I am bound for the promised land.
52
[By Babel's streams we sat and wept]
By Babel's streams we sat and wept,While Zion we thought on;
Amidst thereof we hung our harps,
The willow trees upon.
With all the pow'r and skill I have,
I'll gently touch each string;
If I can reach the charming sound,
I'll tune my harp again.
53
[O when shall I see Jesus, and dwell with him above]
O when shall I see Jesus, and dwell with him above,And drink the flowing fountain of everlasting love?
When shall I be delivered, from this vain world of sin,
And with my blessed Jesus, drink endless pleasures in?
[He dies, the Friend of sinners dies]
He dies, the Friend of sinners dies!Lo, Salem's daughters weep around;
A solemn darkness veils the skies,
A sudden trembling shakes the ground.
54
[Oh! may I worthy prove to see]
Oh! may I worthy prove to see
The saints in full prosperity:
Then my troubles will be over.
To see the bride, the glitt'ring bride,
Close seated by her Saviour's side:
Then my troubles will be over.
The saints in full prosperity:
Then my troubles will be over.
To see the bride, the glitt'ring bride,
Close seated by her Saviour's side:
Then my troubles will be over.
Chorus
I never shall forget the day when Jesus wash'd my sins away:And then my troubles will be over,
Will be over, Will be over, And rejoicing,
And then my troubles will be over.
55
[O, once I had a glorious view]
1
O, once I had a glorious viewOf my redeeming Lord;
He said, I'll be a God to you,
And I believed his word.
But now I have a deeper stroke
Than all my groanings are;
My God has me of late forsook,—
He's gone, I know not where.
2
O what immortal joys I felt,On that celestial day,
When my hard heart began to melt,
By love dissolved away!
But my complaint is bitter now,
For all my joys are gone;
I've stray'd!—I'm left!—I know not how.
The light's from the withdrawn.
3
Once I could joy the saints to meet,To me they were most dear;
I then could stoop to wash their feet,
And shed a joyful tea
But now I meet them as the rest,
And with them joyless stay;
My conversation's spiritless,
Or else I've naught to say.
4
I once could mourn o'er dying men,And long'd their souls to win;
I travail'd for their poor children,
And warn'd them of their sin:
But now my heart's so careless grown,
Although they're drown'd in vice,
My bowels o'er them cease to yearn—
My tears have left mine eyes.
5
I forward go in duty's way,But can't perceive him there;
Then backwards on the road I stray,
But cannot find him there:
On the left hand, where he doth work,
Among the wicked crew,
And on the right, I find him not,
Among the favour'd few.
6
What shall I do?—shall I lie down.And sink in deep despair?
Will he for ever wear a frown.
Nor hear my feeble pray'r?
No: he will put his strength in me,
He knows the way I've stroll'd
And when I'm tried sufficiently.
I shall come forth as gold.
56
[Come all, who love my Lord and master]
[1]
Come all, who love my Lord and master,And like old David, I will tell,
Tho' chief of sinners, I've found favour,
Redeem'd by grace from death and hell.
Far as the east from west is parted,
So far my sins by's dying love,
From me by faith are separated,
Blest antepast of joys above.
2
I late estranged from Jesus wander'd,And thought each dang'rous poison good,
But he in mercy long pursued me,
With cries of his redeeming blood.
Though like Bartimeus I was blinded,
In nature's darkest night conceal'd,
But Jesus' love removed my blindness,
And he his pardoning grace reveal'd.
3
Now I will praise him, he spares me,And with his people sing aloud,
Though opposed, and sinners mock me,
In rapturous songs I'll praise my God.
By faith I view the heavenly concert,
They sing high strains of Jesus' love
O! with desire my soul is longing,
And fain would be with Christ above.
4
That blessed day is fast approaching,When Christ in glorious clouds will come,
With sounding trumps and shouts of angels
To call each faithful spirit home.
There's Abraham, Isaac, holy prophets,
And all the saints at God's right hand,
There hosts of angels join in concert,
Shout as they reach the promised land.
57
[The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire]
[1]
The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire,As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his ire!
Lo! self-moving it drives on its pathway of cloud,
And the heav'ns with the burden of Godhead are bow'd.
2
The glory! the glory! around him we pour'dMighty hosts of the angels that wait on the Lord;
And the glorified saints and the martyrs are there,
And there all who the palm wreaths of victory wear.
3
The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard,Lo! the depths of the stone-cover'd charnel are stirr'd;
From the sea, from the earth, from the south, from the north,
And the vast generations of man are come forth.
4
The judgment! the judgment! the thrones are all set,Where the Lamb and the white-vested elders are met;
There all flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord,
And the doom of eternity hangs on his word.
5
O mercy! O mercy! look down from above.Great Creator, on us, thy sad children, with love;
When beneath to their darkness the wicked are driv'n.
May our justified souls find a welcome in heav'n.
58
[Come on, my partners in distress]
Come on, my partners in distress,My comrades through the wilderness,
Who still your bodies feel;
Awhile forget your griefs and fears,
And look beyond this vale of tears,
To that celestial hill.
To that celestial hill.
59
[O tell me no more of this world's vain store]
[1]
O tell me no more of this world's vain store!The time for such trifles with me is now o'er;
A country I've found where true joys abound,
To dwell I'm determin'd on that happy ground.
2
No mortal doth know what Christ will bestow,What life, strength and comfort! go after him, go!
Lo, onward I move, to see Christ above,
None guesses how wondrous my journey will prove.
3
Great spoils I shall win, from death, hell, and sin;Midst outward affliction shall feel Christ within;
And still, which is best, I in his dear breast,
As at the beginning, find pardon and rest.
4
When I am to die, receive me, I'll cry,For Jesus has lov'd me, I cannot tell why;
But this I do find, we two are so join'd,
He'll not live in glory and leave me behind.
5
This blessing is mine, through favour divine,And O, my dear Jesus, the praise shall be thine
In heaven we'll meet in harmony sweet,
And, glory to Jesus! we'll then be complete.
60
[In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair]
1.
In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair,When my heart is o'erwhelm'd in sorrow and care;
From the ends of the earth unto Thee will I cry,
“Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I!” Higher than I,
Higher than I: Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I!
2.
When Satan, my foe, comes in like a flood,To drive my poor soul from the fountain of good,
I'll pray to the Saviour who kindly did die:
“Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I!” Higher than I,
Higher than I; Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I!
3.
And when I have ended my pilgrimage here,In Jesus' pure righteousness let me appear:
From the swellings of Jordan to thee will I cry:
“Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I!”
4.
And when the last trumpet shall sound through the skies,And the dead from the dust of the earth shall arise,
With millions I'll join, far above yonder sky,
To praise the Great Rock that is higher than I
61
[Brethren, don't you hear the sound]
1
Brethren, don't you hear the sound?The martial trumpet now is blowing!
Men in order listing round,
And soldiers to the standard flowing.
Bounty's offer'd—joy and peace;
To ev'ry soldier this is giv'n—
When from toils of war they cease,
A mansion bright prepared in heav'n.
2
They who long in sin have lain,And felt the hand of dire oppression,
Are all released from Satan's chain,
And are endow'd with long possession.
The sick and sore, the blind and lame.
The maladies of all are healed,
Outlaw'd rebels, too, may claim,
And find a pardon freely sealed.
3
The battle is not to the strong,The burden's on our Captain's shoulder;
None so aged or so young,
But may enlist, and be a soldier:
Those who cannot fight nor fly,
Beneath his banner find protection:
None who on his arm rely
Shall be reduced to base subjection.
4
You need not fear;—the cause is good;Come! who will to the crown aspire?
In this cause the martyrs bled,
Or shouted vict'ry in the fire;
In this cause let's follow on,
And soon we'll tell the pleasing story,
How by faith we gain'd the crown.
And fought our way to life and glory.
5
The battle, brethren, is begun,Behold the armies now in motion!
Some, by faith, behold the crown,
And almost grasp their future portion.
Hark! the victory's sounding loud!
Immanuel's chariot wheels are rumbling
Mourners weeping through the crowd,
And Satan's kingdom down is tumbling
62
[Come, little children, now we may]
[1]
Come, little children, now we mayPartake a little morsel,
For little songs and little ways
Adorn'd a great apostle;
A little drop of Jesus' blood
Can make a feast of union;
It is by little steps we move
Into a full communion.
2
A little faith does mighty deeds,Quite past all my recounting;
Faith, like a little mustard seed,
Can move a lofty mountain.
A little charity and zeal,
A little tribulation,
A little patience makes us feel
Great peace and consolation.
3
A little cross with cheerfulness,A little self-denial,
Will serve to make our troubles less
And bear the greatest trial.
The Spirit like a little dove
On Jesus once descended;
To show his meekness and his love
The emblem was intended.
4
The title of the little LambUnto our Lord was given;
Such was our Saviour's little name,
The Lord of earth and heaven.
A little voice that's small and still
Can rule the whole creation;
A little stone the earth shall fill,
And humble every nation.
5
A little zeal supplies the soul,It doth the heart inspire;
A little spark lights up the whole,
And sets the crowd on fire.
A little union serves to hold
The good and tender-hearted;
It's stronger than a chain of gold
And never can be parted.
6
Come, let us labour here below,And who can be the straitest;
For in God's kingdom, all must know
The least shall be the greatest.
O give us, Lord, a little drop
Of heavenly love and union
O may we never, never stop
Short of a full communion
63
[There is a land of pleasure]
[1]
There is a land of pleasure,Where streams of joy for ever roll,
'Tis there I have my treasure,
And there I long to rest my soul.
Long darkness dwelt around me,
With scarcely once a cheering ray,
But since my Saviour found me,
A lamp has shone along my way.
2
My way is full of danger,But 'tis the path that leads to God;
And like a faithful soldier,
I'll march along the heavenly road;
Now I must gird my sword on,
My breastplate, helmet, and my shield,
And fight the hosts of Satan
Until I reach the heavenly field.
3
I'm on the way to Zion,Still guarded by my Saviour's hand;
O, come along, dear sinners,
And view Emmanuel's happy land:
To all that stay behind me,
I bid a long, a sad farewell!
O come! or you'll repent it,
When you shall reach the gates of hell.
4
The vale of tears surrounds me,And Jordan's current rolls before;
O! how I stand and tremble,
To hear the dismal waters roar!
Whose hand shall then support me,
And keep my soul from sinking there
From sinking down to darkness,
And to the regions of despair!
5
This stream shall not affright me,Although it take me to the grave;
If Jesus stand beside me,
I'll safely ride on Jordan's wave:
His word can calm the ocean,
His lamp can cheer the gloomy vale:
O may this friend be with me,
When through the gates of death I sail!
6
Come, then, thou king of terrors,Thy fatal dart may lay the low;
But soon I'll reach those regions
Where everlasting pleasures flow:
O sinners, I must leave you,
And join that bless'd immortal band,
No more to stand beside you,
Till at the judgment-bar we stand.
7
Soon the archangel's trumpetShall shake the globe from pole to pole.
And all the wheels of nature
Shall in a moment cease to roll
Then we shall see the Saviour,
With shining ranks of angels come,
To execute his vengeance,
And take his ransom'd people home
64
[Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing]
Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing,Tune my heart to sing thy grace:
Streams of mercy never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet.
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount, O fix me on it,
Mount of thy unchanging love.
65
[The watchmen blow the trumpet round]
[1]
The watchmen blow the trumpet round,Come, listen to the solemn sound,
And be assured there's danger nigh;
How many are prepared to die?
Your days on earth will soon be o'er,
And time to you return no more;
O think thou hast a soul to save;
What are thy hopes beyond the grave?
2
Come, old and young; come, rich and poor;You'll all be call'd to stand before
The God that made the earth and sea,
And there proclaim his majesty.
Will you remain quite unconcern'd,
While for your souls the watchmen mourn?
They weep to think how you will stand
With frightful ghosts at God's left hand.
3
O mortals! view the dream of life,And see how thousands end the strife,
Who, though convinced, do still delay,
Till death ensues and drags away:
Will you for fancied earthly toys
Deprive yourselves of heav'nly joys?
And will the calls you have to-day
Be slighted still and pass away?
4
The trying scene will shortly come,When you must hear your certain doom;
And if you then go unprepared,
You'll bear in mind the truths you've heard,
Your sparkling eyes will then roll round,
While death will bring you to the ground
The coffin, grave, and winding sheet,
Will hold your lifeless frame complete.
5
Your friends will then pass by your tomb,And view the grass around it grown,
And heave a sigh to think you're gone
To the land where there's no return.
O mortals! now improve your time,
And while the gospel sun doth shine
Fly swift to Christ, he is your friend,
And then in heav'n your souls will end.
66
[Religion is the chief concern]
1
Religion is the chief concernOf mortals here below;
May I its great importance learn,
Its sovereign virtues know.
2
More needful this than glittering wealth,Or aught the world bestows;
Nor reputation, food, or health,
Can give us such repose.
3
Religion should our thoughts engageAmidst our youthful bloom;
'Twill fit us for declining age,
And for the awful tomb.
4
O, may my heart, by [illeg.]Be my Redeemer's thron
And be my stubborn will subdued,
His government to own
5
Let deep repentance, faith, and loveBe join'd with godly fear;
And all my conversation prove
My heart to be sincere.
6
Preserve me from the snares of sinThrough my remaining days,
And in me let each virtue shine
To my Redeemer's praise.
7
Let lively hope my soul inspire,Let warm affections rise;
And may I wait, with strong desire
To mount above the skies.
67
[Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord]
Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord,Help us to feed upon thy word;
All that has been amiss forgive,
And let thy truth within us live.
Though we are guilty, thou art good,
Wash all our works in Jesus' blood:
Give every fetter'd soul release,
And bid us all depart in peace.
Give every fetter'd soul release,
And bid us all depart in peace.
68
[No more beneath th' oppressive hand]
No more beneath th' oppressive handOf tyranny we mourn,
Behold the smiling, happy land,
That freedom calls her own.
69
[How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord]
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,Is laid for your faith in his excellent word;
What more can he say, than to you he hath said,
You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?
70
[To leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part]
1.
To leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part,And go from my home, it afflicts not my heart,
Like thoughts of absenting myself for a day
From that bless'd retreat where I've chosen to pray, I've chosen to pray.
2.
Dear bow'r where the pine and the poplar have spread,And wove, with their branches, a roof o'er my head,
How oft have I knelt on the evergreen there,
And pour'd out my soul to my Saviour in prayer, my Saviour in prayer.
3.
The early shrill notes of the loved nightingaleThat dwelt in my bower, I observed as my bell,
To call me to duty, while birds of the air
Sing anthems of praises as I went to prayer,
4.
How sweet were the zephyrs perfumed by the pine,The ivy, the balsam, and wild eglantine;
But sweeter, ah! sweeter, superlative were
The joys I have tasted in answer to prayer.
5.
For Jesus, my Saviour, oft deign'd there to meet,And bless'd with his presence my humble retreat
Oft fill'd me with rapture and blessedness there,
Inditing, in heaven's own language, my prayer.
6.
Dear bower, I must leave you and bid you adieu,And pay my devotions in parts that are new,
For Jesus, my Saviour, resides everywhere,
And can, in all places give answer to prayer.
71
[How tedious and tasteless the hours]
[1]
How tedious and tasteless the hours,When Jesus no longer I see;
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow'rs,
Have all lost their sweetness to me.
The midsummer sun shines but dim,
The fields strive in vain to look gay,
But when I am happy in him,
December's as pleasant as May.
2
His name yields the richest perfume,And sweeter than music his voice;
His presence disperses my groom,
And makes all within me rejoice;
I should, were he always thus nigh,
Have nothing to wish or to fear;
No mortal so happy as I,
My summer would last all the year.
3
Content with beholding his face,My all to his pleasure resign'd;
No changes of season or place,
Would make any change in my mind
While bless'd with a sense of his love,
A palace a toy would appear,
And prisons would palaces prove,
If Jesus would dwell with me there.
4
Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine,If thou art my sun and my song,
Say, why do I languish and pine,
And why are my winters so long!
O, drive these dark clouds from my sky
Thy soul-cheering presence restore
Or take me unto thee on high.
Where winter and clouds are no more
72
[Return, O God of love, return]
Return, O God of love, return,Earth is a tiresome place;
How long shall we, thy children, mourn
Our absence from thy face?
[Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings]
Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,Thy better portion trace,
Rise from transitory things.
To heav'n, thy native place.
Sun, and moon, and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove,
Rise, my soul, and haste away,
To seats prepared above.
73
[When in death I shall calm recline]
When in death I shall calm recline,O bear my heart to my mistress dear;
Tell her it lived upon smiles and wine
Of the brightest hue, while it linger'd here.
Bid her not shed one tear of sorrow,
To sully a heart so brilliant and light;
But balmy drops of the red grape borrow,
To bathe the relic from morn to night.
74
[A few more days on earth to spend]
1
A few more days on earth to spend,And all my toils and cares shall end,
And I shall see my God and friend,
And praise his name on high:
No more to sigh nor shed a tear,
No more to suffer pain or fear;
But God, and Christ, and heav'n appear,
Unto the raptured eye.
2
Then, O my soul, despond no more;The storm of life will soon be o'er,
And I shall find the peaceful shore
Of everlasting rest.
O happy day! O joyful hour!
When, freed from earth, my soul shall tow'r
Beyond the reach of Satan's pow'r,
To be for ever blest
3
My soul anticipates the day,I'll joyfully the call obey,
Which comes to summon me away
To seats prepared above.
There I shall see my Saviour's face,
And dwell in his beloved embrace
And taste the fulness of his grace.
And sing redeeming love.
4
Though dire afflictions press me sore,And death's dark billows roll before,
Yet still by faith I see the shore,
Beyond the rolling flood:
The banks of Canaan, sweet and fair,
Before my raptured eyes appear:
It makes me think I'm almost there,
In yonder bright abode.
5
To earthly cares I bid farewell,And triumph over death and hell,
And go where saints and angels dwell,
To praise th' Eternal Three.
I'll join with those who're gone before,
Who sing and shout their sufferings o'er,
Where pain and parting are no more,
To all eternity.
6
Adieu, ye scenes of noise and show,And all this region here below,
Where naught but disappointments grow
A better world's in view.
My Saviour calls! I haste away.
I would not here for ever stay;
Hail! ye bright realms of endless day
Vain world, once more adieu!
75
[The time is soon coming]
The time is soon coming,By the prophets foretold,
When Zion in purity,
The world shall behold.
When Jesus' pure testimony will gain the day,
Denominations, selfishness, will vanish away.
76
[Why do we mourn departing friends]
Why do we mourn departing friends?Or shake at death's alarms?
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends,
To call them to his arms.
Are we not tending upwards too,
As fast as time can move?
Nor should we wish the hours more slow,
To keep us from our love.
77
[Blow ye the trumpet, blow]
Blow ye the trumpet, blow,The gladly solemn sound,
Let all the nations know,
To earth's remotest bounds.
The year of jubilee is come,
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
78
[Ye nations all, on you I call. Come, near this declaration]
[1]
Ye nations all, on you I call. Come, near this declaration.And don't refuse this glorious news Of Jesus and salvation.
To royal Jews came first the news Of Christ the great Messiah,
As was foretold by prophets old, Isaiah, Jeremiah.
2
To Abraham the promise came, and to his seed for ever,A light to shine in Isaac's line, by Scripture we discover;
Hail, promised morn! the Saviour's born, the glorious Mediator—
God's blessed Word made flesh and blood, assumed the human nature.
3
His parents poor in earthly store, to entertain the strangerThey found no bed to lay his head, but in the ox's manger:
No royal things, as used by kings, were seen by those that found him,
But in the hay the stranger lay, with swaddling bands around him.
4
On the same night a glorious light to shepherds there appeared,Bright angels came in shining flame, they saw and greatly feared
The angels said, “Be not afraid, although we much alarm you,
We do appear good news to bear, as now we will inform you.
5
“The city's name is Bethlehem, in which God hath appointed,This glorious morn a Saviour's born, for him God hath anointed;
By this you'll know, if you will go, to see this little stranger,
His lovely charms in Mary's arms, both lying in a manger.”
6
When this was said, straightway was made a glorious sound from heavenEach flaming tongue an anthem sung, “To men a Saviour's given,
In Jesus' name, the glorious theme, we elevate our voices,
At Jesus' birth be peace on earth, meanwhile all heaven rejoices.’
7
Then with delight they took their flight, and wing'd their way to glory,The shepherds gazed and were amazed, to hear the pleasing story;
To Bethlehem they quickly came, the glorious news to carry,
And in the stall they found them all, Joseph, the Babe, and Mary
8
The shepherds then return'd again to their own habitation,With joy of heart they did depart, now they have found salvation
Glory, they cry, to God on high, who sent his Son to save us
This glorious morn the Saviour's born, his name it is Christ Jesus
79
[Come, all you weary travellers]
[1]
Come, all you weary travellers;Come, let us join and sing,
The everlasting praises
Of Jesus Christ, our King;
We've had a tedious journey,
And tiresome, it is true;
But see how many dangers
The Lord has brought us through.
2
At first when Jesus found us,He call'd us unto him,
And pointed out the danger
Of falling into sin;
The world, the flesh, and Satan,
Will prove a fatal snare,
Unless we do resist them,
By faith and fervent prayer.
3
But by our disobedience,With sorrow we confess,
We've had too long to wander
In a dark wilderness
Where we might soon have fainted,
In that enchanted ground,
But Jesus interposed,
And pleasant fruits were found.
4
Gracious foretastes of heavenGive life, and health, and peace,
Revive our drooping spirits,
And faith and love increase;
Confessing Christ, our master,
Obeying his command,
We hasten on our journey,
Unto the promised land
80
[Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend]
Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend,As such I look to thee;
Now in the bowels of thy love,
O Lord, remember me.
O Lord, &c.
O Lord, &c.
Now in, &c.
81
[Come, Christians, be valiant, our Jesus is near us]
1
Come, Christians, be valiant, our Jesus is near us,We'll conquer the powers of darkness and sin;
Through grace and the Spirit we'll glory inherit,
And peace, like a river, give comfort within.
2
We have trials, and cares, and hardships, and losses,But heaven will pay us for all that we bear;
We'll soon end in pleasures and glory for ever,
And bright crowns of glory for ever we'll wear.
3
Young converts, be humble, the prospect is blooming,The wings of kind angels around you are spread;
While some are oppressed with sin and are mourning,
The spirit of joy upon you is shed.
4
Live near to our Captain, and always obey him,This world, flesh, and Satan must all be denied;
Both care and diligence, and prayer without ceasing,
Will safe land young converts to riches on high.
5
O mourners, God bless you, don't faint in the spirit,Believe, and the Spirit our pardon he'll give;
He's now interceding and pleading his merit,
Give up, and your souls he will quickly receive.
6
If truly a mourner, he's promised you comfort,His good promises stand in his sacred word;
O hearken and hear them, all glory, all glory,
The mourners are fill'd with the presence of God.
7
O sinners, my bowels do move with desire;Why stand you gazing on the works of the Lord?
O fly from the flames of devouring fire,
And wash your pollution in Jesus's blood
8
Brethren, in sweet gales we are all breezing,My soul feels the mighty, the heavenly flame;
I'm now on my journey, my faith is increasing,
All glory and praise to God and the Lamb.
[Come, all ye young people of every relation]
1
Come, all ye young people of every relation,Come listen awhile, and to you I will tell
How I was first called to seek for salvation,
Redemption in Jesus who saved me from hell.
2
I was not yet sixteen when Jesus first call'd me,To think of my soul, and the state I was in;
I saw myself standing a distance from Jesus,
Between me and him was a mountain of sin.
3
The devil perceived that I was convinced,He strove to persuade me that I was too young,
That I would get weary before my ascension,
And wish that I had not so early begun.
4
Sometimes he'd persuade me that Jesus was partial,When he was a setting of poor sinners free,
That I was forsaken, and quite reprobated,
And there was no mercy at all for poor me.
5
But glory to Jesus, his love's not confinedTo princes, nor men of a nobler degree;
His love it flows bounteous to all human creatures,
He died for poor sinners, when nail'd to the tree.
6
And when I was groaning in sad lamentation,My soul overwhelm'd in sorrow and in sin,
He drew near me in mercy, and look'd on me with pity,
He pardon'd my sins, and he gave me relief
7
And now I've found favour in Jesus my Saviour,And all his commandments I'm bound to obey;
I trust he will keep me from all Satan's power,
Till he shall think proper to call me away.
8
So farewell, young people, if I can't persuade youTo leave off your follies and go with a friend,
I'll follow my Saviour, in whom I've found favour
My days to his glory I'm bound for to spend.
82
[There was a Romish lady brought up in popery]
[1]
There was a Romish lady brought up in popery,Her mother always taught her the priest she must obey;
O pardon me, dear mother, I humbly pray thee now
For unto these false idols I can no longer bow.
2
Assisted by her handmaid, a Bible she conceal'd,And there she gain'd instruction, till God his love reveal'd;
No more she prostrates herself to pictures deck'd with gold,
But soon she was betray'd, and her Bible from her [illeg.]
3
I'll bow to my dear Jesus, I'll worship God unseen,I'll live by faith for ever, the works of men are vain;
I cannot worship angels, nor pictures made by men;
Dear mother, use your pleasure, but pardon if you can.
4
With grief and great vexation, her mother straight did goT' inform the Roman clergy the cause of all her wo:
The priests were soon assembled, and for the maid did call,
And forced her in the dungeon, to fright her soul withal.
5
The more they strove to fright her, the more she did endure,Although her age was tender, her faith was strong and sure.
The chains of gold so costly they from this lady took,
And she with all her spirits, the pride of life forsook.
6
Before the pope they brought her, in hopes of her return,And there she was condemned in horrid flames to burn.
Before the place of torment they brought her speedily,
With lifted hands to heaven, she then agreed to die.
7
There being many ladies assembled at the place,She raised her eyes to heaven, and begg'd supplying grace
Weep not, ye tender ladies, shed not a tear for me—
While my poor body's burning, my soul the Lord shall see.
8
Yourselves you need to pity, and Zion's deep decay;Dear ladies, turn to Jesus, no longer make delay.
In comes her raving mother, her daughter to behold,
And in her hand she brought her pictures deck'd with gold.
9
O take from me these idols, remove them from my sight;Restore to me my Bible, wherein I take delight.
Alas, my aged mother, why on my ruin bent?
'Twas you that did betray me, but I am innocent.
10
Tormentors, use your pleasure, and do as you think best—I hope my blessed Jesus will take my soul to rest.
Soon as these words were spoken, up steps the man of death,
And kindled up the fire to stop her mortal breath.
11
Instead of golden bracelets, with chains they bound her fast;She cried, “My God give power now must I die at last?
With Jesus and his angels for ever I shall dwell.
God pardon priest and people, and so I bid farewell!
83
[Dark and thorny is the desert]
[1]
Dark and thorny is the desert,Through which pilgrims make their way;
But beyond this vale of sorrows
Lie the fields of endless day.
Fiends, loud howling through the desert,
Make them tremble as they go;
And the fiery darts of Satan
Often bring their courage low.
2
O, young soldiers, are you wearyOf the troubles of the way?
Does your strength begin to fail you,
And your vigour to decay?
Jesus, Jesus, will go with you,
He will lead you to his throne;
He who dyed his garments for you,
And the wine-press trod alone.
3
He whose thunder shakes creation,He who bids the planets roll;
He who rides upon the tempest,
And whose sceptre sways the whole.
Round him are ten thousand angels,
Ready to obey command;
They are always hovering round you,
Till you reach the heav'nly land.
4
There, on flowery hills of pleasure,In the fields of endless rest,
Love, and joy, and peace shall ever
Reign and triumph in your breast
Who can paint those scenes of glory,
Where the ransom'd dwell on high?
Where the golden harps for ever
Sound redemption through the sky?
5
Millions there of flaming seraphsFly across the heavenly plain;
There they sing immortal praises—
Glory! glory! is their strain:
But methinks a sweeter concert
Makes the heavenly arches ring.
And a song is heard in Zion
Which the angels cannot sing.
6
See the heavenly host, in rapture,Gaze upon this shining band;
Wondering at their costly garments,
And the laurels in their hand!
There, upon the golden pavement,
See the ransom'd march along,
While the splendid courts of glory
Sweetly echo to their song.
7
O their crowns, how bright they sparkle!Such as monarchs never wear;
They are gone to heav'nly pastures—
Jesus is their Shepherd there.
Hail, ye happy, happy spirits!
Welcome to the blissful plain!—
Glory, honour, and salvation!
Reign, sweet Shepherd, ever reign
84
[Come, humble sinner, in whose breast]
Come, humble sinner, in whose breastA thousand thoughts revolve,
Come, with your guilt and fear opprest,
And make this last resolve:
I'll go to Jesus, though my sin
Hath like a mountain rose;
I know his courts, I'll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.
[The day of the Lord—the day of salvation]
The day of the Lord—the day of salvation,The day of his wrath and dire indignation,
Is swiftly coming on;
It surely will appear;
And you and I must meet it
With ecstasy or fear
85
[A story most lovely I'll tell]
[1.]
A story most lovely I'll tell,Of Jesus (O wond'rous surprise!)
He suffer'd the torments of hell,
That sinners, vile sinners might rise:
He left his exalted abode,
When man by transgression was lost;
Appeasing the wrath of a God,
He shed forth his blood as the cost.
2.
O, did my dear Jesus thus bleed,And pity a ruin'd lost race!
O, whence did such mercy proceed,
Such boundless compassion and grace!
His body bore anguish and pain,
His spirit 'most sunk with the load;
A short time before he was slain.
His sweat was as great drops of blood
3.
O, was it for crimes I had done,The Saviour was hail'd with a kiss!
By Judas the traitor alone;
Was ever compassion like this?
The ruffians all join'd in a band,
Confined him and led him away,
The cords wrapt around his sweet hands,
O sinners! look at him, I pray.
4.
To Pilate's stone pillar when led,His body was lashed with whips:
It never by any was said,
A railing word dropt from his lips:
They made him a crown out of thorns;
They smote him and did him abuse;
They clothed him with crimson, in scorn,
And hail'd him, the King of the Jews.
5.
They loaded the Lamb with the cross,And drove him up Calvary's hill;
Come, mourners, a moment, and pause,
All nature look'd solemn and still!
They rushed the nails through his hands,
Transfixed and tortured his feet;
O brethren, see passive he stands;
To look at the sight it is great!
6.
He cried, My Father, my God,Forsaken! thou'st left me in pain!
The cross was all colour'd with blood,
The temple-vail bursted in twain:
He groaned his last and he died,
The sun it refused to shine;
They rushed the spear in his side;
This lovely Redeemer is mine.
7.
He fought the hard battle, and wonThe vict'ry, and gives it most free:
O Christians! look forward and run,
In hopes that his kingdom you'll see;
When he in the clouds shall appear,
With angels all at his command,
And thousands of Christians be there,
All singing with harps in a band.
8.
How pleasant and happy the view!Enjoying such beams of delight!
His beauty to Christians he'll show,
O Jesus, I long for the sight!
I long to mount up in the skies,
In Paradise make my abode,
And sing of salvation on high,
And rest with a pacified God.
86
[Wake, Isles of the South! your redemption is near]
[_]
The words of this piece were “composed by Wm. B. Tappan, Esq.. and sung on the wharf at New Haven, at the embarkation of the missionaries for the Sandwich Islands, in 1822.” O what hath God wrought in those islands since that time! “The parched ground has become a pool”—“The shrines of Atöol” have, indeed, become “sacred to God.” The largest church on earth is there; those poor heathens have been given to Jesus for his “inheritance”—those “uttermost parts of the earth, for his possession!” “Alleluia! the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth!”—W.H.
1.
Wake, Isles of the South! you redemption is near,No longer repose in the borders of gloom;
The strength of his chosen in love shall appear,
And light shall arise on the verge of the tomb,
And light shall arise on the verge of the tomb.
2.
The billows that girt you, the wild waves that roar,The zephyrs that play where the ocean-storms cease,
Shall bear the rich freight to your desolate shore,
Shall waft the glad tidings of pardon and peace.
3.
On the islands that sit in the regions of night,The lands of despair, to oblivion a prey,
The morning will open with healing and light,
The glad Star of Bethlehem brighten to day.
4.
The altar and idol in dust overthrown,The incense forbade that was hallow'd with blood;
The priest of Melchizedek there shall atone,
And the shrine of Atöol be sacred to God.
5.
The heathen will hasten to welcome the time,The day-spring, the prophet in vision once saw,
When the beams of Messiah will 'lumine each clime,
And the isles of the ocean shall wait for his law.
87
[Hail! ye sighing sons of sorrow]
[1]
Hail! ye sighing sons of sorrow,Learn from me your certain doom;
Learn from me your fate tomorrow,
Dead—perhaps laid in your tomb!
See all nature fading, dying!
Silent all things seem to pine;
Life from vegetation flying,
Brings to mind “the mould'ring vine.”
2
See! in yonder forest standing,Lofty cedars, how they nod!
Scenes of nature how surprising,
Read in nature nature's God.
Whilst the annual frosts are cropping,
Leaves and tendrils from the trees,
So our friends are early drooping,
We are like to one of these.
3
Hollow winds about me roaring,Noisy waters round me rise;
Whilst I sit my fate deploring,
Tears fast streaming from my eyes
What to me is autumn's treasure
Since I know no earthly joy,
Long I've lost all youthful pleasure,
Time must youth and health destroy
88
[Come away to the skies, My beloved, arise]
[1]
Come away to the skies, My beloved, arise,And rejoice in the day thou wast born:
On this festival day, Come exulting away,
And with singing to Zion return.
2
We have laid up our love And our treasure above,Though our bodies continue below,
The redeem'd of the Lord Will remember his word,
And with singing to paradise go.
3
Now with singing and praise, Let us spend all the days,By our heavenly Father bestow'd,
While his grace we receive From his bounty, and live
To the honour and glory of God.
4
For the glory we were First created to share,Both the nature and kingdom divine!
Now created again That our souls may remain,
Throughout time and eternity thine
5
We with thanks do approve, The design of that loveWhich hath join'd us to Jesus's name;
So united in heart, Let us never more part,
Till we meet at the feast of the Lamb.
6
There, O! there at his feet, We shall all likewise meet,And be parted in body no more;
We shall sing to our lyres, With the heavenly choirs,
And our Saviour in glory adore.
7
Hallelujah we sing, To our Father and King,And his rapturous praises repeat:
To the Lamb that was slain, Hallelujah again,
Sing, all heaven and fall at his feet.
89
[O tell me where the Dove has flown]
1.
O tell me where the Dove has flownTo build her downy nest,
And I will rove this world all o'er,
To win her to my breast,
To win her to my breast.
2.
I sought her in the groves of love,I knew her tender heart;
But she had flown—the Dove of Peace
Had felt a traitor's dart,
Had felt a traitor's dart.
3.
I sought her on the flow'ry lawn,Where pleasure holds her train;
But fancy flies from flower to flower,
So there I sought in vain,
So there I sought in vain.
4.
'Twas on Ambition's craggy hill,The Bird of Peace might stray;
I sought her there, tho' vainly still,
She never flew that way,
She never flew that way.
5.
Faith smiled, and shed a silent tear,To see my search around,
Then whisper'd, “I will tell you where
The Dove may yet be found,
The Dove may yet be found.
6.
“By meek Religion's humble cot,She builds her downy nest;
Go, seek that sweet secluded spot,
And win her to your breast,
And win her to your breast.”
[There is a happy land]
1.
There is a happy land,Far, far away;
Where saints in glory stand,
Bright, bright as day.
O how they sweetly sing,
Worthy is our Saviour King;
Loud, let his praises ring,
Praise, praise for aye.
2.
Come to the happy land,Come, come away!
Why will you doubting stand?
Why yet delay?
O we shall happy be,
When from sin and sorrow free,
Lord, we shall live with thee,
Blest, blest for aye.
3.
Bright, in that happy land,Beams ev'ry eye;
Kept by a father's hand,
Love cannot die.
Then shall his kingdom come,
Saints shall share a glorious home,
And bright above the sun,
We'll reign for aye.
90
[The Lord into his garden comes]
The Lord into his garden comes,The spices yield a rich perfume,
The lilies grow and thrive;
Refreshing showers of grace divine,
From Jesus flow to every vine,
And make the dead revive.
91
[O how I have long'd for the coming of God]
O how I have long'd for the coming of God,And sought him by praying, and searching his word;
With watching and fasting my soul was opprest,
Nor would I give over, till Jesus had bless'd.
92
[Father, I long, I faint to see]
Father, I long, I faint to seeThe place of thine abode,
I'd leave these earthly courts, and flee
Up to thy courts, my God.
Here I behold thy distant face,
And 'tis a pleasing sight,
But to abide in thine embrace
Is infinite delight.
[Why should we start, or fear to die]
Why should we start, or fear to die?What tim'rous worms we mortals are;
Death is the gate of end less joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.
93
[And if you meet with troubles]
And if you meet with troublesAnd trials on the way,
Then cast your care on Jesus,
And don't forget to pray.
Gird on the heav'nly armour
Of faith, and hope, and love;
And when the combat's ended,
He'll take you up above.
94
[Come, thou fount of every blessing]
Come, thou fount of every blessing,Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise.
I am bound for the kingdom,
Will you go to glory with me?
Hallelujah, praise the Lord.
[No more shall the sound of the war-whoop be heard]
No more shall the sound of the war-whoop be heard,The ambush and slaughter no longer be fear'd.
The tomahawk buried, shall rest in the ground,
And peace and good-will to the nations abound.
95
[Soldiers, go, but not to claim]
Soldiers, go, but not to claimMouldering spoils of earthborn treasure,
Not to build a vaunting name,
Not to dwell in tents of pleasure,
Dream not that the way is smooth,
Hope not that the thorns are roses,
Turn no wishful eye of youth,
Where the sunny beam reposes.
Thou hast sterner work to do,
Hast to cut thy passage through;
Close behind the gulfs are burning:
Forward then, there's no returning.
96
[Young people all, attention give]
1
Young people all, attention give,While I address you in God's name;
You who in sin and folly live,
Come hear the counsel of a friend.
I've sought for bliss in glitt'ring toys,
And ranged the luring scenes of vice;
But never knew substantial joys,
Until I heard my Saviour's voice.
2
He spake at once my sins forgiven,And wash'd my load of guilt away;
He gave me glory, peace, and heaven,
And thus I found the heav'nly way
And now with trembling sense I view
The billows roll beneath your feet;
For death eternal waits for you,
Who slight the force of gospel truth
3
Youth, like the spring, will soon be goneBy fleeting time or conquering death,
Your morning sun may set at noon,
And leave you ever in the dark.
Your sparkling eyes and blooming cheeks
Must wither like the blasted rose;
The coffin, earth, and winding sheet
Will soon your active limbs enclose.
4
Ye heedless ones that wildly stroll,The grave will soon become your bed,
Where silence reigns, and vapours roll
In solemn darkness round your head.
Your friends will pass the lonesome place,
And with a sigh move slow along;
Still gazing on the spires of grass
With which your graves are overgrown.
5
Your souls will land in darker realms,Where vengeance reigns and billows roar,
And roll amid the burning flames,
When thousand thousand years are o'er.
Sunk in the shades of endless night,
To groan and howl in endless pain,
And never more behold the light,
And never, never rise again.
6
Ye blooming youth, this is the stateOf all who do free grace refuse;
And soon with you 'twill be too late
The way of life and Christ to choose.
Come, lay your carnal weapons by,
No longer fight against your God
But with the gospel now comply
And heav'n shall be your great reward.
97
[He comes! he comes! to judge the world]
[1]
He comes! he comes! to judge the world,Aloud th' archangel cries;
While thunders roll from pole to pole,
And lightnings cleave the skies;
Th' affrighted nations hear the sound,
And upward lift their eyes;
The slumb'ring tenants of the ground
In living armies rice.
2
Amid the shouts of numerous friends,Of hosts divinely bright,
The Judge in solemn pomp descends,
Array'd in robes of light;
His head and hair are white as snow,
His eyes a fiery flame,
A radiant crown adorns his brow,
And Jesus is his name.
3
Writ on his thigh his name appears,And scars his victories tell;
Lo! in his hand the conqueror bears
The keys of death and hell:
So he ascends the judgment-seat,
And at his dread command,
Myriads of creatures round his feet
In solemn silence stand.
4
Princes and peasants here expectTheir last, their righteous doom;
The men who dared his grace reject,
And they who dared presume.
“Depart, ye sons of vice and sin,”
The injured Jesus cries,
While the long kindling wrath within
Flashes from both his eyes.
5
And now in words divinely sweet,With rapture in his face,
Aloud his sacred lips repeat
The sentence of his grace:
“Well done, my good and faithful sons,
The children of my love,
Receive the sceptres, crowns and thrones,
Prepared for you above.”
98
[My days, my weeks, my months, my years]
[1]
My days, my weeks, my months, my years,Fly rapid as the whirling spheres,
Around the steady pole;
Time, like the tide, its motion keeps,
And I must launch thro' endless deeps,
Where endless ages roll.
2
The grave is near, the cradle seen,How swift the moments pass between.
And whisper as they fly;
Unthinking man, remember this,
Though fond of sublunary bliss,
That you must groan and die.
3
My soul, attend the solemn call,Thine earthly tent must shortly fall
And thou must take thy flight
Beyond the vast expansive blue,
To sing above as angels do.
Or sink in endless night.
99
[I sing a song which doth belong to all the human race]
[1.]
I sing a song which doth belong to all the human race,Concerning death, which steals the breath, and blasts the comely face;
Come listen all unto my call, which I do make today
For you must die as well as I, And pass from hence away.
2.
No human power can stop the hour, wherein a mortal dies;A Cæsar may be great to-day, yet death will close his eyes:
Though some do strive and do arrive to riches and renown,
Enjoying health and swim in wealth, yet death will bring them down.
3.
Though beauty grace your comely face, with roses white and red,A dying fall will spoil it all, for Absalom is dead:
Though you acquire the best attire, appearing fine and fair.
Yet death will come into the room, and strip you naked there.
4.
The princes high and beggars die, and mingle with the dust,The rich, the brave, the negro slave, the wicked and the just:
Therefore prepare to meet thy God, before it be too late,
Or else you'll weep, lament and cry, lost in a ruin'd state.
100
[Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring]
[1]
Burst, ye emerald gates, and bringTo my raptured vision
All th'ecstatic joys that spring
Round the bright elysian.
Lo, we lift our longing eyes,
Burst, ye intervening skies,
Sun of righteousness, arise,
Ope the gates of paradise.
2
Floods of everlasting lightFreely flash before him;
Myriads, with supreme delight,
Instantly adore him:
Angel trumps resound his fame,
Lutes of lucid gold proclaim
All the music of his name,
Heav'n echoing with the theme.
3
Four-and-twenty elders riseFrom their princely station:
Shout his glorious victories,
Sing the great salvation;
Cast their crowns before his throne,
Cry in reverential tone,
Glory give to God alone;
‘Holy, holy, holy One!’
4
Hark! the thrilling symphoniesSeem, methinks, to seize us
Join we too their holy lays,
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!
Sweetest sound in seraphs' song—
Sweetest notes on mortal tongue
Sweetest carol eve, sung—
Jesus, Jesus, roll along
101
[How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord]
[1]
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,Is laid for your faith in his excellent word;
What more can he say than to you he hath said,
You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?
2
In every condition—in sickness and health,In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth;
At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea,
As thy days may demand, shall thy strength ever be.
3
“Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismay'd!I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;
I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause hee to stand,
Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.
4
“When through the deep waters I call thee to go,The rivers of water shall not overflow;
For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.
5
“When through fiery trials thy pathway shall he,My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply;
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.
6
“E'en down to old age, all my people shall proveMy sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love:
And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.
7
“The soul that on Jesus hath lean'd for repose,I will not, I will not, desert to his foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavour to shake
I'll never, no never, no never forsake.”
102
[Vain, delusive world, adieu]
[1]
Vain, delusive world, adieu,With all of creature good;
Only Jesus I pursue,
Who bought us with his blood.
All thy pleasures I forego,
I trample on thy wealth and pride;
Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus crucified
2
Other knowledge I disdain,'Tis all but vanity:
Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain,
He tasted death for me!
Me to save from endless wo,
The sin-atoning victim died!
Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus crucified!
3
Here will I set up my rest;My fluctuating heart
From the haven of his breast
Shall never more depart:
Whither should a sinner go?
His wounds for me stand open wide;
Only Jesus will I know
And Jesus crucified
4
Him to know is life and peace,And pleasure without end;
This is all my happiness,
On Jesus to depend;
Daily in his grace to grow,
And ever in his faith abide,
Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus crucified!
5
O that I could all invite,This saving truth to prove:
Show the length, the breadth, the heigh
And depth of Jesus' love!
Fain I would to sinners show
The blood by faith alone applied!
Only Jesus will I know
And Jesus crucified
103
[Brethren, we have met to worship]
[1]
Brethren, we have met to worship,And adore the Lord our God;
Will you pray with all your power,
While we try to preach the word.
All is vain, unless the Spirit
Of the Holy One come down;
Brethren, pray, and holy manna
Will be shower'd all around
2
Brethren, see poor sinners round you,Trembling on the brink of wo;
Death is coming, hell is moving;
Can you bear to let them go?
See our fathers—see our mothers,
And our children sinking down;
Brethren, pray, and holy manna
Will be shower'd all around.
3
Sisters, will you join and help us?Moses' sisters aided him;
Will you help the trembling mourners,
Who are struggling hard with sin?
Tell them all about the Saviour,
Tell them that he will be found;
Sisters, pray, and holy manna
Will be shower'd all around.
4
Is there here a trembling jailer,Seeking grace, and fill'd with fears
Is there here a weeping Mary,
Pouring forth a flood of tears?
Brethren, join your cries to help them
Sisters, let your prayers abound;
Pray, O! pray, that holy manna
May be scatter'd all around.
5
Let us love our God supremely,Let us love each other too;
Let us love and pray for sinners,
Till our God makes all things new
Then he'll call us home to heaven.
At his table we'll sit down.
Christ will gird himself, and serve us
With sweet manna all around.
104
[When I can read my title clear]
[1]
When I can read my title clearTo mansions in the skies,
I'll bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
I feel like, I feel like I'm on my journey home.
I feel like, I feel like I'm on my journey home.
I feel like, I feel like I'm on my journey home.
2
Should earth against my soul engage,And fiery darts be hurl'd,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.
3
Let cares like a wild deluge come,Let storms of sorrow fall,
So I but safely reach my home
My God, my heaven, my all.
4
There I shall bathe my weary soulIn seas of heavenly rest;
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
105
[Come and taste, along with me]
[1.]
Come and taste, along with me,Consolation running free,
Consolation running free,
And I will give him glory.
'Tis religion we believe,
O, glory, hallelujah!
Soon it will land our souls up yonder;
Glory, hallelujah!
2.
From our Father's wealthy throne,Sweeter than the honey-comb.
And I will give, &c.
3.
Wherefore should I feast alone?Two are better far than one.
And I will give, &c.
4.
All that come with free good-willMake the banquet sweeter still.
And I will give, &c.
5.
Now I go to mercy a door,Asking for a little more.
And I will give, &c.
6.
Jesus gives a double share,Calling me his chosen heir.
And I will give, &c.
7.
Goodness, running like a streamThrough the New Jerusalem,
And I will give, &c.
8.
By a constant breaking forth,Sweetens earth and heaven both.
And I will give, &c.
9.
Saints and angels sing aloud,To behold the shining crowd,
And I will give, &c.
10.
Coming in at mercy's door,Making still the number more.
And I will give, &c.
11.
Heaven's here, and heaven's there,Comfort flowing everywhere,
And I will give, &c.
12.
And I boldly do professThat my soul hath got a taste.
And I will give, &c.
13.
Now I'll go rejoicing homeFrom the banquet of perfume.
And I will give, &c.
14.
Finding manna on the road,Dropping from the throne of God.
And I will give, &c.
15.
O, return, ye sons of grace,Turn and see God's smiling face.
And I will give, &c.
16.
Hark! he calls backsliders home,Then from him no longer roam.
And I will give, &c.
106
[I am a stranger here below]
1.
I am a stranger here below,And what I am 'tis hard to know;
I am so vile, so prone to sin,
I fear that I'm not born again.
2.
When I experience call to mind,My understanding is so blind—
All feeling sense seems to be gone,
Which makes me think that I am wrong.
[Shall men pretend to pleasure]
Shall men pretend to pleasure,Who never knew the Lord?
Can all the worldling's treasure
True peace of mind afford?
They may obtain this jewel,
In what their hearts desire,
When they, by adding fuel,
Can quench the flame of fire.
107
[And let this feeble body fail]
And let this feeble body fail,And let [illeg.] and die;
My soul shall quit this mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high.
And I'll sing hallelujah,
And you'll sing hallelujah,
And we'll all sing hallelujah,
When we arrive at home.
108
[Hark! hark! glad tidings charm our ears]
Hark! hark! glad tidings charm our ears,
Angelic music fills the spheres;
Earth spreads the sound with decent mirth,
A God, a God is born on earth!
Angelic music fills the spheres;
Earth spreads the sound with decent mirth,
A God, a God is born on earth!
A God is born! the valleys cry;
A God is born! the hills reply;
Evening repeats to wondering morn,
A God, a God on earth is born!
A God is born! the hills reply;
Evening repeats to wondering morn,
A God, a God on earth is born!
Earth spreads, &c. the hills reply;
A God, a God on earth is born!
A God, a God on earth is born!
109
[There's a friend above all others]
[1]
There's a friend above all others,O, how he loves!
His is love beyond a brother's,
O, how he loves!
Earthly friends may fail and leave us,
This day kind, the next bereave us;
But this friend will ne'er deceive us,
O, how he loves!
2
Blessed Jesus! wouldst thou know him,O, how he loves!
Give thyself e'en this day to him,
O, how he loves!
Is it sin that pains and grieves thee?
Unbelief and trials tease thee?
Jesus can from all release thee,
O, how he loves!
3
Love this friend who longs to save thee,O, how he loves!
Dost thou love? He will not leave thee
O, how he loves!
Think no more then of to-morrow,
Take his easy yoke and follow,
Jesus carries all thy sorrow,
O, how he loves!
4
All thy sins shall be forgiven,O, how he loves!
Backward all thy foes be driven,
O, how he loves!
Best of blessings he'll provide thee,
Naught but good shall e'er betide thee,
Safe to glory he will guide thee,
O, how he loves!
5
Pause, my soul! adore and wonder,O, how he loves!
Naught can cleave this love asunder,
O, how he loves!
Neither trial, nor temptation,
Doubt, nor fear, nor tribulation,
Can bereave us of salvation;
O, how he loves!
6
Let us still this love be viewing;O, how he loves!
And, though faint, keep on pursuing
O, how he loves!
He will strengthen each endeavour.
And when pass'd o'er Jordan's river
This shall be our song for ever
O, how he loves!
110
[This world's not all a fleeting show]
[1]
This world's not all a fleeting show,For man's illusion giv'n;
He that hath sooth'd a widow's wo,
Or wiped an orphan's tear, doth know
There's something here of heav'n.
2
And he that walks life's thorny way,With feelings calm and ev'n,
Whose path is lit from day to day
With virtue's bright and steady ray,
Hath something felt of heav'n.
3
He that the Christian's course has run,And all his foes forgiv'n,
Who measures out life's little span
In love to God and love to man,
On earth hath tasted heav'n.
111
[From Greenland's icy mountains]
[1]
From Greenland's icy mountains,From India's coral strand;
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver
Their land from error's chain.
2
What though the spicy breezeBlow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile;
In vain, with lavish kindness,
The gifts of God are strown;
The heathen, in his blindness,
Bows down to wood and stone.
3
Shall we, whose souls are lightedWith wisdom from on high,
Shall we, to men benighted,
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation
Has learn'd Messiah's name.
4
Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,And you, ye waters, roll
Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole
Till o'er our ransom'd nature.
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator
In bliss returns to reign.
112
[Say now, ye lovely social band]
1.
Say now, ye lovely social band,Who walk the way to Canaan's land;
Ye who have fled from Sodom's plain,
Say, would you now return again?
Have you just ventured to the field,
Well arm'd with helmet, sword, and shield,
And shall the world, with dread alarms,
Compel you now to ground your arms?
2.
Beware of pleasure's siren song;Alas! it cannot soothe you long;
It cannot quiet Jordan's wave,
Nor cheer the dark and silent grave.
O let your thoughts delight to soar
Where earth and time shall be no more;
Explore by faith the heavenly fields,
And pluck the fruit that Canaan yields.
3.
There see the glorious hosts on wing,And hear the heav'nly seraphs sing!
The shining ranks in order stand,
Or move like lightning at command.
Jehovah there reigns not alone,
The Saviour shares his Father's throne,
While angels circle round his seat,
And worship prostrate at his feet.
4.
Behold! I see, among the rest,A host in richer garments dress'd;
A host that near his presence stands,
And palms of victory grace their hands.
Say, who are these I now behold,
With blood-wash'd robes and crowns of gold!
This glorious host is not unknown
To him who sits upon the throne.
5.
These are the followers of the Lamb;From tribulation great they came;
And on the hill of sweet repose
They bid adieu to all their woes.
Soon on the wings of love you'll fly,
To join them in that world on high;—
O make it now your chiefest care
The image of your Lord to bear
113
[My Christian friends, in bonds of love]
1
My Christian friends, in bonds of love,Whose hearts in sweetest union join,
Your friendship's like a drawing band,
Yet we must take the parting hand.
2
Your company's sweet, your union dear,Your words delightful to my ear,
Yet when I see that we must part,
You draw like cords around my heart.
3
How sweet the hours have pass'd away,Since we have met to sing and pray;
How loath we are to leave the place
Where Jesus shows his smiling face.
4
O could I stay with friends so kind,How would it cheer my drooping mind!
But duty makes me understand,
That we must take the parting hand,
5
And since it is God's holy will,We must be parted for a while,
In sweet submission, all as one,
We'll say, our Father's will be done.
6
My youthful friends, in Christian ties,Who seek for mansions in the skies,
Fight on, we'll gain that happy shore,
Where parting will be known no more.
7
How oft I've seen your flowing tears,And heard you tell your hopes and fears!
Your hearts with love were seen to flame,
Which makes me hope well meet again.
8
Ye mourning souls, lift up your eyesTo glorious mansions in the skies;
O trust his grace—in Canaan's land,
We'll no more take the parting hand.
9
And now, my friends, both old and young,I hope in Christ you'll still go on;
And if on earth we meet no more,
O may we meet on Canaan's shore.
10
I hope you'll all remember me,If you on earth no more I see;
An interest in your prayers I crave,
That we may meet beyond the grave.
11
O glorious day! O blessed hope!My soul leaps forward at the thought,
When, on that happy, happy land,
We'll no more take the parting hand.
12
But with our blessed, holy Lord,We'll shout and sing with one accord
And there we'll all with Jesus dwell
So, loving Christians, fare you well.
114
[With inward pain my heartstrings sound]
With inward pain my heartstrings sound,My soul dissolves away;
Dear Sovereign, whirl the seasons round,
Dear Sovereign, whirl the seasons round,
And bring And bring the promised day,
And bring the promised day.
115
[How splendid shines the morning star]
How splendid shines the morning star,God's gracious light from darkness far
The root of Jesse blessed.
Thou David's son of Jacob's stem,
My bridegroom, king, and wondrous Lamb,
Thou hast my heart possessed.
Sweetly, friendly, O thou handsome, precious ransom,
Full of graces, set and kept in heav'nly places.
116
[Those happy spirits, &c.]
1
The cross of Christ inspires my heartTo sing redeeming grace;
Awake, my soul, and bear a part
In my Redeemer's praise.
O! what can be compar'd to him
Who died upon the tree!
This is my dear, delightful theme
That Jesus died for me.
2
When at the table of the LordWe humbly take our place,
The death of Jesus we record,
With love and thankfulness
These emblems bring my Lord to view,
Upon the bloody tree,
My soul believes and feels it's true,
That Jesus died for me.
3
His body broken, nail'd, and torn,And stain'd with streams of blood,
His spotless soul was left forlorn,
Forsaken of his God.
'Twas then his Father gave the stroke
That justice did decree;
All nature felt the dreadful stroke.
When Jesus died for me.
4
Eli lama sabachthani,My God, my God, he cried,
Why hast thou thus forsaken me!
And thus my Saviour died.
But why did God forsake his Son,
When bleeding on the tree?
He died for sins, but not his own,
For Jesus died for me
5
My guilt was on my Surety laidAnd therefore he must die;
His soul a sacrifice was made.
For such a worm as I
Was ever love so great as this?
Was ever grace so free?
This is my glory, joy and bliss,
That Jesus died for me.
6
He took his meritorious blood,And rose above the skies,
And in the presence of his God,
Presents his sacrifice.
His intercession must prevail
With such a glorious plea
My cause can never, never fail,
For Jesus died for me
7
Angels in shining order sitAround my Saviour's throne;
They bow with reverence at his feet
And make his glories known.
Those happy spirits sing his praise
To all eternity;
But I can sing redeeming grace
For Jesus died for me.
8
O! had I but an angel's voiceTo bear my heart along,
My flowing numbers soon would raise
To an immortal song.
I'd charm their harps and golden lyres
In sweetest harmony,
And tell to all the heavenly choirs
That Jesus died for me.
118
[Hark! the jubilee is sounding]
[1]
Hark! the jubilee is sounding,O the joyful news is come;
Free salvation is proclaimed
In and through God's only Son:
Now we have an invitation,
To the meek and lowly Lamb,
Glory, honour, and salvation;
Christ, the Lord, is come to reign.
2
Come, dear friends, and don't neglect it,Come to Jesus in your prime;
Great salvation, don't reject it,
O receive it, now's your time;
Now the Saviour is beginning
To revive his work again.
Glory, honour, &c.
3
Now let each one cease from sinning,Come and follow Christ the way;
We shall all receive a blessing,
If from him we do not stray;
Golden moments we've neglected,
Yet the Lord invites again!
Glory, honour, &c.
4
Come, let us run our race with patience,Looking unto Christ the Lord,
Who doth live and reign for ever,
With his Father and our God;
He is worthy to be praised,
He is our exalted king,
Glory, honour, &c.
5
Come, dear children, praise your Jesus,Praise him, praise him evermore.
May his great love now constrain us,
His great name for to adore;
O then let us join together,
Crowns of glory to obtain!
Glory, honour, &c.
| The Southern harmony, and musical companion | |