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Title: Hymns for Christian Devotion
       Especially Adapted to the Universalist Denomination

Author: J.G. Adams
        E.H. Chapin

Release Date: January 29, 2007 [EBook #20476]

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In presenting this work to the public, the compilers would say, that they do not intend it as a rival of any other Hymn Book already in existence; but, if advancement in the light of other good works be allowable, as an improvement on them all. Although evidently designed in one sense for a denomination, they have also intended that it shall answer in some measure the demands of a liberal and progressive Christianity--a Christianity, under whatever name or pretension found, that would diffuse Christ's spirit and do his works of truth and love among men.

We have sought to give variety in these Hymns; to have the number ample enough; and while cautious in reference to their literary character, to select those of a devotional tendency, rather than those chiefly commendable for their poetical excellence. We have intended also to pay due respect to the old Hymns so justly familiar with those of every age among our worshippers, while we have not been unmindful of the new claimants of public favor.

It will be perceived that there is a greater variety of Hymns on several topics than in most other Hymn Books now in use among us; especially in reference to the philanthropic nature of our religion, and the peculiar indications of this nature in the present age. In the department of the book entitled "Triumph of Christianity," faithfulness in representing this great truth is designed. In all instances where the authorship of a hymn could be ascertained, it has been given. Of a few hymns, however, taken from a copy of the new Cambridge Unitarian Hymn Book, kindly handed us in sheets, it was not known whether they were original or not. They appear in this book, therefore, in company with quite a number of original ones, without any special mark thus to designate them.

To the friends who have so kindly aided us, by suggestions or contributions, we return our sincere thanks; and to the Christian public do we now humbly dedicate this work, invoking the blessing of God upon its use, and praying that it may be welcomed by many souls seeking the aids and blessings of Christian devotion.

J. G. Adams,
E. H. Chapin.

Boston, August 1, 1846.

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1846, by
In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Massachusetts.




Introduction and Close of Worship, 1 to 100
Character, Attributes and Providence of God, 101 to 148
General Praise, 149 to 167
Religion of Nature, 168 to 183
The Scriptures, 184 to 197
Christ; His Character and Offices, 198 to 256
The Gospel and Its Invitations, 257 to 283
Triumph of Christianity, 284 to 322
Repentance and Reformation, 323 to 338
Christian Character and Life, 339 to 421
Devout Exercises, 422 to 513
Life, Death and Futurity, 514 to 565
Mourning and Consolation, 566 to 605
Submission and Reliance, 606 to 635
Religious Exultation, 636 to 652
The Church and Ordinances, 653 to 695
Dedications; Ordinations; Installations, 696 to 718
Associations, Conventions and Missionary Meetings, 719 to 737
Early Religious Culture, 738 to 763
Philanthropic Subjects, 764 to 824
Seamen's Hymns, 825 to 835
National Hymns, 836 to 850
The Seasons, Annual Occasions, &c. 851 to 901
Social and Domestic Worship, 902 to 934
Morning and Evening Hymns, 935 to 960
Miscellaneous, 961 to 1005
Doxologies, 1006 to 1008


Above, below, where'er I gaze, 116
According to thy gracious word, 690
Affliction is a stormy deep, 609
Again our ears have heard the voice, 83
Again our earthly cares we leave, 32
Again the Lord of life and light, 60
A glance from heaven with sweet effect, 526
A glory gilds the sacred page, 186
A holy air is breathing round, 917
Ah! wretched souls who strive in vain, 443
A King shall reign in righteousness, 255
All from the sun's uprise, 166
All hail the power of Jesus' name, 246
All hail, ye servants of the Lord, 770
All nature dies and lives again, 550
All nature feels attractive power, 381
All nature's works his praise declare, 984
All men are equal in their birth, 766
All powerful, self-existent God, 146
All ye nations, praise the Lord, 94
Almighty former of creation's plan, 121
Almighty God, in humble prayer, 459
Almighty God, thy wondrous works, 139
Almighty King, whose wondrous hand, 515
Almighty Maker, Lord of all, 489
Almighty Lord, before thy throne, 874
Along my earthly way, 521
Amazing, beauteous change, 312
Am I an Israelite indeed, 502
Am I a soldier of the cross, 369
Amid surrounding gloom and waste, 994
Amidst a world of hopes and fears, 487
And art thou with us, gracious Lord, 627
And can my heart aspire so high, 481
And is the gospel peace and love, 357
And is there, Lord, a rest, 563
And now, my soul, another year, 895
Angels! roll the rock away, 235
Another day is past, 950
Another six days' work is done, 58
Approach not the altar with gloom in thy soul, 965
Approach, thou blessed of the Lord, 663
Around Bethesda's healing wave, 221
Arrayed in clouds of golden light, 210
As body when the soul has fled, 773
As bowed by sudden storms, the rose, 579
As earth's pageant passes by, 421
Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep, 549
As in solemn congregation, 687
As o'er the past my memory strays, 893
A soldier's course, from battles won, 340
As showers on meadows newly mown, 292
As the evening shadows gather, 716
As the hart with eager looks, 428
As the sweet flower that scents the morn, 582
As twilight's gradual veil is spread, 551
As when the deluge waves were gone, 968
At God's command the morning ray, 857
At the portals of thy house, 72
Auspicious morning, hail, 846
Author of good, to thee we turn, 430
A voice from the desert comes awful and shrill, 199
Awake, my soul, and with the sun, 936
Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes, 367
Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, 368
Awake our souls, away our fears, 370
Baptized into our Saviour's death, 671
Before Jehovah's awful throne, 4
Begin, my soul, the exalted lay, 161
Begin the high celestial strain, 169
Behold, amid his little flock, 683
Behold my servant, see him rise, 198
Behold, on Zion's heavenly shore, 561
Behold th' amazing sight, 247
Behold the grace appears, 206
Behold the lofty sky, 188
Behold the morning sun, 280
Behold the path which mortals tread, 541
Behold the Prince of Peace, 216
Behold the Saviour on the cross, 231
Behold the western evening light, 544
Behold, what wondrous grace, 442
Behold where breathing love divine, 225
Behold where in a mortal form, 239
Be it my only wisdom here, 457
Beneath our feet and o'er our head, 531
Bereft, of all, when hopeless care, 633
Beset with snares on every hand, 455
Be thou, O God, exalted high, 149
Be with me, Lord, where'er I go, 488
Beyond, beyond that boundless sea, 108
Blessed be thy name forever, 170
Blessed state and happy he, 964
Bless, O bless, Almighty Father, 997
Bless, O Lord, each opening year, 894
Blest are the humble souls that see, 344
Blest are the meek, he said, 348
Blest are the pure in heart, 351
Blest are the sons of peace, 393
Blest are the souls that hear and know, 276
Blest be the hour when friends shall meet, 580
Blest be the tie that binds, 659
Blest day of God, most calm, most bright, 8
Blest hour, when mortal man retires, 44
Blest instructor! from thy ways, 334
Blest is the hour when cares depart, 708
Blest is the man who fears the Lord, 410
Blest is the man who fears the Lord, 925
Blest who with generous pity glows, 780
Blest with unearthly bliss were they, 911
Blow ye the trumpet, blow, 261
Borne o'er the ocean's stormy wave, 378
Bound upon th' accursed tree, 248
Bread of heaven, on thee we feed, 681
Breathe thoughts of pity o'er a brother's fall, 814
Brethren beloved for Jesus' sake, 726
Brighter shines the gospel day, 263
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, 209
Bright was the guiding star that led, 271
Brother, hast thou wandered far, 274
Brother, rest from sin and sorrow, 591
Brother, though from yonder sky, 576
By cool Siloam's shady rill, 739
Called by the Sabbath bells away, 69
Calm on the bosom of thy God, 589
Calm on the listening ear of night, 202
Can creatures to perfection find, 142
Child amidst the flowers at play, 372
Children of light, awake, 359
Children of the heavenly King, 379
Choice of God, thou blessed day, 59
Christ the Lord is risen to-day, 553
Christians, brethren, ere we part, 730
Clay to clay, and dust to dust, 545
Come hither all ye weary souls, 259
Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, 501
Come in, thou blessed of the Lord, 662
Come, kingdom of our God, 303
Come, let us join our souls to God, 52
Come, let us pray, 'tis sweet to feel, 447
Come, O thou Universal Good, 435
Come, said Jesus' sacred voice, 283
Come, shout aloud the Father's grace, 644
Come, sing a Saviour's power, 287
Come, sound his praise abroad, 47
Come the rich, and come the poor, 973
Come, thou Almighty King, 2
Come, thou soul-transforming spirit, 82
Come to the house of prayer, 20
Come to the living waters, come, 281
Come, ye disconsolate, 575
Come, ye that love the Lord, 417
Creation's sovereign Lord, 753
Creator Spirit, by whose light, 76
Dark was the night, and cold the ground, 229
Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness, 647
Daughter of Zion, from the dust, 315
Dear as thou wert, and justly dear, 594
Dear is the hallowed morn to me, 959
Dear Lord, behold thy servants here, 725
Death has been here and borne away, 760
Death moves with victor's tread, 1004
Deem not that they are blest alone, 566
Drop the limpid waters now, 670
Early, my God, without delay, 63
Eat, drink, in memory of your friend, 678
Ere mountains reared their forms sublime, 107
Ere to the world again we go, 80
Eternal God, our humbled souls, 993
Eternal Source of every joy, 856
Eternal Source of life and light, 81
Eternal Source of light and thought, 74
Eternal Wisdom, thee we praise, 123
Exalt the Lord our God, 133
Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss, 375
Faith, hope and charity, these three, 388
Faith, hope and love, now dwell on earth, 387
Faith is the Christian's prop, 376
Fallen is thy throne, O Israel, 976
Far as thy name is known, 656
Farewell, dear friend! a long farewell, 757
Farewell, thou once a mortal, 600
Farewell, what power of words can tell, 578
Far from mortal cares retreating, 26
Far from these scenes of night, 559
Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, 463
Father, adored in worlds above, 51
Father and Friend, thy light, thy love, 473
Father, at this altar bending, 717
Father, at thy footstool see, 916
Father, bless thy word to all, 85
Father, breathe an evening blessing, 942
Father Divine, the Saviour cried, 241
Father, gathered round the bier, 596
Father, hear us when we pray, 904
Father, I know thy ways are just, 485
Father in heaven, to thee my heart, 11
Father, lo we consecrate, 699
Father of all, in every age, 482
Father of all, Omniscient mind, 111
Father of all our mercies, thou, 470
Father of all, where shall we find, 50
Father of all, whose cares extend, 483
Father of faithful Abraham, hear, 317
Father of light, conduct my feet, 450
Father of me and all mankind, 491
Father of mercies, God of love, 613
Father of omnipresent grace, 73
Father of our feeble race, 764
Father, once more let grateful praise, 752
Father, thy paternal care, 943
Father, to thy kind love we owe, 103
Father, united by thy grace, 907
Father, we bless the gentle care, 934
Father, we pray for those who dwell, 816
Father, whate'er of earthly bliss, 509
Father, who of old descended, 801
Fear was within the tossing bark, 220
Feeble, helpless, how shall I, 250
For all thy saints, O God, 981
For all who love thee and thy cause, 795
For a season called to part, 921
Forgive us for thy mercy's sake, 325
For thee, O God, our constant praise, 33
Forth from the dark and stormy sky, 24
Fountain of mercy, God of love, 877
Flung to the heedless winds, 980
Friend after friend departs, 572
From early dawning light, 618
From every stormy wind that blows, 452
From Greenland's icy mountains, 733
From the holy mount above, 267
From the table now retiring, 695
From worship now thy church dismiss, 88
From year to year in love we meet, 751
Gently, my Father, let me down, 536
Give us room that we may dwell, 291
Give to the winds thy fears, 637
Glad was my heart to hear, 19
Glorious things of thee are spoken, 653
Glory be to God on high, 155
Glory to God on high, 1006
Glory to thee, my God, this night, 946
God bless our native land, 849
God, from whom all blessings flow, 913
God guard the poor! we may not see, 786
God in his temple let us meet, 75
God, in the gospel of his Son, 192
God is a spirit just and wise, 456
God is love, his mercy brightens, 114
God is my strong salvation, 636
God is our refuge and defence, 634
God moves in a mysterious way, 128
God, my supporter and my hope, 498
God of eternity, from thee, 518
God of love, we look to thee, 908
God of mercy and of wisdom, 747
God of mercy, do thou never, 844
God of mercy, hear our prayer, 738
God of my life, through all its days, 638
God of our fathers, from whose hand, 988
God of our fathers, 'tis thy hand, 791
God of our life, thy constant care, 899
God of our lives, thy various praise, 890
God of our mercy and our praise, 386
God of the fair and open sky, 180
God of the morning, at whose voice, 939
God of the poor, whose listening ear, 781
God of the universe, whose hand, 135
God of the year, with songs of praise, 884
God's perfect law converts the soul, 184
God, that madest earth and heaven, 954
God, who is just and kind, 496
Good is the heavenly King, 859
Go, messengers of peace and love, 721
Go to dark Gethsemane, 230
Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime, 592
Go to the pillow of disease, 767
Go when the morning shineth, 373
Go, ye messengers of God, 734
Grace! 'tis a charming sound, 652
Gracious Source of every blessing, 901
Great God, and wilt thou condescend, 763
Great God, as seasons disappear, 878
Great God, attend while Zion sings, 6
Great God, at thy command, 863
Great God, at whose all-powerful call, 852
Great God, beneath whose piercing eye, 842
Great God, how infinite art thou, 112
Great God, in vain man's narrow view, 126
Great God, let all our tuneful powers, 851
Great God, my joyful thanks to thee, 444
Great God of nations, now to thee, 841
Great God, the heavens' well ordered frame, 168
Great God, the nations of the earth, 732
Great God, this sacred day of thine, 10
Great God, we sing that mighty hand, 886
Great God, where'er we pitch our tent, 929
Great God, with wonder and with praise, 190
Great God, whose universal sway, 297
Great King of Glory, come, 705
Great Maker of unnumbered worlds, 872
Great Shepherd of the people, hear, 27
Great Source of life and light, 1001
Guide me, O thou great Jehovah, 467
Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, 769
Hail! all hail the joyful morn, 208
Hail, great Creator, wise and good, 172
Hail, love divine, joys ever new, 774
Hail, source of light, of life, and love, 167
Hail, sweetest, dearest tie that binds, 731
Hail to the Lord's anointed, 288
Hail to the Sabbath day, 42
Happy is he that fears the Lord, 775
Happy soul, that, safe from harm, 478
Happy the heart where graces reign, 383
Happy the man whose cautious steps, 402
Happy the meek, whose, gentle breast, 349
Hark, a voice divides the sky, 548
Hark! hark! with harps of gold, 203
Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes, 212
Hark, the song of jubilee, 305
Hark, the voice of choral song, 792
Hark! what celestial notes, 207
Hark! what mean those holy voices, 201
Hear what a Saviour's voice, 279
Hear what God the Lord hath spoken, 978
Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims, 547
Heaven is here, its hymns of gladness, 419
Heaven is the land where troubles cease, 555
He dies! the Friend of sinners dies, 234
He knelt, the Saviour knelt and prayed, 226
Help us, O Lord, thy yoke to wear, 783
Help us to help each other, Lord, 915
Herald of the Lord's salvation, 712
Here, gracious God, do thou, 68
Here in the broken bread, 682
Here in thy temple, Lord, we meet, 869
He that goeth forth with weeping, 771
He who walks in virtue's way, 412
High in the heavens, Eternal God, 125
High in yonder realms of light, 562
Holy and reverend is the name, 29
Holy as thou, O Lord, is none, 136
Holy, holy, holy Lord, 150
Hosanna! Lord, thine angels cry, 64
How are thy servants blest, O Lord, 995
How beautiful the sight, 391
How blest amid all blessing, 784
How blest is he who fears the Lord, 765
How blest is he who ne'er consents, 409
How blest the sacred tie that binds, 397
How blest thy creature is, O God, 258
How did my heart rejoice to hear, 57
How glad the tone when summer's sun, 864
How good and pleasant is the sight, 902
How gracious the promise, how soothing the word, 282
How happy is he born or taught, 403
How honored is the place, 654
How lovely are thy dwellings fair, 53
How lovely are thy dwellings, Lord, 914
How pleasant, how divinely fair, 66
How pleased and blest was I, 14
How pleasing, Lord, to see, 928
How precious are thy thoughts of peace, 110
How precious is the book divine, 189
How rich thy favors, God of grace, 445
How rich thy gifts, Almighty King, 885
How shall I praise th' Eternal God, 117
How shall the young secure their hearts, 744
How shall we praise thee, Lord of light, 37
How sweetly flowed the Gospel's sound, 217
How sweet to bless the Lord, 30
How sweet the melting lay, 919
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds, 436
How sweet upon this sacred day, 9
How swift the torrent rolls, 528
How various and how new, 556
How welcome to the soul when pressed, 49
If human kindness meets return, 691
If listening as I listen still, 465
If solid happiness we prize, 625
I hear the voice of woe, 823
I'll bless Jehovah's glorious name, 13
I looked upon the righteous man, 577
I love to steal awhile away, 424
I love thy church, O God, 657
I may not scorn the meanest thing, 820
Imposture shrinks from light, 400
In all my vast concerns with thee, 106
In darkness as in light, 129
Indulgent God, whose bounteous care, 947
In duties and in sufferings too, 249
In God's eternity, 294
In pleasant lands have fallen the lines, 840
I praised the earth in beauty seen, 182
Interval of grateful shade, 919
In the broad fields of heaven, 585
In the cross of Christ I glory, 649
In the glad morn of life, when youth, 746
In the morning sow thy seed, 1003
In the soft season of thy youth, 742
In thy courts let peace be found, 969
In trouble and in grief, O God, 630
I sing the mighty power of God, 119
Isles of the south, awake, 321
Israel's Shepherd, guide me, feed me, 84
Is there a lone and dreary hour, 120
Is there ambition in my heart, 354
Is this a fast for me, 871
It is the one true light, 197
I want a principle within, 449
I want a sober mind, 416
I want the spirit of power within, 431
Jehovah God! thy gracious power, 138
Jerusalem, my glorious home, 558
Jesus, and shall it ever be, 504
Jesus, delightful, charming name, 245
Jesus demands this heart of mine, 329
Jesus his empire shall extend, 286
Jesus, I love thy charming name, 512
Jesus invites his friends, 692
Jesus shall reign where'er the sun, 284
Jesus, the friend of man, 685
Jesus, thou source of calm repose, 244
Jesus, what precept is like thine, 815
John was the Prophet of the Lord, 214
Join, all ye servants of the Lord, 187
Joined in a union, firm and strong, 727
Join every tongue to praise the Lord, 883
Joy to the earth! the Prince of Peace, 809
Joy to the world! the Lord is come, 213
Kind Lord, before thy face, 90
Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake, 909
King of the world! I worship thee, 961
Know, my soul, thy full salvation, 1000
Lamp of our feet, whose hallowed beam, 194
Lay her gently in the dust, 587
Lead us with thy gentle sway, 516
Let all the earth their voices raise, 295
Let all the heathen writers join, 193
Let children hear the mighty deeds, 839
Let deepest silence all around, 464
Let every mortal ear attend, 257
Let monumental pillars rise, 990
Let not the wise their wisdom boast, 650
Let others boast how strong they be, 524
Let party names no more, 396
Let Pharisees of high esteem, 776
Let plenteous grace descend on those, 673
"Let there be light," when from on high, 975
Let the whole race of creatures lie, 145
Let us join as God commands, 905
Let us with a gladsome mind, 153
Let Zion's watchmen all awake, 719
Life is a span, a fleeting hour, 584
Lift aloud the voice of praise, 713
Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, 552
Light of life, seraphic fire, 484
Like Israel's hosts to exile driven, 838
Like morning, when her early breeze, 426
Like shadows gliding o'er the plain, 532
Lo, God is here, let us adore, 54
Long as the darkening cloud abode, 302
Long be our Father's temple ours, 970
Lord, before thy presence come, 28
Lord, bring me to resign, 462
Lord, deliver, thou canst save, 802
Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, 98
Lord, from whom all blessings flow, 407
Lord, have mercy when we pray, 323
Lord, how delightful 'tis to see, 95
Lord, I believe, thy power I own, 468
Lord, I have made thy word my choice, 195
Lord, in heaven thy dwelling place, 39
Lord, in thy garden agony, 480
Lord Jesus, come, for here, 819
Lord, lead the way the Saviour went, 778
Lord, must we die, O let us die, 539
Lord, my times are in thy hand, 611
Lord, now we part in thy blest name, 93
Lord of the worlds above, 21
Lord of glory, King of power, 953
Lord of heaven, and earth, and ocean, 880
Lord of my life, O may thy praise, 940
Lord of the sea, thy potent sway, 828
Lord of the wide extended main, 825
Lord of the worlds below, 867
Lord, in thy Zion's wall, 714
Lord, send thy word and let it run, 808
Lord, subdue our selfish will, 392
Lord, teach a little child to pray, 762
Lord, that I may learn of thee, 505
Lord, thou art good, all nature shows, 130
Lord, thou didst arise and say, 824
Lord, thou hast searched and seen me through, 109
Lord, we adore thy wondrous grace, 661
Lord, we come before thee now, 22
Lord, we believe a rest remains, 479
Lord, we have wandered from thy way, 328
Lord, when thou saidst "so let it be," 176
Lord, when thy people seek thy face, 35
Lord, while for all mankind we pray, 837
Lord, who's the happy man that may, 347
Lo, the day of rest declineth, 91
Lo, the lilies of the field, 179
Lo! the prisoner is released, 601
Loud, raise the notes of joy, 847
Lo, what a glorious sight appears, 301
Lo, what an entertaining sight, 918
Love divine, all love excelling, 15
Mark, how the swift-winged minutes fly, 900
Mark the soft falling snow, 293
Mere human power shall fast decay, 405
Messiah Lord! who wont to dwell, 222
Mid homes and shrines forsaken, 797
Mighty One, before whose face, 724
Millions of souls in glory now, 688
Millions within thy courts have been, 99
Mistaken souls that dream of heaven, 389
Morning breaks upon the tomb, 236
My country, 'tis of thee, 836
My dear Redeemer and my Lord, 238
My Father, cheering name, 102
My Father, grant thy presence nigh, 610
My Father, when around me spread, 529
My God, accept my early vows, 65
My God, how endless is thy love 941
My God, I now from sleep awake, 956
My God, I thank thee, may no thought, 621
My God, my King, thy various praise, 158
My God, permit me not to be, 433
My God, permit my tongue, 492
My God, the covenant of thy love, 486
My God, thy service well demands, 932
My helper, God, I bless his name, 889
My Maker and my King, 124
My Shepherd is the Lord on high, 648
My soul before thee prostrate lies, 331
My soul, be on thy guard, 343
My soul, how lovely is the place, 31
Mysterious are the ways of God, 631
No change of times shall ever shock, 624
No loud avenging voice, 204
Not different food, nor different dress, 399
Not for the pious dead we weep, 568
Not for the prophet tongue of fire, 718
Not for the summer's hour alone, 985
Not in the church-yard shall he sleep, 834
Not with terror do we meet, 679
Not with the flashing steel, 807
No warlike sounds awoke the night, 810
No war nor battle's sound, 806
Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal, 892
Now is the day of grace, 265
Now let our prayers ascend to thee, 870
Now, Lord, the heavenly seed is sown, 87
Now pray we for our country, 850
Now the shades of night are gone, 938
Now to the Lord a noble song, 260
O bow thine ear, Eternal One, 698
O cease, my wandering soul, 474
O come, and let th' assembly all, 906
O come, loud anthems let us sing, 5
O could we speak the matchless worth, 240
O'er mountain tops the mount of God, 811
O'er the dark wave of Galilee, 219
O Father, draw us after thee, 612
O Father, though the anxious fear, 38
O for a closer walk with God, 460
O for a faith that will not shrink, 377
O for a heart to praise my God, 472
O for a prophet's fire, 689
O for a shout of sacred joy, 237
O for the death of those, 604
O God, by whom the seed is given, 86
O God, my Father, and my King, 384
O God, my helper, ever near, 891
O God, my strength, my hope, 425
O God of Freedom, hear us pray, 799
O God of love, with cheering ray, 535
O God, that madest earth and sky, 931
O God, thou art my God alone, 493
O God, thy grace impart, 335
O God, thy name they well may praise, 827
O God unseen, but not unknown, 540
O God, we praise thee, and confess, 164
O God, whose presence glows in all, 34
O happy day that fixed my choice, 664
O happy is the man who hears, 404
O happy soul that lives on high, 406
O help us, Lord, each hour of need, 446
O here, if ever, God of love, 676
O it is joy in one to meet, 903
O let your mingling voices rise, 211
O Lord, another day is flown, 933
O Lord, my best desire fulfil, 619
O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart, 497
O Lord, thy perfect word, 191
O Lord, whose forming hand one blood, 800
O may our sympathizing breasts, 382
Omniscient God, 'tis thine to know, 398
One prayer I have, all prayers in one, 499
One sweet flower has drooped and faded, 761
On eyes that never saw the day, 218
On light beams breaking from above, 620
O not alone with outward sign, 821
On the first Christian Sabbath eve, 56
On this fair spot where nature pays, 702
On thy church, O Power Divine, 308
Onward Christian, though the region, 720
Onward speed thy conquering flight, 318
On what has now been sown, 89
On Zion, his most holy mount, 290
On Zion's holy walls, 597
Open, Lord, my inward ear, 982
Oppression shall not always reign, 805
O praise ye the Lord, prepare a new song, 162
O render thanks to God above, 154
O shut not out sweet pity's ray, 817
O sinner, bring not tears alone, 330
O speed thee, Christian, on thy way, 361
O spirit of the living God, 723
O stay thy tears, for they are blest, 569
O sweet it is to know, to feel, 507
O that the Lord would guide my ways, 475
O Thou, at whose dread name we bend, 987
O Thou, by long experience tried, 131
O Thou, enthroned in worlds above, 440
O Thou from whom all goodness flows, 476
O thou sun of glorious splendor, 320
O Thou, to whom all creatures bow, 134
O Thou, to whom in ancient time, 16
O Thou, who art above all height, 707
O Thou, who didst ordain the word, 710
O Thou, who driest the mourner's tear, 632
O Thou, who hast at thy command, 338
O Thou, who hast spread out the skies, 831
O Thou, who on thy chosen Son, 709
O Thou, whose own vast temple stands, 703
O Thou, whose power o'er moving worlds presides, 441
O Thou, whose presence went before, 803
O timely happy, timely wise, 935
O 'tis a lovely thing to see, 352
O 'tis a scene the heart to move, 920
Our country is Immanuel's ground, 523
Our Father, ever living, 728
Our Father, God, not face to face, 706
Our Father in heaven, we hallow thy name, 437
Our fathers, Lord, to seek a spot, 843
Our Father! we may lisp thy name, 788
Our Father, when beside the tomb, 966
Our Father, who in heaven art, 438
Our God, our help in ages past, 514
Our God, where'er thy people meet, 910
Our Heavenly Father calls, 686
Our Heavenly Father, hear, 439
Our heaven is everywhere, 418
Our little bark on boisterous seas, 830
Our pilgrim brethren dwelling far, 735
Ours is a lovely world, how fair, 173
Our times are in thy hand, and Thou, 520
O weep not for the joys that fade, 602
O what amazing words of grace, 264
O what a struggle wakes within, 974
O what is life, 'tis like a flower, 519
O where, our Saviour, sweeps the line, 420
O who shall see the glorious day, 316
O worship the King, all glorious above, 151
O Zion, tune thy voice, 319
Parent of all, omnipotent, 845
Part in peace! is day before us, 96
Pastor, thou art from us taken, 598
Patience, O 'tis a grace divine, 345
Peace be to this habitation, 924
Peace! the welcome sound proclaim, 812
Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan, 269
People of the living God, 660
Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin, 270
Pillows wet with tears of anguish, 794
Pity the nations, O our God, 694
Planted in Christ the living vine, 658
Pour, blessed gospel, glorious news for man, 304
Praise for the glorious light, 790
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, 1008
Praise on thee in Zion's gates, 882
Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him, 641
Praise to God, immortal praise, 855
Praise to God, immortal praise, 1007
Praise to God the great Creator, 262
Praise to thee, thou great Creator, 165
Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee, 45
Praise ye Jehovah's name, 159
Praise ye the Lord, around whose throne, 157
Praise ye the Lord on every height, 152
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 371
Prayer may be sweet in cottage homes, 833
Prepare us, Lord, to view thy cross, 675
Quiet, Lord, my froward heart, 506
Raise the adoring song, 989
Rejoice, the Lord is king, 854
Religion can assuage, 408
Religion! in its blessed ray, 363
Remark, my soul, the narrow bounds, 887
Remember thy Creator, 740
Restore, O Father, to our times restore, 680
Return, my soul, unto thy rest, 500
Return, O wanderer, now return, 272
Ride on, ride on in majesty, 224
Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise, 298
Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, 434
Rise, O my soul, pursue the path, 522
Sacred day, forever blest, 71
Safely through another week, 36
Salt of the earth, ye virtuous few, 768
Salvation! O the joyful sound, 640
Saviour, thy law we love, 672
Saviour, who thy flock art feeding, 668
Say, why should friendship grieve for those, 581
Scorn not the slightest word or deed, 822
Searcher of hearts! before thy face, 461
See from on high a light divine, 215
See how great a flame aspires, 306
See how he loved! exclaimed the Jews, 242
See Israel's gentle Shepherd stands, 665
See lovely nature raise her head, 554
Send down thy winged angel, God, 930
Servant of God, well done, 593
Servants of Christ, arise, 356
See the leaves around us falling, 756
See what a living stone, 254
Shine forth, Eternal Source of light, 494
Shine on our souls, Eternal God, 78
Since o'er thy footstool here below, 143
Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord, 651
Sinner, rouse thee from thy sleep, 268
Sister, thou wast mild and lovely, 590
Slavery and death the cup contains, 793
So fades the lovely blooming flower, 583
Soft are the fruitful showers that bring, 336
Softly fades the twilight ray, 79
Softly now the light of day, 955
Soldier to the contest pressing, 992
So let our lips and lives express, 339
Sometimes a light surprises, 415
Soon as I heard my Father say, 622
Soon will our fleeting hours be past, 92
Sound the full chorus, let praises ascend, 309
Sovereign of life, before thine eye, 530
Sovereign of worlds above, 715
Sow in the morn thy seed, 772
Spirit of grace, and help, and power, 77
Stand up and bless the Lord, 3
Still in shades of midnight darkness, 313
Stretched on the cross the Saviour dies, 232
Suppliant, lo! thy children bend, 748
Supreme and universal light, 429
Sweet day! so cool, so calm, so bright, 962
Sweet is the bliss of souls serene, 414
Sweet is the friendly voice, 327
Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream, 366
Sweet is the scene when virtue dies, 543
Sweet is the task, O Lord, 43
Sweet is the time of spring, 745
Sweet is the work, my God, my King, 61
Sweet to the soul the parting ray, 958
Swell the anthem, raise the song, 881
Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal, 503
Teach me, my God and King, 406
Teach me, O teach me, Lord, thy way, 477
Teach us to feel as Jesus prayed, 251
The air of death breathes through our souls, 603
The billows swell, the winds are high, 832
The bird let loose in eastern skies, 451
The bird that soars on highest wing, 353
The Christian warrior, see him stand, 362
The darkened sky, how thick it lowers, 607
The day is past and gone, 951
The evils that beset our path, 527
The fountain in its source, 508
The glorious universe around, 394
The God of harvest praise, 876
The God of mercy will indulge, 595
The God who reigns alone, 137
The heavenly spheres to thee, O God, 177
The heaven of heavens cannot contain, 118
The heavens declare his glory, 181
The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, 185
The heavens, O Lord, thy power proclaim, 178
The hoary frost, the fleecy snow, 866
The hours of evening close, 957
The joyful morn, my God, is come, 62
The King of heaven his table spreads, 277
The last full wain has come,--has come, 879
The leaves around me falling, 865
The long lost son, with streaming eyes, 324
The Lord descended from above, 144
The Lord is on his holy throne, 1005
The Lord Jehovah reigns, 113
The Lord my pasture shall prepare, 495
The Lord of glory is my light, 645
The Lord our God is clothed with might, 105
The Lord will come and not be slow, 285
The man in life wherever placed, 413
The mellow eve is gliding, 944
The morning dawns upon the place, 227
The mourners came at break of day, 605
Theories which thousands cherish, 1002
The past is dark with sin and shame, 999
The perfect world by Adam trod, 697
The promises I sing, 639
The radiant dawn of gospel light, 311
There is a God, all nature speaks, 101
There is a hope, a blessed hope, 380
There is a land mine eye hath seen, 564
There is a land of pure delight, 555
There is an hour of peaceful rest, 557
There is a pure and peaceful wave, 991
There is a time when moments flow, 960
There is a world we have not seen, 560
There's a refuge of peace from the tempests that beat, 25
There's not a star whose twinkling light, 122
There's not a place in earth's vast round, 147
There sprang a tree of deadly name, 796
There was joy in heaven, 333
The saints on earth and those above, 395
The Saviour gently calls, 669
The Saviour, what a noble flame, 223
These mortal joys, how soon they fade, 525
The spacious firmament on high, 175
The spirit in our hearts, 275
The spirit moved upon the waves, 115
The spring, the joyous spring is come, 862
The thing my God doth hate, 490
The triumphs of the martyred saints, 979
The turf shall be my fragrant shrine, 183
The vineyard of the Lord, 722
The wandering star and fleeting wind, 326
The year begins with promises, 858
They who seek the throne of grace, 365
Think gently of the erring, 813
This child we dedicate to thee, 567
This day let grateful praise ascend, 40
This day the Lord hath called his own, 41
This is the fast the Lord doth choose, 868
This is the first and great command, 385
This stone to thee in faith we lay, 696
Thou art, Almighty, Lord of all, 141
Thou art gone to the grave, 567
Thou art, O God, the life and light, 174
Thou art the way, and he who sighs, 243
Thou book of life, in thee are found, 196
Thou fount of love and grace, 701
Thou gavest, and we yield to thee, 588
Thou faint and sick, and worn away, 971
Though lost to our sight, we may not deplore thee, 758
Thou God of hope, to thee we bow, 782
Thou God of truth and love, 912
Thou, Lord, by mortal eyes unseen, 253
Thou, Lord, by strictest search hast known, 140
Thou must go forth alone, my soul, 537
Thou power supreme, whose mighty scheme, 635
Thou whose wide extended sway, 307
Thrice happy soul, who, born from heaven, 342
Through all the changing scenes of life, 617
Through endless years thou art the same, 127
Through every age, Eternal God, 898
Through sorrow's night and danger's way, 360
Through the day thy love has spared us, 952
Through thee we now together come, 922
Thus far the Lord has led me on, 945
Thus saith the first, the great command, 355
Thus saith the high and lofty One, 364
Thus saith the Lord who built the heavens, 252
Thus shall thou love th' Almighty Lord, 341
Th' uplifted eye and bended knee, 390
Thy kingdom, Lord, forever stands, 132
Thy life I read, my dearest Lord, 666
Thy name be hallowed, evermore, 100
Thy presence everlasting God, 923
Thy presence, gracious God, afford, 23
Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design, 148
Times without number have I prayed, 332
Time by moments steals away, 896
Time! what an empty vapor 'tis, 897
'Tis a point I long to know, 454
'Tis by the faith of joys to come, 374
'Tis done, the great transaction's done, 674
'Tis finished, so the Saviour cried, 233
'Tis God the spirit leads, 510
'Tis good to weep and mourn for those, 804
'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze, 948
'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow, 228
'Tis my happiness below, 614
To Christ, the Son, the Father spake, 322
To keep the lamp alive, 427
To Thee, great source of light, 156
To Thee, my God and Saviour, 646
To Thee, my God, my days are known, 616
To Thee, my God! to thee I bring, 963
'Twas God who fixed the rolling spheres, 104
'Twas on that dark and doleful night, 677
Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb, 546
Upon the gospel's sacred page, 296
Vital spark of heavenly flame, 542
Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will, 628
Walk in the light, so shalt thou know, 998
Watchman, tell us of the night, 200
We bid thee welcome in the name, 711
We bless thee for this sacred day, 55
We come, O Lord, before thy throne, 835
We come our Sabbath hymn to raise, 759
We come to thee, O God, 818
We come with joy and gladness, 755
We gather in the name of God, 729
We have met in peace together, 749
Welcome, delightful morn, 12
Welcome, sweet day of rest, 46
We long to see that happy time, 310
We mourn for those who toil, 570
We praise thee if one rescued soul, 789
Were not the sinful Mary's tears, 273
Whatever dims thy sense of truth, 350
What glorious tidings do I hear, 256
What if the little rain should say, 750
What must it be to dwell above, 511
What secret hand at morning light, 937
What shall we render, bounteous Lord, 785
What though no flowers the fig-tree clothe, 629
What though the arm of conquering death, 599
What though the stream be dead, 586
When Abraham, full of sacred awe, 873
When, as returns this solemn day, 70
When before thy throne we kneel, 1
When bending o'er the brink of life, 533
When brighter suns and milder skies 861
When called, O Lord, to mourn the doom, 615
When children give their hearts to God, 741
When darkness long has veiled my mind, 337
When dread misfortune's tempests rise, 983
Whene'er the clouds of sorrow roll, 626
When fainting in the sultry waste, 453
When floating on life's troubled sea, 573
When gloomy thoughts and boding fears, 623
When God descends with men to dwell, 289
When God revealed his gracious name, 642
When grief and anguish press me down, 606
When his salvation bringing, 754
When human hopes and joys depart, 471
When I can read my title clear, 513
When Israel of the Lord beloved, 448
When I survey the wondrous cross, 693
When Jordan hushed his waters still, 205
When, like a stranger on our sphere, 787
When long the soul had slept in chains, 777
When, Lord, to this our western land, 736
When on her Maker's bosom, 986
When overwhelmed with grief, 469
When Power Divine in mortal form, 967
When quiet in my house I sit, 927
When shall the voice of singing, 300
When the worn spirit wants repose, 7
When the parting bosom bleeds, 829
When the vale of death appears, 538
When true religion gains a place, 411
When verdure clothes the fertile vale, 860
When vexing thoughts within me rise, 608
When wakened by thy voice of power, 423
Where'er my gospel is proclaimed, 996
Where'er the Lord shall build my house, 926
Where shall the child of sorrow find, 972
Where shall we go to seek and find, 704
While here as wandering sheep we stray, 453
While now upon this Sabbath eve, 97
While some in folly's pleasures roll, 432
While sounds of war are heard around, 875
While thee I seek, Protecting Power, 422
While through this changing world we roam, 517
While thus thy throne of grace we seek, 67
While yet the youthful spirit bears, 743
While with ceaseless course the sun, 888
Who is my neighbor? he whom thou, 779
Who shall a temple build for him, 700
Who shall towards thy chosen seat, 346
Why do we mourn departed friends, 574
Why on the bending willows hung, 977
Why should we start and fear to die, 534
Why weep for those, frail child of woe, 571
Wide as his vast dominion lies, 163
With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues, 848
Within thy house, O Lord, our God, 17
With sacred joy we lift our eyes 48
With songs and honors sounding loud, 853
With stately towers and bulwarks strong, 655
With thy pure dews and rains, 798
Would you behold the works of God, 826
Ye boundless realms of joy, 160
Ye Christian heralds, go proclaim, 737
Ye followers of the Prince of peace, 684
Ye realms below the skies, 171
Ye servants of the Lord, 358
Ye sons of earth, arise, 278
Ye subjects of the Lord, proclaim, 314
Yes, we trust the day is breaking, 299
Ye that obey th' immortal King, 18
Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears, 643
Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, 266
Zeal is that pure and heavenly flame, 401


The figures designate the hymns.

Adoration, 150.
Adversity, rejoicing in, 629.
Affection, family, 928.
Affliction, God merciful in, 631.
Angels, song of, 201.
Ark of safety, 474.
Aspiration, devout, 78, 434, 475, 484, 486, 492, 493, 497, 498, 500, 509.
Autumn, hymn for, 865.


Baptism, 671-674.
infant, 670.
Beatitudes, 344.
Benevolence, active, 1003.


Charity, 767, 777.
blessedness of, 781.
in Judgment, 398, 399.
Charitable occasions, 778-780, 782-785.
Child's prayer, 762, 763.
Christ, all in all, 244.
announced by John, 214.
his ascension, 237.
at the pool of Bethesda, 221.
his baptism, 215.
his birth, 202, 211.
at Canaan, 222.
his new commandment, 225.
his coming in power, 819.
the corner-stone, 254.
his spiritual coronation, 246.
on the cross, 248.
his crucifixion, 231-233.
death and resurrection, 234-236.
desired, 435.
his example, 238, 239, 357.
example in forgiving, 251.
his excellency, 240, 504.
foretold, 198-200.
at sea of Galilee, 220.
glorying in, 650.
God's image, 253.
God's servant, 252.
in Gethsemane, 226-230, 480.
the hiding-place, 255.
imitated, 249.
Jerusalem, his entry into, 224.
his going to Jerusalem, 223.
our leader, 250.
light of the world, 216.
his love, 242.
his love to enemies, 386.
his miracles, 218.
his mission, 212.
his power over evil, 824.
his poverty, 219.
his preaching, 217.
his preciousness, 436, 512.
the resting-place, 245.
his submissiveness, 241.
his triumph, 305.
his triumph desired, 320.
the universal king, 287, 297.
Christianity, triumphant, 291, 296, 309
Christian armor, 361.
blessedness, 414, 415, 478.
burial of, 576, 591.
conflict, rest, and hope, 360.
death, view of, 534, 537.
devotedness of, 341, 342.
dying, to his soul, 542.
effort, encouragement to, 822.
fellowship, 658, 659, 862, 863.
graces, 388.
happiness, 411.
life, 340.
life, desire for, 339.
life, excellence of, 405, 406.
philanthropists, 768, 770-773.
race, 368, 370.
resolution, 443.
rest, 479.
warfare, 367, 369.
warrior, 362.
Church, an ancient, 970.
attachment to, 657.
exulting in God's government, 914.
glory of, 308, 319, 653, 656.
Jewish and Christian, 655.
membership, 660, 661, 664.
safety of, 654.
Communion, 675-695.
Conference meeting, hymns for, 909, 910.
Confidence in God, 469, 507, 622, 636, 967.
Conscience, a peaceful, 432.
Consecration, 466.
Contentment, 625.
holy, 611.
Conventions, and associations, 725-731.
Corner-stone of church laid, 696.
Country, prayer for our, 837, 849, 850.
virtuous love of, 845.
Creation, beauties of, 173.
Criminal reform, 814-819.
Cross, attraction of, 247.
of Christ, 649.
soldier of, 992.
view of, 693.
welcome, 614.


Dead, farewell to, 567, 578, 600.
the righteous, 547-549, 569.
Death, entrance to immortality, 540.
of an aged Christian, 593.
of a child, 584, 588.
of a Christian in his prime, 592.
of an infant, 582, 583.
of a minister, 596-599.
meditation on, 541.
of parents, 595.
of a public man, 1004.
of the righteous, 543, 544, 557, 594, 601, 604.
of a young girl, 586, 580.
of the young, 589.
universal warning of, 531.
Dedication of children, 665, 669.
of churches, 697-706.
Dependence on God, 427.
Devotion, daily and nightly, 18.
habitual, 422.
Doxologies, 1006-1008.


Easter, 552, 553. See Resurrection of Christ.
Eternity, glories of, 556.
Evening hymns, 942, 945-955.
hymn, with nature, 963.


Faith, dead without works, 774.
excellence of, 376.
hope, and charity, 387.
living and dead, 389.
power of, 374, 375.
prayer for, 377, 468.
solace of, 471.
Fast, hymns for, 868-874.
Fathers, our, 838-840, 842.
Fire, hymn on occasion of, 993.
Forgiveness, 823.
Fourth of July, hymns for, 844-847.
Freedom, human, 799-803, 805, 806.
Friends, not lost in death, 581.
re-union after death, 580. See Heaven.
Friendship, Christian, 397.
Funeral occasion, 545, 546, 579.
of an infant, 587.


God, acknowledged in national blessings, 841, 843.
acknowledged in the seasons, 851-857.
adoration of, 74.
his altar a refuge, 24.
his blessing invoked, 82.
communion with, desired, 67, 428, 453, 460, 503.
his condescension, 134, 364.
the Creator, 115, 123, 176.
our Creator and benefactor, 124.
his decrees and providence, 145.
his direction, prayer for, 81.
dwelling in the heart, 75.
his eternity, 107, 898.
his eternity and man's frailty, 514.
his existence, 101.
his faithfulness, 639.
our father, 102, 103, 120, 442.
glories celebrated, 155.
his glory, 143.
his glory in the heaven, 175, 181.
his goodness, 130, 135, 172.
goodness and omniscience, 110.
our help, 510.
his holiness, 29, 133, 136.
his incomprehensibility, 121, 126, 142.
his infinity, 112.
his love, 114.
his majesty, 113, 141.
his mercy to the penitent, 327.
his omnipotence, 104, 105.
his omnipresence, 106, 108, 116, 140, 147.
his omnipresent peace, 131.
his omniscience, 109, 129.
his omniscience and omnipresence, 111.
his paternal love, 496.
his perfections, 117, 141.
his power, wisdom, and goodness, 119.
his presence desired, 612.
his providence, 125, 132, 138.
his providence illustrated in nature, 173.
his providence mysterious, 128, 139, 148.
seen in his works, 122, 168.
our shepherd, 495, 648.
source of all things, 174.
a spirit, 118.
his spirit invoked, 76, 77, 501.
his truth and love invoked, 34.
unchangeable, 127, 146.
his unity, 137.
Gospel, advancing, 263.
blessings of, 256, 276.
call to the church, 262.
feast, 290.
fountain, 264.
gentle influence of, 293.
God's glory in, 260.
light of, 258.
power of, 280.
progress of, 296, 306, 318.
source of peace and rest, 269.
triumphant, 299-302, 310, 813, 821.
trumpet, 257, 261.
Grace, breathings of, 426.
day of, 652.
experience of, 642.
Gratitude to God, 444, 445.
Grave, the sailor's, 834.


Harvest, hymn for, 884.
Heaven, 559, 560, 564.
anticipated, 557.
its bliss, 565.
children in, 585.
Christian's home, 517.
foretaste of, 511.
here, 418-420.
hope of, 513.
joys of, on earth, 417.
march to, 651.
prospect of, 555.
its rest, 563.
re-union of friends there, 573.
saints in, 561, 562.
society of, 558.
within, 421.
Homage, and devotion, 48.
Honor rendered to all men, 820.
Hope, joyful, 1000.
rejoicing in, 379.
star and voice, 380.
Hospital or asylum, hymn for, 788.
House of God, 25, 54.
delight in, 14, 53, 57.
Humanity, its cause hopeful, 999.
Humility, 353.
and submission, 354.


Immortality, illustrated by nature, 551.
Inconstancy lamented, 326.
Independence, true, 403.
Invitation, 259, 270-275, 278, 279, 281-283.
to the gospel feast, 266, 267, 277.
Invocation, 2, 12, 17, 22, 23, 27, 32, 35, 68, 904, 907, 916.
Israel, fall of, 976.


Jews, prayer of, 315, 316.
remonstrance with, 977.
restoration of, 315, 316.
Joy, after sorrow, 968.
in God's presence, 486.
Judgment, private, right of, 400.


Kindness to the afflicted, 786.
to the poor, 765.
Kingdom of Christ, 213, 284, 286, 288, 289, 298, 304, 311, 312, 322.
of God, 285, 303.
Knowledge of God, 494.


Liberality rewarded, 776.
Liberty meeting, fourth of July, 804.
Life, close of, 529.
discipline of, 966.
frailty and shortness of, 524, 528, 530, 532.
a pilgrimage, 516, 523.
God's providence in, 515, 520.
illustrated, 519.
its changes, 527.
higher revelations in, 526.
Light, injunction to walk in, 998.
Love, brotherly, 391.
divine invoked, 15.
harmony of, 392-394.
law of, 381, 382.
supremacy of, 769.
the best offering, 764.
to God, 383.
to God and man, 355, 385.
to man, 384.
[See Philanthropic Subjects.]


Marriage hymns, 985, 986.
Martyrs, army of, 979.
death of, 980.
Meekness, 348, 349.
Men, all equal, 766.
Mercy-seat, 452.
Midnight, hymn at, 956.
Minister, the faithful, 975.
Ministers, blessing invoked on, 724.
charged and encouraged, 720-722.
conflict and burthen of, 720.
meeting of, 719.
Missionary occasions, 733-737.
Moderation, 402.
Morning hymns, 935-940.
Morning or evening hymns, 941, 943.
Mourners, blessing of, 566, 630.
comforted, 571, 572, 574, 602, 603, 605.
invited to mercy-seat, 575.
thoughts of heaven, 568.


National hymns, 835-850.
Nature, and the Scriptures, 185, 188.
and the soul, 554.
a temple, 183.
compared with the spiritual world, 182.
evening hymn with, 963.
religious influences of, 180.


Opportunities, use of, 359.
Ordination and installation, 707-718.
Orphan asylum, hymn for, 789.
Orphan's hymn, 972.


Pardon, 336.
Parting, 921-923.
Patience, 345.
Peace, hymns on, 807-813.
Piety, active, 356.
habitual, 410.
Pilgrims, the, 843.
Praise, 149, 151, 153, 164, 170.
and holiness, 154.
exhortation to, 3, 152, 162.
from all nature, 161, 169, 177, 178.
from heaven and earth, 160, 641.
lowly, 39.
perpetual, 156-159, 423.
universal, 163, 165-167, 171.
Prayer, a call to, 365, 372, 373, 447.
described, 371, 1005.
concerning death, 539.
for a beneficent spirit, 775, 779, 787.
for a holy heart, 1001.
true, 1005.
Prudence, 352.
Purity of heart, 350, 351.


Redeemed, glory of, 978.
Redemption, universal, 294, 307.
Rejoicing in God our Father, 644-649.
Reliance on God, 609, 613, 616-618, 624, 626, 627, 632-634, 637, 638, 643, 901, 983.
Religion, a support in life, 408.
at home, 927.
blessedness of, 363, 914, 964.
comforts of, 623.
early, 739-743, 746.
quiet, 982.
Repentance, 328-332.
Resignation, 608, 610, 615.
Resurrection, and spring-time, 550.
Retirement, religious, 463.
Rich and poor, 973.
Righteous and wicked, 409, 413.
Righteousness, 346, 347.
River of life, 991.


Sabbath, 7-10, 40, 49, 58-60.
delights of, 43, 62, 69.
evening, 71, 79.
hymn for, 960.
worship, 56.
hymn with nature, 961.
improvement of, 41.
morning, hymn for, 959.
of the soul, 38.
on earth and in heaven, 61.
prayer for, 36, 55.
welcomed, 46.
worship, 42.
Sabbath-school hymns, 747-749, 752.
anniversary, 751, 753, 754.
death of scholar, 759-761.
for Fourth of July, 755.
teacher, death of, 757, 758.
Saints, thanks for all, 981.
Salvation, 640.
Saturday evening, hymns for, 957, 958.
Schools, hymns for, 987-990.
Scriptures, comfort of, 195, 196.
excellence of, 184, 192-194, 197.
God praised for, 187.
importance to the young, 744.
light and glory of, 186.
sufficiency of, 190.
superiority of, 191.
value of, 189.
Sea, hymn at, 831.
prayer at, 832.
Seamen's hymns, 825-835.
Self-distrust, 454.
abandonment, 462.
Sick child, prayer for, 930.
Sickness and recovery, 932.
Sincerity and hypocrisy, 456.
Sinner entreated to awake, 268.
Soul, the, its beauty unfading, 962.
Spring, hymns for, 859-862.
Storm at sea, 831.
hymn on occasion of, 994.
Submission to God, 481, 485, 628.
Summer, hymns for, 863, 864.
Sunset, hymn at, 944.


Temperance hall, dedication of, 798.
hymns, 790-797.
Temptation, 974.
compared to a storm, 832.
Thanksgiving, hymns for, 876-883, 885.
Time, worth of, 518.
flight of, 900.
Traveller's hymn, 995.
Treasures, earthly and heavenly, 525.
Trust in God, 606, 607, 618, 619, 635.
Truth, call of, 821.
permanence and triumph of, 1002.


Unity, Christian, 395, 396, 407, 911-913, 917, 918.


Virtue, security of, 412.
Voices of the dead, 522.


War, hymn in time of, 875.
Watchfulness, and brotherly reproof, 65.
and prayer, 343, 358.
prayer for, 449.
Water of life, 508.
Widow's prayer, 971.
Winter, hymns for, 866, 867.
Wisdom, excellence of, 404.
true, 457.
Woman, influence of, 996, 997.
Worship, 1.
attendance on, 13.
call to, 20.
close of, 83-96, 98.
delight of, 19, 21, 26, 30, 31, 56.
domestic, 924-926, 929, 933, 934.
evening, close of, 80, 97, 99.
public, 37.
social, 920.
filial and cheerful, 965.
invitation to, 52.
of earth and heaven, 64.
of the heart, 70, 73.
pious, 969.
preparation for, 28, 72.
public, 4, 5, 33, 45, 47, 50, 75.
silent, 464.
sincere, 390.
social, call to, 905, 906.
joy of, 902, 903.
universal, 16.


Year, close of, 895, 899, 900.
promises of, 858.
the new, 886-894.
Youth, and autumn, 756.
and spring-time, 745.
Youthful example, 750.


Zeal, true and false, 401.
Zion, encouraged, 647.


1. 7s. M. Bowring.

Humble Worship

1When before thy throne we kneel,
Filled with awe and holy fear,
Teach us, O our God! to feel
All thy sacred presence near.
2Check each proud and wandering thought
When on thy great name we call;
Man is nought--is less than nought:
Thou, our God, art all in all.
3Weak, imperfect creatures, we
In this vale of darkness dwell;
Yet presume to look to thee,
'Midst thy light ineffable.
4O, receive the praise that dares
Seek thy heaven-exalted throne;
Bless our offerings, hear our pray'rs,
Infinite and Holy One!

2. P. M. Anonymous.

Solemn Invocation.

1Come, thou Almighty King!
Help us thy name to sing;
Help us to praise!
Father all glorious,
O'er all victorious,
Come and reign over us,
Ancient of days!
2Come, thou all gracious Lord!
By heaven and earth adored,
Our prayer attend!
Come, and thy children bless;
Give thy good word success;
Make thine own holiness
On us descend!
3Never from us depart;
Rule thou in every heart,
Hence, evermore!
Thy sovereign majesty
May we in glory see,
And to eternity
Love and adore.

3. S. M. Montgomery.

Exhortation to Praise.

1Stand up and bless the Lord,
Ye people of his choice;
Stand up, and bless the Lord your God,
With heart, and soul and voice.
2Though high above all praise,
Above all blessing high,
Who would not fear his holy name,
And laud and magnify?
3O for the living flame
From his own altar brought,
To touch our lips, our minds inspire,
And wing to heaven our thought!
4There, with benign regard,
Our hymns he deigns to hear;
Though unrevealed to mortal sense,
The spirit feels him near.
5Stand up and bless the Lord,
The Lord your God adore;
Stand up and bless his glorious name,
Henceforth for evermore.

4. L. M. Watts.

Public Worship.

1Before Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.
2His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when, like wandering sheep we strayed,
He brought us to his fold again.
3We are his people; we his care;
Our souls, and all our mortal frame:
What lasting honors shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name?
4We'll crowd thy gates, with thankful songs
High as the heaven our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
5Wide as the world is thy command;
Vast as eternity thy love;
Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

5. L. M. Tate & Brady.

The Same.

1O, 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.
2Into his presence let us haste,
To thank him, for his favors past;
To him address, in joyful songs,
The praise that to his name belongs.
3O, let us to his courts repair,
And bow with adoration there;
With joy and fear devoutly all
Before the Lord, our Maker, fall!

6. L. M. Watts.

"How amiable are thy Tabernacles, O Lord of Hosts."

1Great God! attend, while Zion sings
The joy that from thy presence springs;
To spend one day with thee, on earth,
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.
2Might I enjoy the meanest place
Within thy house, O God of grace,
Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power,
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door.
3God is our Sun--he makes our day;
God is our shield--he guards our way;
All needful grace he will bestow,
And crown that grace with glory too.
4O God! our king, whose sovereign sway
The glorious hosts of heaven obey,
Thy willing servants may we be,
For blest are they who trust in thee.

7. C. M. Edmeston.

The Lord's Day.

1When the worn spirit wants repose,
And sighs her God to seek,
How sweet to hail the evening's close
That ends the weary week!
2How sweet to hail the early dawn
That opens on the sight,
When first that soul-reviving morn
Beams its new rays of light!
3Blest day! thine hours too soon will cease
Yet, while they gently roll,
Breathe, Heavenly Spirit, source of peace,
A sabbath o'er my soul!

8. C. M. Codman's Coll.

The Blessing of the Sabbath.

1Blest day of God! most calm, most bright,
The first and best of days;
The laborer's rest, the saint's delight,
The day of prayer and praise.
2My Saviour's face made thee to shine;
His rising thee did raise;
And made thee heavenly and divine
Beyond all other days.
3The first fruits oft a blessing prove
To all the sheaves behind;
And they who do the Sabbath love,
A happy week will find.
4This day I must to God appear;
For, Lord, the day is thine;
Help me to spend it in thy fear,
And thus to make it mine.

9. C. M. Mrs. Follen.

Love of Sabbath Service.

1How sweet, upon this sacred day,
The best of all the seven,
To cast our earthly thoughts away,
And think of God and heaven!
2How sweet to be allowed to pray
Our sins may be forgiven!
With filial confidence to say,
"Father, who art in heaven!"
3How sweet the words of peace to hear
From him to whom 'tis given
To wake the penitential tear,
And lead the way to heaven!
4And if, to make our sins depart,
In vain the will has striven,
He who regards the inmost heart
Will send his grace from heaven.

10. L. M. 6l. Mrs. Steele.

A Prayer for Lord's Day.

1Great God, this sacred day of thine
Demands our souls' collected powers.
May we employ in work divine
These solemn, these devoted hours;
O may our souls adoring own
The grace which calls us to thy throne.
2Hence, ye vain cares and trifles, fly;
Where God resides appear no more;
Omniscient God, thy piercing eye
Can every secret thought explore:
O may thy grace our hearts refine,
And fix our thoughts on things divine.
3The word of life dispensed to-day
Invites us to a heavenly feast.
May every ear the call obey;
Be every heart a humble guest;
O bid the wretched sons of need
On soul-reviving dainties feed.
4Thy spirit's powerful aid impart;
O may thy word, with life divine,
Engage the ear, and warm the heart;
Then shall the day indeed be thine;
Then shall our souls adoring own
The grace which calls us to thy throne.

11. C. M. H. Ware, Jr.

Invoking God's Aid.

1Father in heaven, to thee my heart
Would lift itself in prayer;
Drive from my soul each earthly thought
And show thy presence there.
2Each moment of my life renews
The mercies of my Lord,
Each moment is itself a gift
To bear me on to God.
3O, help me break the galling chains,
This world has round me thrown,
Each passion of my heart subdue,
Each darling sin disown.
4O Father, kindle in my breast
A never dying flame
Of holy love, of grateful trust
In thine almighty name.

12. H. M. Hayward.

Invocation for Lord's Day Morning.

1Welcome, delightful morn,
Thou day of sacred rest!
We hail thy glad return:
Lord, make these moments blest.
From low delights and mortal toys
We soar to reach immortal joys.
2Now may the King descend,
And fill his throne of grace;
Thy sceptre, Lord, extend,
While we address thy face.
O let us feel thy quickening word,
And learn to know and fear the Lord.
3Descend, celestial Dove,
With all thy quickening powers;
Disclose a Saviour's love,
And bless these sacred hours:
Then shall our souls new life obtain,
Nor sabbaths be enjoyed in vain.

13. C. P. M. Day.

Attendance on Worship.

1I'll bless Jehovah's glorious name,
Whose goodness heaven and earth proclaim,
With every morning light;
And at the close of every day,
To him my cheerful homage pay,
Who guards me through the night.
2Then in his churches to appear,
And pay my humble worship there,
Shall be my sweet employ:
The day that saw my Saviour rise
Shall dawn on my delighted eyes
With pure and holy joy.
3With grateful sorrow in my breast,
I'll celebrate the dying feast
Of my exalted Lord;
And, while his perfect love I view,
His bright example I'll pursue,
And meditate his word.

14. S. P. M. Watts.

Delight in the House of God.

1How pleased and blest was I
To hear the people cry,
"Come, let us seek our God to-day!"
Yes, with a cheerful zeal,
We haste to Zion's hill,
And there our vows and honors pay.
2Zion, thrice happy place,
Adorned with wondrous grace,
And walls of strength embrace thee round;
In thee our tribes appear,
To pray, and praise, and hear
The sacred gospel's joyful sound.
3May peace attend thy gate,
And joy within thee wait,
To bless the soul of every guest;
The man who seeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase,
A thousand blessings on him rest.

15. 8 & 7s. M. Wesley's Coll.

Divine Love.

1Love divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heaven, to earth come down!
Fix in us thy humble dwelling,
All thy faithful mercies crown.
Father! thou art all compassion,
Pure, unbounded love thou art;
Visit us with thy salvation,
Enter every longing heart.
2Breathe, O breathe thy loving spirit
Into every troubled breast;
Let us all in thee inherit,
Let us find thy promised rest.
Come, almighty to deliver,
Let us all thy life receive,
Graciously come down, and never,
Never more thy temples leave.

16. L. M. Pierpont.

Universal Worship.

1O Thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung,
Whom kings adored in song sublime,
And prophets praised with glowing tongue!
2Not now on Zion's height alone
Thy favored worshipper may dwell;
Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son,
Sat weary, by the Patriarch's well.
3From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prayer--
The incense of the heart--may rise
To Heaven, and find acceptance there.
4To thee shall age, with snowy hair,
And strength and beauty bend the knee,
And childhood lisp, with reverent air,
Its praises and its prayers to thee.
5O Thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of prophet-bards was strung,
To thee, at last, in every clime
Shall temples rise, and praise be sung.

17. C. M. Presbyterian Coll.

Prayer for special Favor.

1Within thy house, O Lord, our God,
In glory now appear;
Make this a place of thine abode,
And shed thy blessings here.
2When we thy mercy-seat surround,
Thy Spirit, Lord, impart;
And let thy gospel's joyful sound
With power reach every heart.
3Here let the blind their sight obtain;
Here give the mourners rest;
Let Jesus here triumphant reign,
Enthroned in every breast.
4Here let the voice of sacred joy
And humble prayer arise,
Till higher strains our tongues employ
In realms beyond the skies.

18. C. M. Watts.

Daily and nightly Devotion.

1Ye that obey the immortal King,
Attend his holy place;
Bow to the glories of his name,
And sing his wondrous grace.
2Lift up your hands by morning light,
And raise your thanks on high;
Send your admiring thoughts, by night,
Above the starry sky.
3The God of Zion cheer your hearts
With rays of quickening grace:
'Tis he that spreads the heavens abroad,
Whose presence fills the place.

19. S. M. Montgomery.

The Delight of Worship.

1Glad was my heart to hear
My old companions say
Come, in the house of God appear,
For 'tis a holy day.
2Our willing feet shall stand
Within thy temple-door;
While young and old in many a band
Shall throng the sacred floor.
3Within these walls be peace
And harmony be found:
Zion, in all thy palaces,
Prosperity abound!
4For friends and brethren dear,
Our prayer shall never cease
Oft as they meet for worship here,
God send his people peace!

20. S. M. E. Taylor.

Call to the House of Prayer.

1Come to the house of prayer,
O ye afflicted, come:
The God of peace shall meet you there--
He makes that house his home.
2Come to the house of praise,
Ye who are happy now;
In sweet accord your voices raise,
In kindred homage bow.
3Ye aged, hither come,
For ye have felt his love:
Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb,
Your lips forget to move.
4Ye young, before his throne,
Come, bow; your voices raise;
Let not your hearts his praise disown
Who gives the power to praise.
5Thou, whose benignant eye
In mercy looks on all--
Who see'st the tear of misery,
And hear'st the mourner's call--
6Up to thy dwelling-place
Bear our frail spirits on,
Till they outstrip time's tardy pace,
And heaven on earth be won.

21. H. M. Watts.

Delight in Public Worship.

1Lord of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of thy love,
Thine earthly temples, are!
To thine abode my heart aspires,
With warm desires to see my God.
2O happy souls that pray
Where God appoints to hear!
O happy men that pay
Their constant service there!
They praise thee still; and happy they
Who love the way to Zion's hill.
3They go from strength to strength,
Throughout these mortal years,
Till each arrives at length,
Till each in heaven appears:
O glorious seat, when God, our King,
Shall thither bring our willing feet!

22. 7s. Hammond.

A Blessing humbly requested.

1Lord, we come before thee now;
At thy feet we humbly bow;
O, do not our suit disdain;
Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain?
2In thine own appointed way,
Now we seek thee; here we stay;
Lord, from hence we would not go,
Till a blessing thou bestow.
3Comfort those who weep and mourn;
Let the time of joy return;
Those that are cast down, lift up;
Make them strong in faith and hope.
4Grant that all may seek and find
Thee a God supremely kind;
Heal the sick; the captive free;
Let us all rejoice in thee.

23. L. M. Anonymous.

For Opening or Close of Service.

1Thy presence, gracious God, afford;
Prepare us to receive thy word;
Now let thy voice engage our ear,
And faith be mixed with what we hear.
2Distracting thoughts and cares remove,
And fix our hearts and hopes above;
With food divine may we be fed,
And satisfied with living bread.
3To us the sacred word apply
With sovereign power and energy;
And may we, in thy faith and fear,
Reduce to practice what we hear.
4Father, in us thy Son reveal;
Teach us to know and do thy will;
Thy saving power and love display,
And guide us to the realms of day.

24. L. M. 6l. Heber.

Seeking Refuge.

1Forth from the dark and stormy sky,
Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly;
Forth from the world, its hope and fear,
Father, we seek thy shelter here:
Weary and weak, thy grace we pray;
Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away.
2Long have we roamed in want and pain;
Long have we sought thy rest in vain;
Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost,
Long have our souls been tempest-tost:
Low at thy feet our sins we lay;
Turn not, O Lord, thy guests away.

25. 11s. M. Edmeston.

The House of God.

1There's a refuge of peace from the tempests that beat,
From the dark clouds that threaten, the wild wind that blows;
A holy, a sweet and a lovely retreat,
A spring of refreshment, a place of repose.
2'Tis the house of my God, 'tis the dwelling of prayer,
The temple all hallowed by blessing and praise;
If sorrow and faithlessness conquer me, there
My heart to the throne of his grace I can raise.
3For a refuge like this, ah, what praises are due!
For a rest so serene, for a covert so fair:
Ah, why are the seasons of worship so few?
And why are so seldom the meetings of prayer?

26. 8 & 7s. M. J. Taylor.

The Fount of Blessing.

1Far from mortal cares retreating,
Sordid hopes, and vain desires,
Here our willing footsteps meeting,
Every heart to heaven aspires.
2From the fount of glory beaming,
Light celestial cheers our eyes,
Mercy from above proclaiming
Peace and pardon from the skies.
3Who may share this great salvation?
Every pure and humble mind,
Every kindred, tongue, and nation,
From the stains of guilt refined.
4Blessings all around bestowing,
God withholds his care from none,
Grace and mercy ever flowing
From the fountain of his throne.

27. C. M. Newton.

A Blessing sought.

1Great Shepherd of thy people, hear;
Thy presence now display;
We kneel within thy house of prayer;
O, give us hearts to pray.
2The clouds which veil thee from our sight,
In pity, Lord, remove;
Dispose our minds to hear aright
The message of thy love.
3Help us, with holy fear and joy,
To kneel before thy face;
O, make us, creatures of thy power,
The children of thy grace.

28. 7s. M. J. Taylor.

Preparation for Worship.

1Lord, before thy presence come,
Bow we down with holy fear;
Call our erring footsteps home,
Let us feel that thou art near.
2Wandering thoughts and languid powers
Come not where devotion kneels;
Let the soul expand her stores,
Glowing with the joy she feels.
3At the portals of thine house,
We resign our earth-born cares;
Nobler thoughts our souls engross,
Songs of praise and fervent prayers.

29. C. M. Rippon's Coll.

"Hallowed be Thy name."

1Holy and reverend is the name
Of our eternal King;
Thrice holy Lord, the angels cry;
Thrice holy, let us sing.
2The deepest reverence of the mind
Pay, O my soul, to God;
Lift with thy hands a holy heart
To his sublime abode.
3With sacred awe pronounce his name,
Whom words nor thoughts can reach;
A broken heart shall please him more
Than the best forms of speech.
4Thou holy God! preserve my soul
From all pollution free;
The pure in heart are thy delight,
And they thy face shall see.

30. S. M. Urwick's Coll.

Pleasures of Spiritual Worship.

1How sweet to bless the Lord,
And in his praises join,
With saints his goodness to record,
And sing his power divine!
2These seasons of delight
The dawn of glory seem,
Like rays of pure, celestial light,
Which on our spirits beam.
3O, blest assurance this;
Bright morn of heavenly day;
Sweet foretaste of eternal bliss,
That cheers the pilgrim's way.
4Thus may our joys increase,
Our love more ardent grow,
While rich supplies of Jesus' grace
Refresh our souls below.

31. C. M. Watts.

God present in the Sanctuary.

1My Soul, how lovely is the place
To which thy God resorts!
'Tis heaven to see his smiling face,
Though in his earthly courts.
2There the great Monarch of the skies
His saving power displays;
And light breaks in upon our eyes
With kind and quickening rays.
3With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove
Descends and fills the place,
While Christ reveals his wondrous love,
And sheds abroad his grace.
4There, mighty God, thy words declare
The secrets of thy will;
And still we seek thy mercy there,
And sing thy praises still.

32. C. M. Pratt's Coll.

A Blessing sought.

1Again our earthly cares we leave,
And to thy courts repair;
Again, with joyful feet we come
To meet our Saviour here.
2The feeling heart, the melting eye,
The humble mind, bestow;
And shine upon us from on high,
To make our graces grow.
3May we in faith receive thy word,
In faith present our prayers,
And in the presence of our Lord
Unbosom all our cares.
4Show us some token of thy love,
Our fainting hope to raise,
And pour thy blessing from above,
That we may render praise.

33. L. M. Tate & Brady.

Public Worship.

1For thee, O God, our constant praise
In Zion waits, thy chosen seat;
Our promised altars there we'll raise,
And all our zealous vows complete.
2O thou, who to my humble prayer
Didst always bend thy listening ear,
To thee shall all mankind repair,
And at thy gracious throne appear.
3Our sins, though numberless, in vain
To stop thy flowing mercy try;
For thou wilt cleanse the guilty stain,
And wash away the crimson dye.
4Blest is the man, who, near thee placed,
Within thy sacred dwelling lives;
Whilst we at humbler distance taste
The vast delight thy worship gives.

34. L. M. Frothingham.

Truth and Love.

1O God, whose presence glows in all,
Within, around us, and above!
Thy word we bless, thy name we call,
Whose word is Truth, whose name is Love.
2That truth be with the heart believed
Of all who seek this sacred place;
With power proclaimed, in peace received--
Our spirits' light, thy Spirit's grace.
3That love its holy influence pour,
To keep us meek, and make us free,
And throw its binding blessing more
Round each with all, and all with thee.
4Send down its angel to our side--
Send in its calm upon the breast;
For we would know no other guide,
And we can need no other rest.

35. L. M. Montgomery.

Invoking a Blessing.

1Lord! when thy people seek thy face,
And dying sinners pray to live,
Hear thou in heaven, thy dwelling-place,
And, when thou hearest, O forgive!
2Here, when thy messengers proclaim
The blessed Gospel of thy Son,
Still, by the power of his great name,
Be mighty signs and wonders done.
3But will indeed Jehovah deign
Here to abide, no transient guest?
Here will the world's Redeemer reign,
And here the Holy Spirit rest?
4That glory never hence depart!
Yet choose not, Lord, this house alone;
Thy kingdom come to every heart,
In every bosom fix thy throne.

36. 7s. M. 6l. J. Newton.

A Prayer for Lord's Day.

1Safely through another week
Thou hast brought us on our way;
Let us now thy blessing seek,
Waiting in thy courts to-day:
Day, of all the week the best--
Emblem of eternal rest.
2Mercies multiplied each hour
Through the week our praise demand:
Guarded by almighty power,
Fed and guided by thy hand,
May we not forgetful be,
Nor ungrateful, Lord, to thee.
3While we seek supplies of grace
Through the dear Redeemer's name,
Show thy reconciling face,
Take away our sin and shame.
From our worldly cares set free,
May we rest this day in thee.
4May the gospel's joyful sound
Conquer sinners, comfort saints;
Make the fruits of grace abound;
Bring relief from all complaints.
Thus let all our sabbaths prove,
Till we join the church above.

37. L. M. Bowring.

Evening Worship.

1How shall we praise thee, Lord of light!
How shall we all thy love declare!
The earth is veiled in shades of night,
But heaven is open to our prayer,--
That heaven so bright with stars and suns--
That glorious heaven which has no bound,
Where the full tide of being runs,
And life and beauty glow around.
2We would adore thee, God sublime!
Whose power and wisdom, love and grace,
Are greater than the round of time,
And wider than the bounds of space,
O how shall thought expression find,
All lost in thine immensity!
How shall we seek thee, glorious Mind,
Amid thy dread infinity!
3But thou art present with us here,
As in thy glittering, high domain;
And grateful hearts and humble fear
Can never seek thy face in vain.
Help us to praise thee, Lord of light!
Help us thy boundless love declare;
And, here within thy courts to-night,
Aid us, and hearken to our prayer.

38. C. M. Mrs. Barbauld.

The Sabbath of the Soul.

1O Father! though the anxious fear
May cloud to-morrow's way,
No fear nor doubt shall enter here,--
All shall be thine to-day.
2We will not bring divided hearts
To worship at thy shrine;
But each unworthy thought departs,
And leaves this temple thine.
3Then sleep to-day, tormenting cares,
Of earth and folly born;
Ye shall not dim the light that streams
From this celestial morn.
4To-morrow will be time enough
To feel your harsh control;
Ye shall not violate this day,
The Sabbath of the soul.

39. 7s. M. Bowring.

Lowly Praise.

1Lord, in heaven, thy dwelling-place,
Hear the praises of our race,
And, while hearing, let thy grace
Dews of sweet forgiveness pour;
While we know, benignant King,
That the praises which we bring
Are a worthless offering
Till thy blessing makes it more.
2More of truth, and more of might,
More of love, and more of light,
More of reason, and of right,
From thy pardoning grace be given!
It can make the humblest song
Sweet, acceptable, and strong,
As the strains the angels' throng
Pour around the throne of heaven.

40. L. M. M. W. Hale.

The Day of Rest.

1This day let grateful praise ascend
To thee, our Father, and our Friend,
Thee, Author of this holy light,
Thee, throned in boundless power and might.
2O, let the sacred hours be given
To truth, to duty, and to heaven;
While trusting faith and holy love
Rise fervent to thy throne above.
3Grant that our earthly Sabbaths be
But dawnings of eternity,
To shadow forth the glorious rest,
The heavenly quiet of the blest.

41. L. M. Bathurst.

Improvement of the Sabbath.

1This day the Lord hath called his own;
O, let us, then, his praise declare,
Fix our desires on him alone,
And seek his face with fervent prayer.
2Lord, in thy love we would rejoice,
Which bids the burdened soul be free,
And, with united heart and voice,
Devote these sacred hours to thee.
3Now let the world's delusive things
No more our grovelling thoughts employ
But Faith be taught to stretch her wings,
In search of heaven's unfailing joy.
4O, let these earthly Sabbaths, Lord,
Be to our lasting welfare blest;
The purest comfort here afford,
And fit us for eternal rest.

42. S. M. Bulfinch.

Sabbath Worship.

1Hail to the Sabbath day!
The day divinely given,
When men to God their homage pay,
And earth draws near to heaven.
2Lord, in this sacred hour,
Within thy courts we bend,
And bless thy love, and own thy power,
Our Father and our Friend.
3But thou art not alone
In courts by mortals trod;
Nor only is the day thine own
When man draws near to God.
4Thy temple is the arch
Of yon unmeasured sky;
Thy Sabbath, the stupendous march
Of grand eternity.
5Lord, may that holier day
Dawn on thy servants' sight;
And purer worship may we pay
In heaven's unclouded light.

43. S. M. Spirit of the Psalms.

The Delights of the Sabbath.

1Sweet is the task, O Lord,
Thy glorious acts to sing,
To praise thy name, and hear thy word,
And grateful offerings bring.
2Sweet, at the dawning hour,
Thy boundless love to tell;
And when the night-wind shuts the flower,
Still on the theme to dwell.
3Sweet, on this day of rest,
To join in heart and voice,
With those who love and serve thee best,
And in thy name rejoice.
4To songs of praise and joy,
Be every Sabbath given,
That such may be our blest employ
Eternally in heaven.

44. L. M. Raffles.

The Hour of Prayer.

1Blest hour, when mortal man retires
To hold communion with his God,
To send to heaven his warm desires,
And listen to the sacred word.
2Blest hour, when earthly cares resign
Their empire o'er his anxious breast,
While, all around, the calm divine
Proclaims the holy day of rest.
3Blest hour, when God himself draws nigh,
Well pleased his people's voice to hear,
To hush the penitential sigh,
And wipe away the mourner's tear.
4Blest hour! for, where the Lord resorts,
Foretastes of future bliss are given,
And mortals find his earthly courts
The house of God, the gate of heaven.

45. L. M. Sir J. E. Smith.

Devout Worship of God.

1Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee;
Thy saints adore thy holy name;
Thy creatures bend th' obedient knee,
And, humbly, thy protection claim.
2Thy hand has raised us from the dust;
The breath of life thy Spirit gave;
Where, but in thee, can mortals trust?
Who, but our God, has power to save?
3Still may thy children in thy word
Their common trust and refuge see;
O bind us to each other, Lord,
By one great tie,--the love of thee.
4So shall our sun of hope arise,
With brighter still and brighter ray,
Till thou shalt bless our longing eyes
With beams of everlasting day.

46. S. M. Watts.

The Sabbath Welcomed.

1Welcome, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast
And these rejoicing eyes.
2The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;
Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
3One day, amid the place
Where my dear Lord hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of folly and of sin.
4My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
Till called to rise and soar away
To everlasting bliss.

47. S. M. Watts.

Public Worship. Ps. 95.

1Come, sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing:
Jehovah is the sovereign God,
The universal King.
2He formed the deeps unknown;
He gave the seas their bound;
The watery worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.
3Come, worship at his throne;
Come, bow before the Lord;
We are his works, and not our own:
He formed us by his word.
4To-day attend his voice,
Nor dare provoke his rod;
Come, like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.

48. C. M. Jervis.

Homage and Devotion.

1With sacred joy we lift our eyes
To those bright realms above--
That glorious temple in the skies
Where dwells eternal love.
2Thee we adore, and, Lord, to thee
Our filial duty pay;
Thy service, unconstrained and free,
Conducts to endless day.
3While in thy house of prayer we kneel
With trust and holy fear,
Thy mercy and thy truth reveal,
And lend a gracious ear.
4With fervor teach our hearts to pray,
And tune our lips to sing;
Nor from thy presence cast away
The sacrifice we bring.

49. L. M. Newton.

The Lord's Day.

1How welcome to the soul, when pressed
With six days' noise, and care, and toil,
Is the returning day of rest,
Which hides us from the world awhile!
2How happy they, whose lot is cast
Where Christ invites the "weary" yet;
They find their sorrows quickly past,
And all their burdens soon forget.
3Though pinched with poverty at home,
With sharp afflictions daily fed,
It makes amends, if they can come
To God's own house for heavenly bread.
4We thank thee for thy day, O Lord!
And here thy promised presence seek;
Open thy hand with blessings stored,
And give us manna for the week.

50. L. M. Butcher.

Christian Worship.

1Father of all! where shall we find
A temple suited to thy praise?
To thee, the uncreated Mind,
What earthly altar shall we raise?
2We'll call a multitude around,
And gladly seek the house of prayer;
There thy salvation we have found,
And still, O God, we'll seek it there.
3From breast to breast the holy flame
Shall kindle round the sacred place:
At once we'll hymn our Father's name,
At once we'll seek our Father's face.
4There, heavenly Father, condescend
To meet us with peculiar love;
And when the hymns of earth shall end,
We'll give thee nobler hymns above.

51. L. M. Pope's Coll.

The Lord's Prayer.

1Father! adored in worlds above,
Thy glorious name be hallowed still;
Thy kingdom come with power and love,
And earth, like heaven, obey thy will.
2Lord! make our daily wants thy care;
Forgive the sins which we forsake:
And, as we in thy kindness share,
Let fellow-men of ours partake.
3Evils beset us every hour;
Thy kind protection we implore:
Thine is the kingdom, thine the power;
Be thine the glory evermore!

52. C. M. Montgomery.

Mutual Invitation.

1Come, let us join our souls to God
In everlasting bands,
And seize the blessings he bestows
With eager hearts and hands.
2Come, let us to his temple haste,
And seek his favor there,
Before his footstool humbly bow,
And offer fervent prayer.
3Come, let us share, without delay,
The blessings of his grace;
Nor shall the years of distant life
Their mem'ry e'er efface.
4O, may our children ever haste
To seek their fathers' God,
Nor e'er forsake the happy path
Their fathers' feet have trod.

53. C. M. Milton.

"The Lord God is a Sun and Shield." Ps. 84.

1How lovely are thy dwellings fair,
O Lord of hosts, how dear
The pleasant tabernacles are
Where thou dost dwell so near!
2Happy, who in thy house reside,
Where thee they ever praise,
Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide,
And in their hearts thy ways.
3They pass through sorrow's thirsty vale,
That dry and barren ground,
As through a fruitful, wat'ry dale,
Where springs and showers abound.
4They journey on from strength to strength,
With joy and gladsome cheer,
Till all before our God at length
In Zion do appear.
5For God the Lord, both sun and shield,
Gives grace and glory bright;
No good from them shall be withheld
Whose ways are just and right.

54. L. M. Salisbury Co.

House of God.

1Lo, God is here! Let us adore,
And humbly bow before his face;
Let all within us feel his power;
Let all within us seek his grace.
2Lo, God is here! Him, day and night
United choirs of angels sing:
To him, enthroned above all height,
Heaven's host their noblest homage bring.
3Being of beings! may thy praise
Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill:
Still may we stand before thy face--
Still hear and do thy sovereign will.

55. L. M. New York Coll.

Sabbath Day.

1We bless thee for this sacred day,
Thou who hast every blessing given,
Which sends the dreams of earth away,
And yields a glimpse of opening heaven.
2Lord, in this day of holy rest,
We would improve the calm repose;
And, in thy service truly blest,
Forget the world, its joys and woes.
3Lord! may thy truth, upon the heart,
Now fall and dwell as heavenly dew,
And flowers of grace in freshness start
Where once the weeds of error grew.
4May prayer now lift her sacred wings,
Contented with that aim alone
Which bears her to the King of kings,
And rests her at his sheltering throne.

56. C. M. Montgomery.

Introduction to Evening Worship.

1On the first Christian Sabbath eve,
When his disciples met
O'er his lost fellowship to grieve,
Nor knew the Scripture yet,--
2Lo! in their midst his form was seen,--
The form in which he died;
Their Master's marred and wounded mien,--
His hands, his feet, his side.
3Then were they glad their Lord to know,
And hailed him, yet with fear;--
Jesus, again thy presence show;
Meet thy disciples here.
4Be in our midst; let faith rejoice
Our risen Lord to view,
And make our spirits hear thy voice
Say, "Peace be unto you!"

57. C. M. Watts.

Going to Church. Ps. 122.

1How did my heart rejoice to hear
My friends devoutly say,
"In Zion let us all appear,
And keep the solemn day!"
2Up to her courts, with joys unknown,
The holy tribes repair:
The Son of David holds his throne,
And sits in judgment there.
3Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest;
With holy gifts and heavenly grace
Be her attendants blest.
4My soul shall pray for Zion still
While life or breath remains;
There my best friends, my kindred, dwell;
There God, my Saviour, reigns.

58. L. M. Stennett.

Sabbath Morning.

1Another six days' work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun:
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day which God hath blest.
2O that our thoughts and thanks may rise,
As grateful incense, to the skies,
And draw from heaven that sweet repose,
Which none but he that feels it knows!
3This heavenly calm within the breast
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.
4In holy duties let the day--
In holy pleasures--pass away:
How sweet, a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!

59. 7s. M. Miss H. F. Gould.

The Sabbath.

1Choice of God, thou blessed day,
At thy dawn the grave gave way
To the power of him within,
Who had, sinless, bled for sin.
2Thine the radiance to illume
First, for man, the dismal tomb,
When its bars their weakness owned,
There revealing death dethroned.
3Then the Sun of righteousness
Rose, a darkened world to bless,
Bringing up from mortal night
Immortality and light.
4Day of glory, day of power,
Sacred be thine every hour,
Emblem, earnest of the rest
That remaineth for the blest!

60. C. M. Mrs. Bareauld.

The Lord's Day Morning.

1Again the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray,
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.
2O what a night was that which wrapped
The heathen world in gloom!
O what a sun which broke, this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!
3This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.
4Ten thousand differing lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatters blessings from its wings
To nations yet unborn.

61. L. M. Watts.

Sabbath on Earth and in Heaven. Ps. 92.

1Sweet is the work, my God, my King,
To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing;
To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night.
2Sweet 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.
3My heart shall triumph in the Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word:
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine,
How deep thy counsels, how divine!
4But I shall share a glorious part
When grace hath well refined my heart,
And, raised to holier courts above,
I praise thee with a purer love.
5Then shall I see, and hear, and know,
All I desired or wished below;
And every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.

62. C. P. M. Merrick.

The Sabbath and the Earthly Temple.

1The joyful morn, my God, is come,
That calls me to thy sacred dome,
Thy presence to adore:
My feet the summons shall attend,
With willing steps thy courts ascend
And tread the hallowed floor.
2With holy joy I hail the day,
That warns my thirsting soul away;
What transports fill my breast!
For, lo! my great Redeemer's power
Unfolds the everlasting door,
And leads me to his rest!
3Hither, from earth's remotest end,
Lo! the redeemed of God ascend,
Their tribute hither bring;
Here, crowned with everlasting joy,
In hymns of praise their tongues employ,
And hail the immortal King.

63. C. M. Watts.

Longing for the House of God.

1Early, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away
Without thy cheering grace.
2So pilgrims on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand;
And they must drink, or die.
3Not life itself, with all its joys,
Can my best passions move,
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love.
4Thus, till my last expiring day,
I'll bless my God and King;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray,
And tune my lips to sing.

64. L. M. Heber.

The Worship of Earth and Heaven.

1Hosanna! Lord, thine angels cry:
Hosanna! Lord, we hear reply:
Above, beneath us, and around,
The dead and living swell the sound.
2O Father! with protecting care
Meet us in this, thy house of prayer;
Assembled in Messiah's name,
Thy promised blessing here we claim.
3But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast,
Eternal! let thy Spirit rest;
And make our secret soul to be
A temple pure, and worthy thee.

65. L. M. Watts.

Watchfulness and Brotherly Reproof. Ps. 141.

1My God, accept my early vows,
Like morning incense, in thy house;
And let my nightly worship rise
Sweet as the evening sacrifice.
2Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord,
From every rash and heedless word;
Nor let my feet incline to tread
The guilty path where sinners lead.
3O may the righteous, when I stray,
Smite and reprove my wandering way;
Their gentle words, like ointment shed,
Shall never bruise, but cheer, my head.
4When I behold them prest with grief
I'll cry to heaven for their relief;
And by my warm petitions prove
How much I prize their faithful love.

66. L. M. Watts.

The Pleasure of Public Worship. Ps. 84.

1How pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of Hosts, thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints
To meet the assemblies of thy saints.
2Blest are the souls who find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
There they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face and learn thy praise.
3Blest are the men whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate;
God is their Strength; and through the road
They lean upon their Helper, God.
4Cheerful they walk with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heaven at length;
Till all before thy face appear,
And join the nobler worship there.

67. L. M. C. Robbins.

"Speak, Lord, for thy servant heareth."

1While thus thy throne of grace we seek,
O God, within our spirits speak!
For we will hear thy voice to-day,
Nor turn our hardened hearts away.
2Speak in thy gentlest tones of love,
Till all our best affections move;
We long to hear no meaner call,
But feel that Thou art all in all.
3To conscience speak thy quickening word,
Till all its sense of sin is stirred:
For we would leave no stain of guile,
To cloud the radiance of thy smile.
4Speak, Father, to the anxious heart,
Till every fear and doubt depart:
For we can find no home or rest,
Till with thy Spirit's whispers blest.

68. H. M. Roman Breviary.

For a Blessing on Worship.

1Here, gracious God! do thou
For evermore draw nigh;
Accept each faithful prayer,
And mark each suppliant sigh:
In copious shower, on all who pray,
This holy day, thy blessings pour.
2Here may we find from heaven
The grace which we implore;
And may that grace once given,
Be with us evermore:
Until that day, when all the blest
To endless rest are called away.

69. L. M. Sun. School H. B.

Sabbath Hymn.

1Called by the Sabbath bells away,
Unto thy holy temple, Lord,
I'll go, with willing mind to pray,
To praise thy name and hear thy word.
2O sacred day of peace and joy,
Thy hours are ever dear to me;
Ne'er may a sinful thought destroy
The holy calm I find in thee.
3Dear are thy peaceful hours to me,
For God has given them in his love,
To tell how calm, how blest shall be
The endless day of heaven above.

70. L. M. Mrs. Barbauld.

The Worship of the Heart.

1When, as returns this solemn day,
Man comes to meet his Maker, God,
What rites, what honors shall he pay?
How spread his Sovereign's praise abroad?
2From marble domes and gilded spires,
Shall curling clouds of incense rise?
And gems, and gold, and garlands deck
The costly pomp of sacrifice?
3Vain, sinful man! creation's Lord
Thy golden offerings well may spare:
But give thy heart, and thou shalt find
Here dwells a God who heareth prayer.

71. 7s. M. Sun. School H. B.

Sunday Evening.

1Sacred day, forever blest!
Day of all our days the best!
Welcome hours of praise and prayer,
Free from toil, fatigue, and care!
2Happy, truly happy, Lord,
Those who hear and read thy word!
Happy those who dwell with thee!
Who thy grace and glory see.
3We once more have heard thy voice,
Lord, in thee our souls rejoice;
Borne by faith to worlds on high,
Called to reign above the sky.
4Though this day of rest we close,
Still in thee our hearts repose;
Guide and guard us all our days:
O may all our lives be praise!

72. 7s. M. 6l. J. Taylor.

Invitation to pure Worship.

1At the portals of thy house,
Lord, we leave our mortal cares:
Nobler thoughts our souls engage,
Songs of praise, and fervent prayers.
Pure and contrite hearts alone
Find acceptance at thy throne.
2Hapless men, whose footsteps stray
From the temple of the Lord!
Teach them Zion's heavenly way;
To their feet thy light afford.
Let the world unite to raise
Solemn harmonies of praise.

73. L. M. 6l. C. Wesley.

Worship in spirit and in truth.

1Father of omnipresent grace!
We seem agreed to seek thy face:
But every soul assembled here
Doth naked in thy sight appear;
Thou know'st who only bows the knee,
And who in heart approaches thee.
2To-day, while it is called to-day,
Awake and stir us up to pray;
The spirit of thy word impart,
And breathe the life into our heart;
Our weakness help, our darkness chase,
And guide us by the light of grace.

74. L. M. Doddridge.

Subjection to the Father of Spirits.

1Eternal Source of light and thought!
Be all beneath thyself forgot,
Whilst thee, great parent-mind, we own,
In prostrate homage round thy throne.
2Whilst in themselves our souls survey
Of thee some faint reflected ray,
They wondering to their Father rise:
His power how vast! his thoughts how wise!
3O may we live before thy face,
The willing subjects of thy grace;
And through each path of duty move,
With filial awe, and filial love.

75. L. M. Montgomery.

Public Worship.

1God in his temple let us meet,
In spirit, low before him bend:
Here he hath fixed his mercy-seat,
Here on his Sabbath we attend.
2Arise into thy resting-place,
Thou, and thine ark of strength, O Lord!
Shine through the veil, we seek thy face:
Speak, for we hearken to thy word.
3With righteousness thy priests array:
Joyful thy favored people be:
Let those who teach, and those who pray,
Let all--be holiness to thee!

76. L. M. 6l. Dryden.

The Divine Spirit implored.

1Creator Spirit, by whose light
The sleeping worlds were called from night!
Come, visit every pious mind,
Come, pour thy joys on human kind;
From sin and sorrow set us free,
And make us temples worthy thee.
2Plenteous in grace descend from high,
Rich in thy sevenfold energy;
Our frailty help, our vice control,
Thou ruler of our secret soul!
And, lest our feet should haply stray
Protect and guide us in the way.

77. L. M. J. Wesley.

"The healthful spirit of God's grace."

1Spirit of grace, and health, and power!
Fountain of light and love below!
Abroad thy healing influence shower;
On all thy servants let it flow.
2Inflame our hearts with perfect love;
In us the work of faith fulfil:
So not heaven's host shall swifter move,
Than we on earth to do thy will.
3Father! 'tis thine each day to yield
Thy children's wants a fresh supply;
Thou cloth'st the lilies of the field,
And hearest the young ravens cry.
4On thee we cast our care; we live
Through thee, who know'st our every need:
O feed us with thy grace, and give
Our souls this day the living bread!

78. C. M. Doddridge.

Life dedicated to God.

1Shine on our souls, eternal God!
With rays of beauty shine;
O let thy favor crown our days,
And all their round be thine.
2Did we not raise our hands to thee,
Our hands might toil in vain;
Small joy success itself could give,
If thou thy love restrain.
3With thee let every week begin;
With thee each day be spent;
For thee each fleeting hour improved,
Since each by thee is lent.
4Thus cheer us through the checkered road,
Till all our labors cease,
And heaven refresh our weary souls
With everlasting peace.

79. 7s. M. S. F. Smith.

Sabbath Evening.

1Softly fades the twilight ray
Of the holy Sabbath day;
Gently as life's setting sun;
When the Christian's course is run.
2Night her solemn mantle spreads
O'er the earth, as daylight fades;
All things tell of calm repose
At the holy Sabbath's close.
3Peace is on the world abroad;
'Tis the holy peace of God,--
Symbol of the peace within,
When the spirit rests from sin.
4Still the Spirit lingers near,
Where the evening worshipper
Seeks communion with the skies,
Pressing onward to the prize.


80. L. M. Anonymous.

Close of Worship. Evening.

1Ere to the world again we go,
Its pleasures, cares, and idle show,
Thy grace once more, O God, we crave,
From folly and from sin to save.
2May the great truths we here have heard--
The lessons of thy holy word--
Dwell in our inmost bosoms deep,
And all our souls from error keep.
3Oh! may the influence of this day,
Long as our memory with us stay,
And as an angel guardian prove,
To guide us to our home above.

81. C. M. Cappe's Sel.

Prayer for Divine Direction.

1Eternal Source of life and light,
Supremely good and wise,
To thee we bring our grateful vows,
To thee lift up our eyes.
2Our dark and erring minds illume
With truth's celestial rays;
Inspire our hearts with sacred love,
And tune our lips to praise.
3Safely conduct us, by thy grace,
Through life's perplexing road;
And place us, when that journey's o'er
At thy right hand, O God.

82. 8s. 7s. & 4s. Jay.

Prayer for a Blessing.

1Come, thou soul-transforming Spirit,
Bless the sower and the seed;
Let each heart thy grace inherit;
Raise the weak, the hungry feed;
From the gospel
Now supply thy people's need.
2O, may all enjoy the blessing
Which thy word's designed to give,
Let us all, thy love possessing,
Joyfully the truth receive,
And forever
To thy praise and glory live.

83. C. M. Montgomery.

After Divine Service.

1Again our ears have heard the voice
At which the dead shall live;
O, may the sound our hearts rejoice,
And strength immortal give!
2And have we heard the word with joy?
And have we felt its power?
To keep it be our blest employ,
Till life's extremest hour.

84. 8 & 7s. M. Bickersteth.

Closing Hymn.

1Israel's Shepherd, guide me, feed me.
Through my pilgrimage below,
And beside the waters lead me,
Where thy flock rejoicing go.
2Lord, thy guardian presence ever,
Meekly kneeling, I implore;
I have found thee, and would never,
Never wander from thee more.

85. 7s. M. Peabody's Coll.

Closing Supplication.

1Father! bless thy word to all;
Quick and powerful may it prove;
O, may sinners hear thy call,
May thy people grow in love.
2Father, bid the world rejoice;
Send thy heavenly truth abroad;
May the nations hear thy voice,
Hear it, and return to God.

86. C. M. Bp. Heber.

"The Seed is the Word of God."

1O God, by whom the seed is given,
By whom the harvest blest;
Whose word, like manna showered from heaven
Is planted in our breast.
2Preserve it from the passing feet,
And plunderers of the air;
The sultry sun's intenser heat,
And weeds of worldly care!
3Though buried deep, or thinly strewn,
Do thou thy grace supply:
The hope in earthly furrows sown
Shall ripen in the sky.

87. C. M. Anonymous.

"God giveth the Increase."

1Now, Lord, the heavenly seed is sown,
Be it thy servants' care
Thy heavenly blessing to bring down
By humble, fervent prayer.
2In vain we plant without thine aid,
And water, too, in vain:
Lord of the harvest, God of grace,
Send down thy heavenly rain.
3Then shall our cheerful hearts and tongues
Begin this song divine--
"Thou, Lord, hast given the rich increase,
And be the glory thine."

88. L. M. H. Ballou.


1From worship, now, thy church dismiss--
But not without thy blessing, Lord;
O grant a taste of heavenly bliss,
And seal instruction from thy word.
2Oft may these pleasant scenes return
When we shall meet to worship thee;
Oft may our hearts within us burn
To hear thy word, thy goodness see.
3And when these pleasant scenes are past,
To thee, our God, O may we come,
And meet th' assembled world at last,
In Zion, our eternal home.

89. H. M. J. Newton.

The Same.

On what has now been sown
Thy blessing, Lord, bestow;
The power is thine alone
To make it spring and grow.
Do thou the gracious harvest raise,
And thou alone shalt have the praise.

90. H. M. E. Turner.

Thanks at the Close of Service.

1Kind Lord, before thy face
Again with joy we bow,
For all the gifts and grace
Thou dost on us bestow.
Our tongues would all thy love proclaim,
And chant the honors of thy name.
2Here, in thine earthly house,
Our joyful souls have met;
Here paid our solemn vows,
And felt our union sweet.
For this our tongues thy love proclaim,
And chant the honors of thy name.
3Now may we dwell in peace
Till here again we come;
And may our love increase
Till thou shalt bring us home.
Then shall our tongues thy love proclaim,
And chant the honors of thy name.

91. 8 & 7s. M. C. Robbins.

Close of Worship. Evening.

1Lo! the day of rest declineth;
Gather fast the shades of night--
May the Sun that ever shineth,
Fill our souls with heavenly light.
2Softly now the dew is falling;
Peace o'er all the scene is spread;--
On his children meekly calling,
Purer influence God will shed.
3While thine ear of love addressing,
Thus our parting hymn we sing,
Father, give thine evening blessing;
Fold us safe beneath thy wing.

92. C. M. Kippis' Coll.

Close of Evening Worship.

1Soon will our fleeting hours be past;
And, as the setting sun
Sinks downward in the radiant west,
Our parting beams be gone.
2May He, from whom all blessings flow,
Our sacred rites attend,
Uniting all in wisdom's ways,
Till life's short journey end;
3And as the rapid sands run down,
Our virtue still improve,
Till each receive the glorious crown
Of never-fading love.

93. L. M. Heber.

Close of Service.

1Lord, now we part in thy blest name,
In which we here together came:
Grant us our few remaining days
To work thy will and spread thy praise.
2Teach us in life and death to bless
The Lord our strength and righteousness;
And grant us all to meet above;
Then shall we better sing thy love.

94. 7s. M. Montgomery.

Praise from all Lands.

1All ye nations, praise the Lord;
All ye lands, your voices raise;
Heaven and earth, with loud accord,
Praise the Lord, forever praise.
2For his truth and mercy stand,
Past and present, and to be,
Like the years of his right hand,
Like his own eternity.
3Praise him, ye who know his love;
Praise him from the depths beneath;
Praise him in the heights above;
Praise your Maker, all that breathe.

95. L. M. Watts.

The Joy and Blessing of Worship.

1Lord, how delightful 'tis to see
A whole assembly worship thee;
At once they sing, at once they pray,
They hear of heaven and learn the way.
2O, write upon our memory, Lord,
The text and doctrines of thy word:
That we may break thy laws no more,
But love thee better than before.

96. 8 & 7s. M. S. F. Adams.

Close of Worship.

1Part in peace! is day before us?
Praise his name for life and light;
Are the shadows lengthening o'er us?
Bless His care who guards the night.
2Part in peace! with deep thanksgiving,
Rendering, as we homeward tread,
Gracious service to the living,
Tranquil memory to the dead.
3Part in peace! such are the praises
God, our Maker, loveth best;
Such the worship that upraises
Human hearts to heavenly rest.

97. L. M. Anonymous.

Close of Worship. Evening.

1While now upon this Sabbath eve,
Thy house, Almighty God, we leave
'Tis sweet, as sinks the setting sun,
To think on all our duties done.
2Oh! evermore may all our bliss
Be peaceful, pure, divine, like this;
And may each Sabbath, as it flies,
Fit us for joy beyond the skies.

98. 8 & 7s. M. Toplady's Coll.


1Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing,
Hope and comfort from above;
Let us each, thy peace possessing,
Triumph in redeeming love.
2Thanks we give, and adoration,
For thy Gospel's joyful sound;
May the fruits of thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound.

99. L. M. Montgomery.

Sunday Evening.

1Millions within thy courts have been;
Millions this day have bent the knee;
But thou, soul-searching God! hast seen
The hearts of all that worshipped thee.
2From east to west the sun surveyed,
From north to south, adoring throngs;
And still, where evening stretched her shade,
The stars came forth to hear their songs.
3And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh,
Hath failed this day some suit to gain;
To those in trouble thou wert nigh;
Not one hath sought thy face in vain.
4Yet one prayer more;--and be it one,
In which both heaven and earth accord:
Fulfil thy promise to thy Son;
Let all that breathe call Jesus Lord!

100. L. M. Moravian.

The Lord's Prayer.

1Thy name be hallowed evermore;
O God! thy kingdom come with power!
Thy will be done, and day by day,
Give us our daily bread, we pray:
2Lord! evermore to us be given
The living bread that came from heaven:
Water of life on us bestow,
Thou art the Source, the Fountain thou.


101. L. M. Mrs. Steele.

Being of God.

1There is a God--all nature speaks,
Through earth, and air, and sea, and skies:
See, from the clouds his glory breaks,
When first the beams of morning rise.
2The rising sun, serenely bright,
O'er the wide world's extended frame
Inscribes, in characters of light,
His mighty Maker's glorious name.
3The flowery tribes, all blooming, rise
Above the weak attempts of art;
Their bright, inimitable dyes
Speak sweet conviction to the heart.
4Ye curious minds, who roam abroad,
And trace creation's wonders o'er,
Confess the footsteps of a God;
Come, bow before him, and adore.

102. S. M. Mrs. Steele.

God our Father.

1My Father! cheering name!
O, may I call thee mine?
Give me the humble hope to claim
A portion so divine.
2Whate'er thy will denies,
I calmly would resign;
For thou art just, and good, and wise:
O, bend my will to thine!
3Whate'er thy will ordains,
O give me strength to bear
Still let me know a father reigns,
And trust a father's care.
4Thy ways are little known
To my weak, erring sight;
Yet shall my soul, believing, own
That all thy ways are right.
5My Father!--blissful name!
Above expression dear!
If thou accept my humble claim,
I bid adieu to fear.

103. L. M. Bryant.

The Paternal Love of God.

1Father! to thy kind love we owe
All that is fair and good below;
Bestower of the health that lies
On tearless cheeks and cheerful eyes!
2Giver of sunshine and of rain!
Ripener of fruits on hill and plain!
Fountain of light, that, rayed afar,
Fills the vast urns of sun and star!
3Yet deem we not that thus alone,
Thy mercy and thy love are shown;
For we have learned, with higher praise,
And holier names, to speak thy ways.
4In woe's dark hour, our kindest stay!
Sole trust when life shall pass away!
Teacher of hopes that light the gloom
Of death, and consecrate the tomb!

104. C. M. Martineau's Coll.

Omnipotence of God.

1'Twas God who fixed the rolling spheres,
And stretched the boundless skies,
Who formed the plan of endless years,
And bade the ages rise.
2From everlasting is his might,
Immense and unconfined;
He pierces through the realms of light,
And rides upon the wind.
3He darts along the burning sky;
Loud thunders round him roar;
Through worlds above his terrors fly,
While worlds below adore.
4He speaks,--great nature's wheels stand still
And leave their wonted round;
The mountains melt; each trembling hill
Forsakes its ancient bound.
5Ye worlds, and every living thing,
Fulfil his high command;
Pay grateful homage to your King,
And own his ruling hand.

105. C. M. H. K. White.

Almighty Power and Majesty of God.

1The Lord our God is clothed with might;
The winds obey his will;
He speaks, and in the heavenly height
The rolling sun stands still.
2Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land
With threatening aspect roar;
The Lord uplifts his awful hand,
And chains you to the shore.
3Ye winds of night, your force combine
Without his high behest,
Ye shall not, in the mountain pine,
Disturb the sparrow's nest.
4His voice sublime is heard afar;
In distant peals it dies;
He binds the whirlwinds to his car,
And sweeps the howling skies.
5Ye nations, bend; in reverence bend;
Ye monarchs, wait his nod,
And bid the choral song ascend
To celebrate our God.

106. C. M. Watts.

God is Everywhere.

1In all my vast concerns with thee,
In vain my soul would try
To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee
The notice of thine eye.
2Thine all-surrounding sight surveys
My rising and my rest;
My public walks, my private ways,
And secrets of my breast.
3My thoughts lie open to the Lord,
Before they're formed within;
And ere my lips pronounce the word,
He knows the sense I mean.
4O, wondrous knowledge, deep and high;
Where can a creature hide?
Within thy circling arms I lie,
Beset on every side.
5So let thy grace surround me still,
And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my soul from every ill,
Secured by sovereign love.

107. L. M. Spirit of the Psalms.

Eternity of God.

1Ere mountains reared their forms sublime,
Or heaven and earth in order stood,
Before the birth of ancient time,
From everlasting thou art God.
2A thousand ages, in their flight,
With thee are as a fleeting day;
Past, present, future, to thy sight
At once their various scenes display.
3But our brief life's a shadowy dream,
A passing thought, that soon is o'er,
That fades with morning's earliest beam,
And fills the musing mind no more.
4To us, O Lord, the wisdom give,
Each passing moment so to spend,
That we at length with thee may live
Where life and bliss shall never end.

108. C. M. 6l. Conder.

Where is God?

1Beyond, beyond that boundless sea,
Above that dome of sky,
Farther than thought itself can flee,
Thy dwelling is on high;
Yet dear the awful thought to me,
That thou, my God, art nigh.
2We hear thy voice when thunders roll
Through the wide fields of air;
The waves obey thy dread control:
Yet still thou art not there.
Where shall I find Him, O my soul,
Who yet is everywhere?
3O, not in circling depth, or height,
But in the conscious breast,
Present to faith, though veiled from sight,
There does his spirit rest.
O come, thou Presence Infinite,
And make thy creatures blest.

109. L. M. Watts.

The all-seeing God.

1Lord, thou hast searched and seen me through;
Thine eye commands, with piercing view,
My rising and my resting hours,
My heart and flesh, with all their powers.
2Within thy circling power I stand;
On every side I find thy hand:
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
I am surrounded still with God.
3Amazing knowledge, vast and great!
What large extent! what lofty height!
My soul, with all the powers I boast,
Is in the boundless prospect lost.
4O may these thoughts possess my breast
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest!
Nor let my weaker passions dare
Consent to sin; for God is there.

110. L. M. 6l. Montgomery.

God Good and Omniscient.

1How precious are thy thoughts of peace,
O God! to me,--how great the sum!
New every morn, they never cease;
They were, they are, and yet shall come,
In number and in compass more
Than ocean's sand, or ocean's shore.
2Search me, O God! and know my heart,
Try me, my secret soul survey;
And warn thy servant to depart
From every false and evil way:
So shall thy truth my guidance be,
In life and immortality.

111. L. M. Blacklock.

Omniscience and Omnipresence.

1Father of all, omniscient Mind,
Thy wisdom who can comprehend?
Its highest point what eye can find,
Or to its lowest depths descend?
2If up to heaven's ethereal height,
Thy prospect to elude, I rise,
In splendor there supremely bright,
Thy presence shall my sight surprise.
3Thee, mighty God, my wondering soul,
Thee, all her conscious powers adore,
Whose being circumscribes the whole,
Whose eyes the universe explore.
4Thine essence fills this breathing frame;
It glows in every vital part,
Lights up our souls with livelier flame,
And feeds with life each beating heart.
5To thee, from whom our being came,
Whose smile is all the heaven we know,
Inspired with this exalted theme,
To thee our grateful strains shall flow.

112. C. M. Watts.

Infinity of God.

1Great God, how infinite art thou!
How weak and frail are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And homage pay to thee.
2Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere earth or heaven was made;
Thou art the ever-living God,
Were all the nations dead.
3Eternity, with all its years,
Stands present in thy view;
To thee there's nothing old appears,
Great God, there's nothing new.
4Our lives through varying scenes are drawn,
And vexed with trifling cares,
While thine eternal thought moves on
Thine undisturbed affairs.

113. S. P. M. Watts.

The Majesty of God.

1The Lord Jehovah reigns,
And royal state maintains,
His head with awful glories crowned,
Arrayed in robes of light,
Begirt with sovereign might,
And rays of majesty around.
2Upheld by thy commands,
The world securely stands,
And skies and stars obey thy word;
Thy throne was fixed on high
Ere stars adorned the sky;
Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord.
3Thy promises are true;
Thy grace is ever new;
There fixed, thy church shall ne'er remove;
Thy saints, with holy fear,
Shall in thy courts appear,
And sing thine everlasting love.

114. 8 & 7s. M. Bowring.

God is Love.

1God is love; his mercy brightens
All the path in which we rove;
Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens;
God is wisdom, God is love.
2Chance and change are busy ever;
Man decays, and ages move;
But his mercy waneth never;
God is wisdom, God is love.
3E'en the hour that darkest seemeth
Will his changeless goodness prove;
From the gloom his brightness streameth,
God is wisdom, God is love.
4He with earthly cares entwineth
Hope and comfort from above:
Everywhere his glory shineth;
God is wisdom, God is love.

115. L. M. Fergus.

God the Creator.

1The Spirit moved upon the waves
That darkly rolled, a shoreless sea;
He spake the word, and light burst forth,
A glorious, bright immensity.
2At his command, the mountains heaved
Their rocky pinnacles on high,
Island and continent displayed
Their desert grandeur to the sky.
3The voice of God was heard again,
And lovely flowers and graceful trees
Appeared on every vale and plain,
And perfumes floated on the breeze.
4The word went forth, and vast and high
The heavenly orbs gave out their light,
O'er all the earth and sea and sky;
The rulers of the day and night.

116. L. M. 6l. Montgomery's Coll.

Omnipresence of God.

1Above, below, where'er I gaze,
Thy guiding finger, Lord, I view,
Traced in the midnight planets' blaze,
Or glist'ning in the morning dew:
Whate'er is beautiful or fair,
Is but thine own reflection there.
2And when the radiant orb of light
Hath tipped the mountain tops with gold
Smote with the blaze, my weary sight
Shrinks from the wonders I behold;
That ray of glory, bright and fair,
Is but thy living shadow there.
3Thine is the silent noon of night,
The twilight eve, the dewy morn;
Whate'er is beautiful and bright,
Thy hands have fashioned to adorn.
Thy glory walks in every sphere,
And all things whisper, "God is here."

117. C. M. Watts.

The Perfections of God.

1How shall I praise th' eternal God,
That infinite Unknown?
Who can ascend his high abode,
Or venture near his throne?
2Those watchful eyes that never sleep,
Survey the world around:
His wisdom is a boundless deep,
Where all our thoughts are drowned.
3Speak we of strength, his arm is strong,
To save or to destroy:
To him eternal years belong,
And never-ending joy.
4He knows no shadow of a change,
Nor alters his decrees;
Firm as a rock his truth remains,
To guard his promises.

118. C. M. Drennan.

"God is a Spirit."

1The heaven of heavens cannot contain
The universal Lord;
Yet he in humble hearts will deign
To dwell and be adored.
2Where'er ascends the sacrifice
Of fervent praise and prayer,
Or on the earth, or in the skies,
The God of heaven is there.
3His presence is diffused abroad
Through realms, through worlds unknown;
Who seek the mercies of our God
Are ever near his throne.

119. C. M. Watts.

Power, Wisdom and Goodness of God.

1I sing the mighty power of God,
That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.
2I sing the wisdom that ordained
The sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at his command,
And all the stars obey.
3I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That filled the earth with food;
He formed the creatures with his word,
And then pronounced them good.
4There's not a plant or flower below,
But makes thy glories known;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from thy throne.

120. L. M. Mrs. Gilman.

God our Father.

1Is there a lone and dreary hour,
When worldly pleasures lose their power?
My Father! let me turn to thee,
And set each thought of darkness free.
2Is there a time of rushing grief,
Which scorns the prospect of relief?
My Father! break the cheerless gloom,
And bid my heart its calm resume.
3Is there an hour of peace and joy,
When hope is all my soul's employ?
My Father! still my hopes will roam,
Until they rest with thee, their home.
4The noontide blaze, the midnight scene,
The dawn, or twilight's sweet serene,
The glow of life, the dying hour,
Shall own my Father's grace and power.

121. 10s. M. Mme. Guion.

God Incomprehensible.

1Almighty Former of creation's plan,
Faintly reflected in thine image, man;
Holy and just,--the greatness of whose name
Rules and supports this universal frame:--
2Whose spirit fills the infinitude of space,--
Who art thyself thine own vast dwelling place;--
Soul of our soul, whom yet no sense of ours
Discerns, eluding our most active powers:--
3Encircling shades attend thine awful throne,
That veil thy face, and keep thee still unknown;
Unknown, though dwelling in our inmost part,
Lord of the thoughts, and Sovereign of the heart!

122. C. M. Wallace.

God seen in his Works.

1There's not a star whose twinkling light
Illumes the distant earth,
And cheers the solemn gloom of night,
But goodness gave it birth.
2There's not a cloud whose dews distil
Upon the parching clod,
And clothe with verdure vale and hill,
That is not sent by God.
3There's not a place in earth's vast round,
In ocean deep, or air,
Where skill and wisdom are not found;
For God is everywhere.
4Around, within, below, above,
Wherever space extends,
There Heaven displays its boundless love,
And power with goodness blends.

123. C. M. Watts.

God the Creator.

1Eternal Wisdom, thee we praise;
Thee all thy creatures sing:
While with thy name, rocks, hills, and seas,
And heaven's high palace, ring.
2Thy hand, how wide it spread the sky!
How glorious to behold!
Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye,
And decked with sparkling gold.
3Thy glories blaze all nature round,
And strike the gazing sight,
Through skies, and seas, and solid ground,
With terror and delight.
4Almighty power, and equal skill,
Shine through the worlds abroad,
Our souls with vast amazement fill,
And speak the builder, God.

124. S. M. Mrs. Steele.

God, our Creator and Benefactor.

1My Maker and my King!
To thee my all I owe:
Thy sovereign bounty is the spring,
From whence my blessings flow.
2Thou ever good and kind!
A thousand reasons move,
A thousand obligations bind
My heart to grateful love.
3The creature of thy hand,
On thee alone I live:
My God! thy benefits demand
More praise than tongue can give.
4O let thy grace inspire
My soul with strength divine;
Let all my powers to thee aspire,
And all my days be thine.

125. L. M. Watts.

The Good Providence of God. Ps. 36.

1High in the heavens, eternal God!
Thy goodness in full glory shines;
Thy truth shall break through every cloud
That veils and darkens thy designs.
2Forever firm thy justice stands,
As mountains their foundations keep;
Wise are the wonders of thy hands;
Thy judgments are a mighty deep.
3Thy providence is kind and large;
Both man and beast thy bounty share;
The whole creation is thy charge,
But saints are thy peculiar care.
4Life, like a fountain, rich and free,
Springs from the presence of my Lord;
And in thy light our souls shall see
The glories promised in thy word.

126. L. M. Kippis.

God Incomprehensible.

1Great God! in vain man's narrow view
Attempts to look thy nature through;
Our laboring powers with reverence own
Thy glories never can be known.
2Not the high seraph's mighty thought,
Who countless years his God has sought,
Such wondrous height or depth can find,
Or fully trace thy boundless mind.
3And yet thy kindness deigns to show
Enough for mortal minds to know;
While wisdom, goodness, power divine,
Through all thy works and conduct shine.
4O, may our souls with rapture trace
Thy works of nature and of grace:
Explore thy sacred truth, and still
Press on to know and do thy will.

127. C. M. Tate & Brady.

God Unchangeable.

1Through endless years thou art the same,
O thou eternal God;
Each future age shall know thy name,
And tell thy works abroad.
2The strong foundations of the earth
Of old by thee were laid;
By thee the beauteous arch of heaven
With matchless skill was made.
3Soon may this goodly frame of things
Created by thy hand,
Be, like a vesture, laid aside,
And changed at thy command.
4But thy perfections, all divine,
Eternal as thy days,
Through everlasting ages shine,
With undiminished rays.

128. C. M. Cowper.

Purposes of God developed by his Providence.

1God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
2Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
3Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
4His purposes will ripen fast
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
5Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

129. S. M. Montgomery.

"The darkness and the light are both alike to thee."

1In darkness as in light,
Hidden alike from view,
I sleep, I wake within His sight,
Who looks existence through.
2From the dim hour of birth,
Through every changing state
Of mortal pilgrimage on earth,
Till its appointed date;
3All that I am,--have been,--
All that I yet may be,
He sees at once, as he hath seen,
And shall forever see.

130. C. M. Browne.

Universal Goodness of God.

1Lord! thou art good: all nature shows
Its mighty Author kind:
Thy bounty through creation flows,
Full, free, and unconfined.
2The whole, and every part, proclaims
Thine infinite good-will;
It shines in stars, and flows in streams,
And blooms on every hill.
3We view it o'er the spreading main,
And heavens which spread more wide;
It drops in gentle showers of rain,
And rolls in every tide.
4Through the vast whole it pours supplies,
Spreads joy through every part:
O, may such love attract my eyes,
And captivate my heart!
5My highest admiration raise,
My best affections move!
Employ my tongue in songs of praise,
And fill my heart with love!

131. L. M. Mme. Guion.

The Omnipresent Peace of God.

1O Thou, by long experience tried,
Near whom no grief can long abide;--
My Lord, how full of sweet content
My years of pilgrimage are spent!
2All scenes alike engaging prove,
To souls impressed with sacred love;
Where'er they dwell, they dwell in thee,
In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.
3To them remains nor place nor time;
Their country is in every clime;
They can be calm and free from care
On any shore, since God is there.
4While place we seek, or place we shun,
The soul finds happiness in none;
But with a God to guide our way,
'Tis equal joy to go or stay.

132. C. M. Eng. Bap. Coll.

Providence Kind and Bountiful.

1Thy kingdom, Lord, forever stands,
While earthly thrones decay;
And time submits to thy commands,
While ages roll away.
2Thy sovereign bounty freely gives
Its unexhausted store;
And universal nature lives
On thy sustaining power.
3Holy and just in all its ways
Is Providence divine;
In all its works, immortal rays
Of power and mercy shine.
4The praise of God--delightful theme!--
Shall fill my heart and tongue;
Let all creation bless his name,
In one eternal song.

133. S. M. Watts.

A Holy God. Ps. 99.

1Exalt the Lord our God,
And worship at his feet;
His nature is all holiness,
And mercy is his seat.
2When Israel was his church,
When Aaron was his priest,
When Moses cried, when Samuel prayed,
He gave his people rest.
3Oft he forgave their sins,
Nor would destroy their race;
And oft he made his vengeance known,
When they abused his grace.
4Exalt the Lord our God,
Whose grace is still the same;
Still he's a God of holiness,
And jealous for his name.

134. C. M. Tate & Brady.

God's Condescension.

1O Thou, to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,
Through all the world how great art thou!
How glorious is thy name!
2When heaven, thy glorious work on high,
Employs my wondering sight,--
The moon, that nightly rules the sky,
With stars of feebler light,--
3Lord, what is man, that he is blessed
With thy peculiar care!
Why on his offspring is conferred
Of love so large a share?
4O Thou, to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,
Through all the world how great art thou!
How glorious is thy name!

135. L. M. Wm. Taylor.

God the Universal Benefactor.

1God of the universe! whose hand
Hath sown with suns the fields of space,
Round which, obeying thy command,
Unnumbered worlds fulfil their race:
2How vast the region, where thy will
Existence, form, and order gives!
Pleased the wide cup with joy to fill,
For all that grows, and feels, and lives.
3Lord! while we thank thee, let us learn
Beneficence to all below;
Those praise thee best, whose bosoms burn
Thy gifts on others to bestow.

136. L. M. C. Wesley.

The Holiness of God.

1Holy as thou, O Lord, is none!
Thy holiness is all thine own;
A drop of that unbounded sea
Is ours, a drop derived from thee.
2And when thy purity we share,
Only thy glory we declare;
And humbled into nothing own,
Holy and pure is God alone.
3Sole self-existent God and Lord,
By all the heavenly hosts adored!
Let all on earth bow down to thee,
And own thy peerless majesty.

137. 6s. M. Drummond.

Unity of God.

1The God who reigns alone
O'er earth, and sea, and sky,
Let man with praises own,
And sound his honors high.
2Him all in heaven above,
Him all on earth below,
The exhaustless Source of love,
The great Creator know.
3He formed the living flame,
He gave the reasoning mind;
Then only He may claim
The worship of mankind.
4So taught his only Son,
Blessed messenger of grace!
The Eternal is but one,
No second holds his place.

138. C. M. Thomson.

All-embracing Providence of God.

1Jehovah God! thy gracious power
On every hand we see;
O may the blessings of each hour
Lead all our thoughts to thee.
2If, on the wings of morn, we speed
To earth's remotest bound,
Thy hand will there our footsteps lead,
Thy love, our path surround.
3Thy power is in the ocean deeps,
And reaches to the skies;
Thine eye of mercy never sleeps,
Thy goodness never dies.
4In all the varying scenes of time,
On thee our hopes depend;
Through every age, in every clime,
Our Father, and our Friend!

139. C. M. Beddome.

The Mysteries of Providence.

1Almighty God! thy wondrous works
Of providence and grace,
An angel's perfect mind exceed,
And all our pride abase.
2Stupendous heights! amazing depths!
Creatures in vain explore:
Or, if a transient glimpse we gain,
'Tis faint and quickly o'er.
3Though all the mysteries lie concealed
Beyond what we can see,
Grant us the knowledge of ourselves,
The knowledge, Lord, of thee.

140. L. M. Tate & Brady.

"Whither shall I go from thy presence?"

1Thou, Lord, by strictest search hast known
My rising up and lying down;
My secret thoughts are known to thee,
Known long before conceived by me.
2O could I so perfidious be,
To think of once deserting thee!
Where, Lord, could I thy influence shun?
Or whither from thy presence run?
3If I the morning's wings could gain,
And fly beyond the western main,
Thy swifter hand would first arrive,
And there arrest thy fugitive.
4Or should I try to shun thy sight
Beneath the sable wings of night,
One glance from thee, one piercing ray,
Would kindle darkness into day.
5Search, try, O God, my thoughts and heart,
If mischief lurks in any part;
Correct me where I go astray,
And guide me in thy perfect way.

141. L. M. 6l. W. Ray.

Perfection of God.

1Thou art, almighty Lord of all,
From everlasting still the same;
Before thee dazzling seraphs fall,
And veil their faces in a flame,
To see such bright perfections glow--
Such floods of glory from thee flow.
2What mortal hand shall dare to paint
A semblance of thy glory, Lord?
The brightest rainbow-tints are faint;
The brightest stars of heaven afford
But dim effusions of those rays
Of light that round Jehovah blaze.
3The sun himself is but a gleam,
A transient meteor, from thy throne;
And every frail and fickle beam,
That ever in creation shone,
Is nothing, Lord, compared to thee
In thy own vast immensity.
4But though thy brightness may create
All worship from the hosts above,
What most thy name must elevate
Is, that thou art a God of love;
And mercy is the central sun
Of all thy glories joined in one.

142. L. M. Watts.

"Canst thou find out the Almighty?"

1Can creatures to perfection find
Th' eternal, uncreated Mind?
Or can the largest stretch of thought
Measure and search his nature out?
2God is a King of power unknown;
Firm are the orders of his throne;
If he resolve, who dare oppose,
Or ask him why or what he does?
3He frowns, and darkness veils the moon
The fainting sun grows dim at noon:
The pillars of heaven's starry roof
Tremble and start at his reproof.
4These are a portion of his ways:
But who shall dare describe his face?
Who can endure his light, or stand
To hear the thunders of his hand?

143. C. H. M. Anonymous.

The surpassing Glory of God.

1Since o'er thy footstool here below
Such radiant gems are strown,
O what magnificence must glow,
Great God, about thy throne!
So brilliant here these drops of light--
There the full ocean rolls--how bright!
2If night's blue curtain of the sky--
With thousand stars inwrought,
Hung like a royal canopy
With glittering diamonds fraught--
Be, Lord, thy temple's outer veil,
What splendor at the shrine must dwell!
3The dazzling sun, at noon-day hour--
Forth from his flaming vase
Flinging o'er earth the golden shower
Till vale and mountain blaze--
But shows, O Lord, one beam of thine:
What, then, the day where thou dost shine?
4O how shall these dim eyes endure
That noon of living rays!
Or how our spirits so impure,
Upon thy glory gaze!--
Anoint, O Lord, anoint our sight,
And fit us for that world of light.

144. C. M. Sternhold.

Majesty of God. Ps. 18.

1The Lord descended from above,
And bowed the heavens most high,
And underneath his feet he cast
The darkness of the sky.
2On cherubim and seraphim
Full royally he rode,
And on the wings of mighty winds
Came flying all abroad.
3He sat serene upon the floods,
Their fury to restrain,
And he, as sovereign Lord and King,
Forevermore shall reign.

145. C. M. Watts.

Decrees and Providence of God.

1Let the whole race of creatures lie
Abased before the Lord:
Whate'er his mighty hand has formed
He governs with a word.
2Ten thousand ages ere the skies
Were into motion brought,
All the long years and worlds to come
Stood present to his thought.
3Trusting thy wisdom, God of love,
We would not wish to know
What, in the book of thy decrees,
Awaits us here below
4Be this alone our fervent prayer,--
Whate'er our lot shall be,
Or joys, or sorrows, may they form
Our souls for heaven and thee.

146. L. M. Walker's Coll.

"God, with whom is no Variableness."

1All-powerful, self-existent God,
Who all creation dost sustain!
Thou wast, and art, and art to come,
And everlasting is thy reign!
2Fixed and eternal as thy days,
Each glorious attribute divine,
Through ages infinite, shall still
With undiminished lustre shine.
3Fountain of being! Source of good!
Immutable thou dost remain!
Nor can the shadow of a change
Obscure the glories of thy reign.
4Earth may with all her powers dissolve,
If such the great Creator's will;
But thou forever art the same,
I AM, is thy memorial still.

147. C. M. Anonymous.

God Omnipresent.

1There's not a place in earth's vast round,
In ocean deep, or air,
Where skill and wisdom are not found,
For God is everywhere.
2Around, within, below, above,
Wherever space extends,
There heaven displays its boundless love,
And power with mercy blends.
3Then rise, my soul, and sing his name,
And all his praise rehearse,
Who spread abroad earth's wondrous frame,
And built the universe.
4Where'er thine earthly lot is cast,
His power and love declare;
Nor think the mighty theme too vast,
For God is everywhere.

148. L. M. Anonymous.

Providence Mysterious.

1Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design,
Are framed upon thy throne above,
And every dark or bending line
Meets in the centre of thy love.
2With feeble light, and half obscure,
Poor mortals thine arrangements view,
Not knowing that the least are sure,
And the mysterious just and true.
3They neither know nor trace the way;
But, trusting to thy piercing eye,
None of their feet to ruin stray,
Nor shall the weakest fail or die.
4My favored soul shall meekly learn
To lay her reason at thy throne;
Too weak thy secrets to discern,
I'll trust thee for my guide alone.


149. L. M. Tate & Brady.

Praise to the great Jehovah.

1Be thou, O God, exalted high;
And as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth displayed,
Till thou art here, as there, obeyed.
2O God, our hearts are fixed and bent
Their thankful tribute to present;
And, with the heart, the voice, we'll raise
To thee, our God, in songs of praise.
3Thy praises, Lord, we will resound
To all the listening nations round;
Thy mercy highest heaven transcends;
Thy truth beyond the clouds extends.
4Be thou, O God, exalted high;
And as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth displayed,
Till thou art here, as there, obeyed.

150. 7s. M. Salisbury Coll.


1Holy, holy, holy Lord,
Be thy glorious name adored;
Lord, thy mercies never fail;
Hail, celestial goodness, hail!
2Though unworthy, Lord, thine ear,
Deign our humble songs to hear;
Purer praise we hope to bring,
When around thy throne we sing.
3There no tongue shall silent be;
All shall join in harmony;
That, through heaven's capacious round,
Praise to thee may ever sound.
4Lord, thy mercies never fail;
Hail, celestial goodness, hail!
Holy, holy, holy Lord,
Be thy glorious name adored.

151. 10s. & 11s. Grant.

God Glorious.

1O, worship the King, all glorious above,
And gratefully sing his wonderful love,
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days,
Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.
2Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light,
It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.
3Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail;
Thy mercies how tender! how firm to the end!
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend.
4Father Almighty, how faithful thy love!
While angels delight to hymn thee above,
The humbler creation, though feeble their lays
With true adoration shall lisp to thy praise.

152. C. M. Hemans.

Invitation to offer Praise.

1Praise ye the Lord; on every height
Songs to his glory raise;
Ye angel hosts, ye stars of night,
Join in immortal praise.
2O fire and vapor, hail and snow,
Ye servants of his will;
O stormy winds, that only blow
His mandates to fulfil;--
3Mountains and rocks, to heaven that rise
Fair cedars of the wood;
Creatures of life that wing the skies,
Or track the plains for food;--
4Judges of nations; kings, whose hand
Waves the proud sceptre high;
O youths and virgins of the land;
O age and infancy;--
5Praise ye his name, to whom alone
All homage should be given,
Whose glory, from th' eternal throne,
Spreads wide o'er earth and heaven.

153. 7s. M. Milton.

Praise to God.

1Let us, with a gladsome mind,
Praise the Lord, for he is kind;
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
2Let us sound his name abroad,
For of gods he is the God;
Who, with all-commanding might,
Filled the new-made world with light;
3Caused the golden-tressed sun
All day long his course to run;
And the moon to shine by night,
'Mongst her spangled sisters bright.
4His own people he did bless,
In the wasteful wilderness;
He hath, with a piteous eye,
Viewed us in our misery.
5All his creatures he doth feed;
His full hand supplies their need;
Let us, therefore, warble forth
His high majesty and worth.

154. L. M. Tate & Brady.

Praise and Holiness.

1O render thanks to God above,
The fountain of eternal love;
Whose mercy firm through ages past
Has stood and shall forever last.
2Who can his mighty deeds express?--
Not only vast, but numberless!
What mortal eloquence can raise
His tribute of immortal praise?
3Happy are they, and only they,
Who from thy judgments never stray;
Who know what's right, nor only so,
But always practise what they know.
4Extend to me that favor, Lord,
Thou to thy chosen dost afford:
When thou return'st to set them free,
Let thy salvation visit me.

155. 7s. M. J. Taylor.

The Divine Glories Celebrated.

1Glory be to God on high,
God, whose glory fills the sky;
Peace on earth to man forgiven,
Man, the well-beloved of Heaven.
2Favored mortals! raise the song;
Endless thanks to God belong;
Hearts o'erflowing with his praise,
Join the hymns your voices raise.
3Mark the wonders of his hand!
Power no empire can withstand;
Wisdom, angel's glorious theme;
Goodness, one eternal stream.
4Awful Being! from thy throne
Send thy promised blessings down;
Let thy light, thy truth, thy peace,
Bid our raging passions cease.

156. H. M. Sacred Lyrics.

Perpetual Praise.

1To thee, great Source of light!
My thankful voice I'll raise;
And all my powers unite
To celebrate thy praise;
And, till my voice is lost in death,
May praise employ my every breath.
2And when this feeble tongue
Lies silent in the dust,
My soul shall dwell among
The spirits of the just;
Then, with the shining hosts above,
In nobler strains I'll sing thy love.

157. L. M. H. Ballou, 2d.

The Same.

1Praise ye the Lord, around whose throne
All heaven in ceaseless worship waits,
Whose glory fills the worlds unknown--
Praise ye the Lord from Zion's gates.
2With mingling souls and voices join;
To him the swelling anthem raise;
Repeat his name with joy divine,
And fill the temple with his praise.
3All-gracious God, to thee we owe
Each joy and blessing time affords,--
Light, life, and health, and all below,
Spring from thy presence, Lord of lords.
4Thine be the praise, for thine the love
That freely all our sins forgave,
Pointed our dying eyes above,
And showed us life beyond the grave.

158. L. M. Watts.

The Same. Ps. 145.

1My God, my King, thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue
Till death and glory raise the song.
2The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty done for thee.
3Let distant times and nations raise
The long succession of thy praise,
And unborn ages make my song
The joy and labor of their tongue.
4But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds
Vast and unsearchable thy ways:
Vast and immortal be thy praise.

159. 6s. 6s. & 4s. M. Anonymous.

The Same. Ps. 150.

1Praise ye Jehovah's name;
Praise through his courts proclaim;
Rise and adore;--
High o'er the heavens above
Sound his great acts of love,
While his rich grace we prove,
Vast as his power.
2Now let the trumpet raise
Sounds of triumphant praise
Wide as his fame;
There let the harp be found;
Organs, with solemn sound,
Roll your deep notes around,
Filled with his name.
3While his high praise ye sing,
Shake every sounding string:
Sweet the accord!--
He vital breath bestows:
Let every breath that flows
His noblest fame disclose--
Praise ye the Lord.

160. H. M. Tate & Brady.

Praise from Heaven and Earth.

1Ye boundless realms of joy,
Exalt your Maker's name;
His praise your songs employ
Above the starry frame:
Your voices raise,
Ye cherubim
And seraphim,
To sing his praise.
2Let all adore the Lord,
And praise his holy name,
By whose almighty word
They all from nothing came;
And all shall last,
From changes free;
His firm decree
Stands ever fast.

161. C. P. M. Ogilvie.

Praise from all Nature. Ps. 148.

1Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay;
Let each enraptured thought obey,
And praise th' Almighty's name.
Lo, heaven and earth and seas and skies
In one melodious concert rise
To swell th' inspiring theme.
2Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode--
Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker, God;
Ye thunders, speak his power.
Lo, on the lightning's rapid wings
In triumph rides the King of Kings:
Th' astonished worlds adore.
3Ye deeps with roaring billows rise
To join the thunders of the skies--
Praise him who bids you roll.
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.
4Wake, all ye soaring throngs, and sing;
Ye cheerful warblers of the spring,
Harmonious anthems raise
To him who shaped your finer mould,
Who tipped your glittering wings with gold,
And tuned your voice to praise.
5Let man, by nobler passions swayed,
The feeling heart, the reasoning head,
In heavenly praise employ:
Spread the Creator's name around,
Till heaven's wide arch repeat the sound--
The general burst of joy.

162. 10s. & 11s. M. Doddridge.

A Call to Praise.

1O praise ye the Lord--prepare a new song,
And let all his saints in full concert join;
With voices united the anthem prolong,
And show forth his praises with music divine.
2Let praise to the Lord, who made us, ascend;
Let each grateful heart be glad in its King;
The God whom we worship our songs will attend,
And view with complacence the offering we bring.
3Be joyful, ye saints sustained by his might,
And let your glad songs awake with each morn;
For those who obey him are still his delight--
His hand with salvation the meek will adorn.
4Then praise ye the Lord--prepare a glad song,
And let all his saints in full concert join;
With voices united the anthem prolong,
And show forth his praises with music divine.

163. L. M. Watts.

Universal Praise.

1Wide as his vast dominion lies,
Make the Creator's name be known;
Loud as his thunders speak his praise,
And sound it lofty as his throne.
2Jehovah!--'tis a glorious word;
O may it dwell on every tongue;
But saints, who best have known the Lord,
Are bound to raise the noblest song.
3Speak of the wonders of that love
Which Gabriel plays on every chord;
From all below, and all above,
Loud hallelujahs to the Lord.

164. C. M. Patrick.

Te Deum.

1O God, we praise thee, and confess,
That thou the only Lord
And everlasting Father art,
By all the earth adored.
2To thee all angels cry aloud--
To thee the powers on high,
Both cherubim and seraphim,
Continually do cry--
3"O holy, holy, holy Lord,
Whom heavenly hosts obey,
The world is with the glory filled
Of thy majestic sway."
4Th' apostles' glorious company,
And prophets, crowned with light,
With all the martyrs' noble host,
Thy constant praise recite.
5The holy church throughout the world,
O Lord, confesses thee--
That thou eternal Father art
Of boundless majesty.

165. 8s. & 7s. M. Fawcett.

God of our Salvation.

1Praise to thee, thou great Creator;
Praise be thine from every tongue;
Join, my soul, with every creature,
Join the universal song.
2Father, source of all compassion,
Free, unbounded grace is thine:
Hail the God of our salvation;
Praise him for his love divine.
3For ten thousand blessings given,
For the hope of future joy,
Sound his praise through earth and heaven,
Sound Jehovah's praise on high.
4Joyfully on earth adore him,
'Till in heaven our song we raise;
There, enraptured, fall before him,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

166. H. M. George Sandys.

General Praise.

1All, from the sun's uprise,
Unto his setting rays,
Resound in jubilees,
The great Jehovah's praise.
Him serve alone;
In triumph bring
Your gifts, and sing,
Before his throne.
2Man drew from man his birth,
But God his noble frame
Built of the ruddy earth,
Filled with celestial flame.
His sons we are;
Sheep by him led,
Preserved and fed
With tender care.
3O to his portals press
In your divine resorts:
With thanks his power profess,
And praise him in his courts.
How good! How pure!
His mercies last;
His promise past,
Forever sure.

167. C. M. M. Rayner.

The Same.

1Hail! Source of light, of life, and love,
And joys that never end;
In whom all creatures live and move:
Creator, Father, Friend.
2All space is with thy presence crowned:
Creation owns thy care;
Each spot in nature's ample round,
Proclaims that God is there.
3Attuned to praise be every voice;
Let not one heart be sad:
Jehovah reigns! Let earth rejoice;
Let all the isles be glad.
4Then sound the anthem loud and long,
In sweetest, loftiest strains;
And be the burden of the song,
The Lord, Jehovah, reigns!


168. L. M. 6l. Watts.

God revealed in his Works.

1Great God! the heavens' well ordered frame
Declares the glory of thy name,
There thy rich works of wonder shine:
A thousand starry beauties there,
A thousand radiant marks appear,
Of boundless skill and power divine.
2From night to day, from day to night,
The dawning and the dying light
Lectures of heavenly wisdom read;
With silent eloquence they raise
Our thoughts to our Creator's praise,
And neither sound nor language need.
3Yet thy divine instructions run
Far as the journeys of the sun:
Thy light and truth are known abroad;
We see thy smile in Nature's face,
And in the pages of thy grace
We read the glories of our God.

169. C. M. Rowe.

Praise from all Nature.

1Begin the high, celestial strain,
My raptured soul, and sing
A sacred hymn of grateful praise
To heaven's almighty King.
2Ye curling fountains, as ye roll
Your silver waves along,
Repeat to all your verdant shores
The subject of the song.
3Bear it, ye breezes, on your wings,
To distant climes away,
And round the wide-extended world
The lofty theme convey.
4Take up the burden of his name,
Ye clouds, as ye arise,
To deck with gold the opening morn,
Or shade the evening skies.
5Long let it warble round the spheres,
And echo through the sky;
Let angels, with immortal skill,
Improve the harmony;--
6While we, with sacred rapture fired,
The blest Creator sing,
And chant our consecrated lays
To heaven's eternal King.

170. 8s. M. Hogg.

God of Life.

1Blessed be thy name forever,
Thou of life the Guard and Giver!
Thou canst guard thy creatures sleeping,
Heal the heart long broke with weeping:
God of stillness and of motion,
Of the desert and the ocean,
Of the mountain, rock and river,
Blessed be thy name forever!
2Thou who slumberest not nor sleepest,
Blest are they thou kindly keepest.
God of evening's parting ray,
Of midnight gloom, and dawning day--
That rises from the azure sea
Like breathings of eternity;
God of life! that fade shall never,
Blessed be thy name forever!

171. H. M. H. Ballou, 2d.

Universal Praise.

1Ye realms below the skies,
Your Maker's praises sing;
Let boundless honors rise
To heaven's eternal King;
O bless his name whose love extends
Salvation to the world's far ends.
2Give glory to the Lord,
Ye kindreds of the earth;
His sovereign power record,
And show his wonders forth,
Till heathen tongues his grace proclaim,
And every heart adores his name.
3'T is he the mountains crowns
With forests waving wide;
'T is he old ocean bounds,
And heaves her roaring tide;
He swells the tempests on the main,
Or breathes the zephyr o'er the plain.
4Still let the waters roar,
As round the earth they roll;
His praise for evermore
They sound from pole to pole.
'Tis nature's wild, unconscious song
O'er thousand waves that floats along.
5His praise, ye worlds on high,
Display with all your spheres,
Amid the darksome sky,
When silent night appears.
O, let his works declare his name
Through all the universal frame.

172. C. M. Lutheran Coll.

Goodness of God in his Works.

1Hail, great Creator--wise and good!
To thee our songs we raise:
Nature, through all her various scenes,
Invites us to thy praise.
2Thy glory beams in every star,
Which gilds the gloom of night,
And decks the smiling face of morn
With rays of cheerful light.
3Great nature's God! still may these scenes
Our serious hours engage!
Still may our grateful hearts consult
Thy works' instructive page!
4And while, in all thy wondrous ways,
Thy varied love we see:
Oh, may our hearts, great God, be led
Through all thy works to thee.

173. L. M. 6l. Montgomery's Coll.

The Beauties of Creation.

1Ours is a lovely world, how fair
Thy beauties e'en on earth appear!
The seasons in their courses fall,
And bring successive joys. The sea,
The earth, the sky, are full of thee,
Benignant, glorious Lord of all!
2There's beauty in the heat of day;
There's glory in the noon-tide ray;
There's sweetness in the twilight shades--
Magnificence in night. Thy love
Arch'd the grand heaven of blue above,
And all our smiling earth pervades.
3And if thy glories here be found,
Streaming with radiance all around,
What must the fount of glory be!
In thee we'll hope, in thee confide,
Thou, mercy's never ebbing tide,
Thou, love's unfathomable sea!

174. L. M. 6l. Moore.

All Things are of God.

1Thou art, O God, the life and light
Of all this wondrous world we see;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are but reflections caught from thee;
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.
2When day, with farewell beam delays
Among the opening clouds of even,
And we can almost think we gaze,
Through opening vistas into heaven,--
Those hues that mark the sun's decline,
So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.
3When night, with wings of starry gloom,
O'ershadows all the earth and skies,
Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume
Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes,--
That sacred gloom, those fires divine,
So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.
4When youthful spring around us breathes,
Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh;
And every flower that summer wreathes
Is born beneath thy kindling eye:
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.

175. L. M. Addison.

The Heavens declare the Glory of God.

1The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great original proclaim.
Th' unwearied sun, from day to day,
Doth his Creator's power display;
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty hand.
2Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth:
Whilst all the stars which round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
3What though, in solemn silence, all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball;
What though no real voice nor sound
Amidst their radiant orbs be found;
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
Forever singing, as they shine,--
"The hand that made us is divine."

176. C. M. Zinzendorf.

The Creator, God.

1Lord, when thou said'st, "So let it be,"
The heavens were spread and shone,
And this whole earth stood gloriously;
Thou spak'st and it was done.
2The whole creation still records,
Unto this very day,
That thou art God, the Lord of lords;
Thee all things must obey.

177. C. M. Bowring.

Nature's Evening Hymn.

1The heavenly spheres, to thee, O God,
Attune their evening hymn;
All wise, all holy, thou art praised,
In song of seraphim!
Unnumbered systems, suns and worlds,
Unite to worship thee,
While thy majestic greatness fills
Space, time, eternity.
2Nature,--a temple worthy thee,
That beams with light and love;
Whose flowers so sweetly bloom below,
Whose stars rejoice above,
Whose altars are the mountain cliffs
That rise along the shore;
Whose anthems, the sublime accord
Of storm and ocean roar;
3Her song of gratitude is sung
By spring's awakening hours;
Her summer offers at thy shrine
Its earliest, loveliest flowers;
Her autumn brings its ripened fruits,
In glorious luxury given;
While winter's silver heights reflect
Thy brightness back to heaven.
4On all thou smil'st; and what is man
Before thy presence, God;
A breath, but yesterday inspired,
To-morrow but a clod.
That clod shall mingle in the vale,
But, kindled, Lord, by thee,
The spirit to thy arms shall spring,
To life, to liberty.

178. L. M. 6l. Bowring.

"Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night showeth knowledge."

1The heavens, O Lord! thy power proclaim,
And the earth echoes back thy name;
Ten thousand voices speak thy might,
And day to day, and night to night,
Utter thy praise--thou Lord above!
Thy praise, thy glory, and thy love.
2And nature with its countless throng,
And sun, and moon, and planets' song,
And every flower that light receives,
And every dew that tips the leaves,
And every murmur of the sea--
Tunes its sweet voice to worship Thee.
3Thy name thy glories they rehearse,
Great Spirit of the universe;
Sense of all sense, and soul of soul,
Nought is too vast for thy control;
The meanest and the mightiest share
Alike thy kindness and thy care.

179. 8s. & 7s. M. Heber.

"Consider the lilies of the field;--behold the fowls of the air."

1Lo! the lilies of the field!
How their leaves instruction yield!
Hark to nature's lesson given
By the blessed birds of heaven!
Every bush and tufted tree
Warbles trust and piety:
Children, banish doubt and sorrow,--
God provideth for the morrow.
2One there lives, whose guardian eye
Guides our earthly destiny;
One there lives, who, Lord of all,
Keeps his children lest they fall:
Pass we, then, in love and praise,
Trusting him, through all our days,
Free from doubt and faithless sorrow,--
God provideth for the morrow.

180. L. M. Peabody.

Religious Influences of Nature.

1God of the fair and open sky!
How gloriously above us springs
The tented dome, of heavenly blue,
Suspended on the rainbow's rings!
Each brilliant star, that sparkles through
Each gilded cloud that wanders free
In evening's purple radiance, gives
The beauty of its praise to thee.
2God of the rolling orbs above,
Thy name is written clearly bright
In the warm day's unvarying blaze,
Or evening's golden shower of light:
For every fire that fronts the sun,
And every spark that walks alone
Around the utmost verge of heaven,
Were kindled at thy burning throne.
3God of the world, the hour must come,
And nature's self to dust return;
Her crumbling altars must decay;
Her incense-fires shall cease to burn;
But still her grand and lovely scenes
Have made man's warmest praises flow,
For hearts grow holier as they trace
The beauty of the world below.

181. 7s. & 6s. M. Conder.

"Day unto day uttereth speech."

1The heavens declare his glory,
Their Maker's skill the skies:
Each day repeats the story,
And night to night replies.
Their silent proclamation
Throughout the earth is heard;
The record of creation,
The page of nature's word.
2There, from his bright pavilion,
Like eastern bridegroom clad,
Hailed by earth's thousand million,
The sun sets forth; right glad,
His glorious race commencing,
The mighty giant seems;
Through the vast round dispensing
His all-pervading beams.
3So pure, so soul-restoring
Is truth's diviner ray;
A brighter radiance pouring
Than all the pomp of day:
The wanderer surely guiding,
It makes the simple wise;
And evermore abiding,
Unfailing joy supplies.

182. L. M. 6l. Heber.

The Visible World a Shadow of the Invisible.

1I praised the earth in beauty seen,
With garlands gay of various green;
I praised the sea, whose ample field
Shone glorious as a silver shield;
And earth and ocean seemed to say,
"Our beauties are but for a day."
2I praised the sun, whose chariot rolled
On wheels of amber and of gold;
I praised the moon, whose softer eye
Gleamed sweetly through the summer sky;
And moon and sun in answer said,
"Our years are told when we must fade."
3O God, O, good beyond compare!
If thus thy meaner works are fair,--
If thus thy bounties gild the span
Of sinful earth and mortal man,--
How glorious must thy mansion be
Where thy redeemed shall dwell with thee.

183. L. M. Moore.

Nature a Temple.

1The turf shall be my fragrant shrine;
My temple, Lord, that arch of thine,
My censor's breath the mountain airs,
And silent thoughts my only prayers.
My choir shall be the moonlight waves,
When murmuring homeward to their caves,
Or when the stillness of the sea,
E'en more than music breathes of thee.
2I'll seek, by day, some glade unknown.
All light and silence like thy throne,
And the pale stars shall be, at night,
The only eyes that watch my rite.
Thy heaven, on which 'tis bliss to look,
Shall be my pure and shining book,
Where I can read, in words of flame,
The glories of thy wondrous name.
3There's nothing bright, above, below,
From flowers that bloom, to stars that glow,
But in its light my soul can see
Some feature of thy Deity.
There's nothing dark, below, above,
But in its gloom I trace thy love,
And meekly wait that moment, when
Thy touch shall turn all bright again.


184. C. M. Tate & Brady.

Perfection of God's Law.

1God's perfect law converts the soul,
Reclaims from false desires;
With sacred wisdom his sure word
The ignorant inspires.
2The statutes of the Lord are just,
And bring sincere delight;
His pure commands, in search of truth,
Assist the feeblest sight.
3His perfect worship here is fixed,
On sure foundations laid;
His equal laws are in the scales
Of truth and justice weighed.
4Of more esteem than golden mines,
Or gold refined with skill;
More sweet than honey, or the drops
That from the comb distil.
5My trusty counsellors they are,
And friendly warnings give;
Divine rewards attend on those,
Who by thy precepts live.

185. L. M. Watts.

Nature and Scripture. Ps. 19.

1The heavens declare thy glory, Lord!
In every star thy wisdom shines;
But, when our eyes behold thy word,
We read thy name in fairer lines.
2The rolling sun, the changing light,
And nights, and days, thy power confess;
But the blest volume thou hast writ
Reveals thy justice and thy grace.
3Sun, moon, and stars, convey thy praise
Round the whole earth, and never stand;
So when thy truth began its race,
It touched and glanced on every land.
4Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest
Till through the world thy truth has run;
Till Christ has all the nations blest,
That see the light, or feel the sun.

186. C. M. Cowper.

Light and Glory of the Word.

1A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic like the sun:
It gives a light to every age;
It gives, but borrows none.
2The hand that gave it still supplies
The gracious light and heat:
His truths upon the nations rise;
They rise, but never set.
3Let everlasting thanks be thine,
For such a bright display,
As makes a world of darkness shine
With beams of heavenly day.
4My soul rejoices to pursue
The steps of Him I love,
Till glory break upon my view
In brighter worlds above.

187. L. M. 6l. Spirit of the Psalms.

Praise to God for his Word.

1Join, all ye servants of the Lord,
To praise him for his sacred word,--
That word, like manna, sent from heaven,
To all who seek it freely given;
Its promises our fears remove,
And fill our hearts with joy and love.
2It tells us, though oppressed with cares,
The God of mercy hears our prayers;
Though steep and rough th' appointed way,
His mighty arm shall be our stay;
Though deadly foes assail our peace,
His power shall bid their malice cease.
3It tells who first inspired our breath,
And who redeemed our souls from death;
It tells of grace,--grace freely given,--
And shows the path to God and heaven:
O, bless we, then, our gracious Lord,
For all the treasures of his word.

188. S. M. Watts.

Nature and Scripture. Ps. 19.

1Behold! the lofty sky
Declares its Maker, God:
And all his starry works on high
Proclaim his power abroad.
2Ye Christian lands, rejoice!
Here he reveals his word;
We are not left to nature's voice
To bid us know the Lord.
3His statutes and commands
Are set before our eyes;
He puts his gospel in our hands,
Where our salvation lies.
4While of thy works I sing,
Thy glory to proclaim,
Accept the praise, my God, my King,
In my Redeemer's name.

189. C. M. Rippon's Coll.

The Value of the Scriptures.

1How precious is the book divine,
By inspiration given!
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine,
To lead our souls to heaven.
2O'er all the strait and narrow way
Its radiant beams are cast;
A light whose never weary ray
Grows brightest at the last.
3It sweetly cheers our fainting hearts
In this dark vale of tears;
Life, light, and comfort it imparts,
And calms our anxious fears.
4This lamp through all the dreary night
Of life shall guide our way,
Till we behold the glorious light
Of never-ending day.

190. C. M. Episcopal Coll.

Sufficiency of the Scriptures.

1Great God, with wonder and with praise
On all thy works I look;
But still thy wisdom, power, and grace,
Shine brightest in thy book.
2Here are my choicest treasures hid;
Here my best comfort lies;
Here my desires are satisfied;
And here my hopes arise.
3Lord, make me understand thy law;
Show what my faults have been;
And from thy gospel let me draw
The pardon of my sin.

191. S. M. Beddome.

Superiority of the Scriptures.

1O Lord, thy perfect word
Directs our steps aright;
Nor can all other books afford
Such profit or delight.
2Celestial light it sheds,
To cheer this vail below;
To distant lands its glory spreads,
And streams of mercy flow.
3True wisdom it imparts;
Commands our hope and fear;
O, may we hide it in our hearts,
And feel its influence there.

192. L. M. Beddome.

The Gospel Revelation.

1God, in the Gospel of his Son,
Makes his eternal counsels known;
'Tis here his richest mercy shines,
And truth is drawn in fairest lines.
2Wisdom its dictates here imparts,
To form our minds, to cheer our hearts;
Its influence makes the sinner live;
It bids the drooping saint revive.
3Our raging passions it controls,
And comfort yields to contrite souls;
It brings a better world in view,
And guides us all our journey through.
4May this blest volume ever lie
Close to my heart, and near my eye,
Till life's last hour my soul engage,
And be my chosen heritage.

193. C. M. Watts.

Revelation. Ps. 119.

1Let all the heathen writers join
To form one perfect book,
Great God, if once compared with thine,
How mean their writings look!
2Not the most perfect rules they gave
Could show one sin forgiven,
Nor lead a step beyond the grave;
But thine conduct to heaven.
3I've seen an end of what we call
Perfection here below;
How short the powers of nature fall,
And can no farther go!
4Our faith, and love, and every grace,
Fall far below thy word;
But perfect truth and righteousness
Dwell only with the Lord.

194. L. M. Anonymous.

The Scriptures.

1Lamp of our feet! whose hallowed beam
Deep in our hearts its dwelling hath,
How welcome is the cheering gleam
Thou sheddest o'er our lowly path!
Light of our way! whose ways are flung
In mercy o'er our pilgrim road,
How blessed, its dark shades among,
The star that guides us to our God.
2In the sweet morning's hour of prime,
Thy blessed words our lips engage,
And round our hearths at evening time
Our children spell the holy page;
The waymark through long distant years,
To guide their wandering footsteps on,
Till thy last loveliest beam appears,
Inscribed upon the churchyard stone.
3Lamp of our feet! which day by day
Are passing to the quiet tomb,
If on it fall thy peaceful ray,
Our last low dwelling hath no gloom.
How beautiful their calm repose
To whom thy blessed hope is given
Whose pilgrimage on earth is closed
By the unfolding gates of heaven!

195. C. M. Watts.

Comfort from the Bible.

1Lord, I have made thy word my choice,
My lasting heritage;
There shall my noblest powers rejoice,
My warmest thoughts engage.
2I'll read the histories of thy love,
And keep thy laws in sight,
While through the promises I rove,
With ever-fresh delight.
3'T is a broad land of wealth unknown,
Where springs of life arise,
Seeds of immortal bliss are sown,
And hidden glory lies.
4The best relief that mourners have,
It makes our sorrows blest;
Our fairest hope beyond the grave,
And our eternal rest.

196. L. M. Anonymous.

The Same.

1Thou Book of life!--in thee are found
The mysteries of my Maker's will;
Treasures of knowledge here abound,
The deepest, loftiest mind to fill.
2Thou art a banquet;--choicest food
I'll seek in thee: thou art a rock,
Whence pour sweet waters; every good
From thee doth flow for Christ's own flock.
3Light of the world! thy beams impart
To lead my feet through life's dark way;
O shine on this benighted heart,
Nor let me from thy guidance stray.
4Healer of all the woes of life!
The balm of souls diseased; to save
From all earth's pain; and end the strife
Of death, with victory o'er the grave!

197. S. M. E. Taylor.

The Bible.

1It is the one true light,
When other lamps grow dim,
'T will never burn less purely bright,
Nor lead astray from Him.
It is Love's blessed band,
That reaches from the throne
To him--whoe'er he be--whose hand
Will seize it for his own!
2It is the golden key
Unto celestial wealth,
Joy to the sons of poverty,
And to the sick man, health!
The gently proffer'd aid
Of one who knows and best
Supplies the beings he has made
With what will make them blessed.
3It is the sweetest sound
That infant years can hear,
Travelling across that holy ground,
With God and angels near.
There rests the weary head,
There age and sorrow go;
And how it smooths the dying bed,
O! let the Christian show!


198. C. M. Christian Psalmist.

The Saviour Foretold.

1Behold my servant; see him rise
Exalted in my might!
Him have I chosen, and in him
I place supreme delight.
2On him in rich effusion poured,
My spirit shall descend;
My truth and judgment he shall show
To earth's remotest end.
3Gentle and still shall be his voice;
No threats from him proceed;
The smoking flax shall he not quench,
Nor break the bruised reed.
4The feeble spark to flames he'll raise;
The weak will not despise;
Judgment he shall bring forth to truth,
And make the fallen rise.
5The progress of his zeal and power
Shall never know decline,
Till foreign lands and distant isles
Receive the law divine.

199. 11s. M. Drummond.

"Prepare ye the Way of the Lord."

1A voice from the desert comes awful and shrill;
The Lord is advancing! prepare ye the way!
The word of Jehovah he comes to fulfil,
And o'er the dark world pour the splendor of day.
2Bring down the proud mountain though towering to heaven,
And be the low valley exalted on high;
The rough path and crooked be made smooth and even,
For, Zion! your King, your Redeemer is nigh.
3The beams of salvation his progress illume;
The lone, dreary wilderness sings of her Lord;
The rose and the myrtle there suddenly bloom,
And the olive of peace spreads its branches abroad.

200. 7s. M. Bowring.

Report of the Watchman.

1Watchman! tell us of the night,
What its signs of promise are.
Traveller! o'er yon mountain's height,
See that glory-beaming star.
Watchman! does its beauteous ray
Aught of joy or hope foretell?
Traveller! yes; it brings the day,
Promised day of Israel.
2Watchman! tell us of the night;
Higher yet that star ascends.
Traveller! blessedness and light,
Peace and truth its course portends.
Watchman! will its beams alone
Gild the spot that gave them birth?
Traveller! ages are its own;
See, it bursts o'er all the earth.
3Watchman! tell us of the night,
For the morning seems to dawn.
Traveller! darkness takes its flight;
Doubt and terror are withdrawn.
4Watchman! let thy wanderings cease;
Hie thee to thy quiet home.
Traveller! lo! the Prince of Peace,
Lo! the Son of God, is come.

201. 8s. & 7s. M. Cawood.

Song of the Angels of Bethlehem.

1Hark! what mean those holy voices,
Sweetly sounding through the skies?
Lo! th' angelic host rejoices;
Heavenly hallelujahs rise.
2Listen to the wondrous story
Which they chant in hymns of joy:
"Glory in the highest, glory!
Glory be to God most high!
3"Peace on earth, good-will from heaven,
Reaching far as man is found:
Souls redeemed and sins forgiven:--
Loud our golden harps shall sound.
4"Christ is born, the great Anointed;
Heaven and earth his praises sing!
O, receive whom God appointed,
For your Prophet, Priest and King."
5Let us learn the wondrous story
Of our great Redeemer's birth;
Spread the brightness of his glory,
Till it cover all the earth.

202. C. M. E. H. Sears.

Christmas Hymn.

1Calm on the listening ear of night
Come heaven's melodious strains,
Where wild Judea stretches far
Her silver-mantled plains!
2The answering hills of Palestine
Send back the glad reply;
And greet, from all their holy heights,
The dayspring from on high
3O'er the blue depths of Galilee
There comes a holier calm,
And Sharon waves, in solemn praise,
Her silent groves of palm.
4"Glory to God!" the sounding skies
Loud with their anthems ring,--
Peace to the earth,--good-will to men,
From heaven's eternal King!"
5Light on thy hills, Jerusalem!
The Saviour now is born!
And bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains
Breaks the first Christmas morn.

203. S. M. E. H. Chapin.

The Same.

1Hark! hark! with harps of gold,
What anthem do they sing?--
The radiant clouds have backward rolled,
And angels smite the string.
"Glory to God!"--bright wings
Spread glist'ning and afar,
And on the hallowed rapture rings
From circling star to star.
2"Glory to God!" repeat
The glad earth and the sea;
And every wind and billow fleet,
Bears on the jubilee.
Where Hebrew bard hath sung,
Or Hebrew seer hath trod,
Each holy spot has found a tongue;
"Let glory be to God."
3Soft swells the music now
Along that shining choir,
And every seraph bends his brow
And breathes above his lyre.
What words of heavenly birth
Thrill deep our hearts again,
And fall like dew-drops to the earth?
"Peace and good-will to men!"
4Soft!--yet the soul is bound
With rapture, like a chain:
Earth, vocal, whispers them around,
And heav'n repeats the strain.
Sound, harps, and hail the morn
With ev'ry golden string;--
For unto us this day is born
A Saviour and a King!

204. S. H. M. T. H. Bayley.

The Same.

1No loud avenging voice
Proclaimed Messiah's birth;
The Son of God came down to teach
Humility on earth,
And by his sufferings to efface
The errors of a sinful race.
2Not on a purple throne,
With gold and jewels crowned,
But in the meanest dwelling place
The precious babe was found:
Yet star-directed sages came,
And kneeling, glorified his name.
3To shepherds first was shown
The promised boon of heaven,
Who cried, "To us a child is born--
To us a Son is given!"
Death from his mighty throne was hurled,
Faith hailed Salvation to the world.
4Lord! may thy holy cross
Bear peace from clime to clime,
Till all mankind at length are freed
From sorrow, shame and crime:
Dispel the unbeliever's gloom,
And end the terrors of the tomb!

205. L. M. Campbell.

The Same.

1When Jordan hushed his waters still,
And silence slept on Zion's hill;
When Bethlehem's shepherds through the night
Watched o'er their flocks by starry light:
2Hark! from the midnight hills around,
A voice of more than mortal sound,
In distant hallelujahs stole,
Wild murm'ring o'er the raptured soul.
3"O Zion! lift thy raptured eye,
The long expected hour is nigh;
The joys of nature rise again,
The Prince of Salem comes to reign.
4"He comes, to cheer the trembling heart,
Bids Satan and his host depart;
Again the day-star gilds the gloom,
Again the bowers of Eden bloom."

206. S. M. Watts.

The Same.

1Behold, the grace appears,
The blessing promised long;
Angels announce the Saviour near,
In this triumphant song:--
2"Glory to God on high
And heavenly peace on earth;
Good-will to men, to angels joy,
At the Redeemer's birth."
3In worship so divine
Let men employ their tongues;
With the celestial host we join,
And loud repeat their songs:--
4"Glory to God on high,
And heavenly peace on earth;
Good-will to men, to angels joy,
At our Redeemer's birth."

207. H. M. Salisbury Coll.

The Same.

1Hark! what celestial notes,
What melody, we hear!
Soft on the morn it floats,
And fills the ravished ear.
The tuneful shell,
The golden lyre,
And vocal choir,
The concert swell.
2Angelic hosts descend,
With harmony divine;
See, how from heaven they bend,
And in full chorus join!
"Fear not," say they;
Jesus, your King,
"Great joy we bring:
Is born to day."
3"Glory to God on high!
Ye mortals, spread the sound,
And let your raptures fly
To earth's remotest bound!
For peace on earth,
From God in heaven,
To man is given,
At Jesus' birth."

208. 7s. M. Anonymous.

The Same.

1Hail, all hail the joyful morn:
Tell it forth from earth to heaven,
That to us a child is born,
That to us a Son is given.
2Angels, bending from the sky,
Chanted, at the wondrous birth,
"Glory be to God on high,
Peace--good-will to man on earth."
3Join we then our feeble lays
To the chorus of the sky;
And, in songs of grateful praise,
Glory give to God on high.

209. 11s. & 10s. M. Heber.

Star of the East.

1Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid;
Star of the East,--the horizon adorning,--
Guide where the infant Redeemer is laid.
2Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining;
Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall;
Angels bend o'er him, in slumber reclining,--
Monarch, Redeemer, Restorer of all.
3Say, shall we yield him in costly devotion,
Odors of Edom, and offerings divine?
Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?
4Vainly we offer each ample oblation,
Vainly with gold would his favor secure;
Richer by far is the heart's adoration,
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.
5Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid;
Star of the East,--the horizon adorning,--
Guide where the infant Redeemer is laid.

210. L. M. 6l. Moore.

Christ's Birth.

1Arrayed in clouds of golden light,
More bright than heaven's effulgent bow,
Jehovah's angel came by night,
To bless the sleeping world below.
How soft the music of his tongue!
How sweet the hallowed strains he sung!
2Good-will henceforth to man be given,
The light of glory beams on earth:
Let angels tune the harps of heaven,
And saints rejoice in Shiloh's birth;
In him all nations shall be blest,
And his shall be a glorious rest.

211. C. P. M. Miss Roscoe.

Christmas Hymn.

1O, let your mingling voices rise,
In grateful rapture, to the skies,
And hail a Saviour's birth:
Let songs of joy the day proclaim,
When Jesus all-triumphant came
To bless the sons of earth.
2He came to bid the weary rest,
To heal the sinner's wounded breast,
To bind the broken heart,
To spread the light of truth around,
And to the world's remotest bound
The heavenly gift impart.
3He came our trembling souls to save
From sin, from sorrow, and the grave,
And chase our fears away;
Victorious over death and time,
To lead us to a happier clime,
Where reigns eternal day.

212. C. M. Doddridge.

The Mission of Christ.

1Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes!
The Saviour promised long!
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.
2On him the Spirit largely poured,
Exerts its sacred fire;
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,
His holy breast inspire.
3He comes, from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray;
And on the eye-balls of the blind
To pour celestial day.
4He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure;
And with the treasure of his grace
Enrich the humble poor.
5Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace!
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.

213. C. M. Watts.

The Kingdom of Christ.

1Joy to the world! the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King;
Let every heart prepare him room,
And heaven and nature sing!
2Joy to the earth! the Saviour reigns!
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy.
3No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make his blessings flow
As far as sin is found.
4He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.

214. C. M. Watts.

John the Herald of Christ.

1John was the prophet of the Lord
To go before his face;
The herald which the Prince of Peace
Sent to prepare his ways.
2"Behold the Lamb of God," he cries,
"That takes our guilt away;
I saw the Spirit o'er his head,
On his baptizing day.
3"Be every vale exalted high,
Sink every mountain low;
The proud must stoop, and humble souls
Shall his salvation know.
4"Behold the Morning Star arise,
Ye that in darkness sit;
He marks the path that leads to peace,
And guides our doubtful feet."

215. C. M. Exeter Coll.

The Baptism of Jesus.

1See, from on high, a light divine
On Jesus' head descend!
And hear the sacred voice from heaven
That bids us all attend.
2"This is my well-beloved Son,"
Proclaimed the voice divine;
"Hear him," his heavenly Father said,
"For all his words are mine."
3His mission thus confirmed from heaven,
The great Messiah came,
And heavenly wisdom showed to man
In God his Father's name.
4The path of heavenly peace he showed
That leads to bliss on high;
Where all his faithful followers here
Shall live, no more to die.

216. S. M. Needham.

Christ the Light of the World.

1Behold! the Prince of Peace,
The chosen of the Lord,
God's well-beloved Son, fulfils
The sure prophetic word.
2No royal pomp adorns
This King of righteousness:
Meekness and patience, truth and love,
Compose his princely dress.
3The spirit of the Lord,
In rich abundance shed,
On this great Prophet gently lights,
And rests upon his head.
4Jesus, the light of men,
His doctrine life imparts;
O, may we feel its quickening power
To warm and glad our hearts.
5Cheered by its beams, our souls
Shall run the heavenly way;
The path which Christ has marked and trod,
Will lead to endless day.

217. L. M. Bowring.

Jesus Preaching the Gospel.

1How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound
From lips of gentleness and grace,
When listening thousands gathered round,
And joy and reverence filled the place!
2From heaven he came--of heaven he spoke
To heaven he led his followers' way;
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke,
Unveiling an immortal day.
3"Come, wanderers, to my Father's home,
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest!"
Yes! sacred teacher,--we will come--
Obey thee, love thee, and be blest!
4Decay, then, tenements of dust!
Pillars of earthly pride, decay!
A nobler mansion waits the just,
And Jesus has prepared the way.

218. L. M. Butcher.

Miracles of Christ.

1On eyes that never saw the day
Christ pours the bright celestial ray;
And deafened ears, by him unbound,
Catch all the harmony of sound.
2Lameness takes up its bed, and goes
Rejoicing in the strength that flows
Through every nerve; and, free from pain,
Pours forth to God the grateful strain.
3The shattered mind his word restores,
And tunes afresh the mental powers;
The dead revive, to life return,
And bid affection cease to mourn.
4Canst thou, my soul, these wonders trace,
And not admire Jehovah's grace?
Canst thou behold thy Prophet's power,
And not the God he served adore?

219. L. M. Russell.

"That ye through his poverty might be rich."

1O'er the dark wave of Galilee
The gloom of twilight gathers fast,
And on the waters drearily
Descends the fitful evening blast.
2The weary bird hath left the air,
And sunk into his sheltered nest;
The wandering beast has sought his lair,
And laid him down to welcome rest.
3Still, near the lake, with weary tread,
Lingers a form of human kind;
And on his lone, unsheltered head,
Flows the chill night-damp of the wind.
4Why seeks he not a home of rest?
Why seeks he not a pillowed bed?
Beasts have their dens, the bird its nest;
He hath not where to lay his head.
5Such was the lot he freely chose,
To bless, to save the human race;
And through his poverty there flows
A rich, full stream of heavenly grace.

220. C. M. Mrs. Hemans.

"Peace! be still!"

1Fear, was within the tossing bark,
When stormy winds grew loud,
And waves came rolling high and dark,
And the tall mast was bowed.
2And men stood breathless in their dread,
And baffled in their skill--
But One was there, who rose and said
To the wild sea, "Be still!"
3And the wind ceased; it ceased! that word
Passed through the gloomy sky,
The troubled billows knew their Lord,
And sank beneath his eye.
4Thou that didst rule the angry hour,
And tame the tempest's mood--
Oh! send, thy Spirit forth in power
O'er our dark souls to brood!
5Thou that didst bow the billows' pride,
Thy mandates to fulfil--
Speak, speak to passion's raging tide,
Speak and say--"Peace, be still!"

221. L. M. 6l. Barton.

The Pool of Bethesda.

1Around Bethesda's healing wave
Waiting to hear the rustling wing,
Which spoke the angel nigh, who gave
Its virtue to that holy spring,
With patience, and with hope endued
Were seen the gathered multitude.
2Had they who watched and waited there
Been conscious who was passing by,
With what unceasing anxious care
Would they have sought his pitying eye;
And craved with fervency of soul,
His Power Divine to make them whole!
3Bethesda's pool has lost its power!
No angel, by his glad descent,
Dispenses that diviner dower
Which with its healing waters went.
But he, whose word surpassed its wave,
Is still omnipotent to save.

222. L. M. Heber.

The Holy Guest.

1Messiah Lord! who, wont to dwell
In lowly shape and cottage cell,
Didst not refuse a guest to be
At Cana's poor festivity.
2O when our soul from care is free,
Then, Saviour, would we think on thee;
And, seated at the festal board,
In fancy's eye behold the Lord.
3Then may we seem, in fancy's ear,
Thy manna-dropping tongue to hear,
And think,--"if now his searching view
Each secret of our spirit knew!"
4So may such joy, chastised and pure,
Beyond the bounds of earth endure;
Nor pleasure in the wounded mind
Shall leave a rankling sting behind.

223. C. M. Cowper.

"He steadfastly set his face to go to Jerusalem."

1The Saviour, what a noble flame,
Was kindled in his breast,
When hasting to Jerusalem,
He marched before the rest!
2Good-will to men, and zeal for God,
His every thought engross;
He goes to be baptized with blood;
He goes to meet the cross.
3With all his sufferings full in view,
And woes to us unknown,
Forth to the task his spirit flew;
'Twas love that urged him on.
4And while his holy sorrows here
Engage our wondering eyes,
We learn our lighter cross to bear,
And hasten to the skies.

224. L. M. Milman.

Christ's Entry into Jerusalem.

1Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Hark! all the tribes hosanna cry!
Thy humble beast pursues his road,
With palms and scattered garments strowed.
2Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die!
O Christ, thy triumphs now begin,
O'er captive death and conquered sin.
3Ride on, ride on in majesty!
The winged squadrons of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes,
To see the approaching sacrifice.
4Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on his glorious throne
Expects his own anointed Son!

225. C. M. Mrs. Barbauld.

Christ's New Command to his Disciples.

1Behold where, breathing love divine,
Our dying Master stands!
His weeping followers, gathering round,
Receive his last commands.
2"Blest is the man whose softening heart
Feels all another's pain;
To whom the supplicating eye
Was never raised in vain;
3"Peace from the bosom of his God,
My peace to him I give;
And when he kneels before his throne,
His trembling soul shall live.
4"To him protection shall be shown;
And mercy from above
Descend on those who thus fulfil
The perfect law of love."

226. C. H. M. Hemans.

The Agony in Gethsemane.

1He knelt; the Saviour knelt and prayed,
When but his Father's eye
Looked, through the lonely garden's shade,
On that dread agony:
The Lord of high and heavenly birth
Was bowed with sorrow unto death.
2He knew them all,--the doubt, the strife,
The faint perplexing dread;
The mists that hang o'er parting life
All darkened round his head;
And the Deliverer knelt to pray;
Yet passed it not, that cup, away.
3It passed not, though the stormy wave
Had sunk beneath his tread;
It passed not, though to him the grave
Had yielded up its dead;
But there was sent him, from on high,
A gift of strength, for man to die.
4And was his mortal hour beset
With anguish and dismay?
How may we meet our conflict yet
In the dark, narrow way?
How, but through him that path who trod?
"Save, or we perish, Son of God."

227. L. M. Montgomery.

Christ's Passion.

1The morning dawns upon the place,
Where Jesus spent the night in prayer;
Through brightening glooms behold his face,
No form or comeliness is there.
2Last eve by those he called his own,
Betrayed, forsaken or denied,
He met his enemies alone,
In all their malice, rage, and pride.
3But hark! he prays;--'tis for his foes;
He speaks;--'tis comfort to his friends;
Answers;--and Paradise bestows;
"'Tis finished!"--here the conflict ends.
4"Truly, this was the Son of God!"
--Though in a servant's mean disguise,
And bruised beneath the Father's rod,
Not for himself,--for man he dies.

228. L. M. W. B. Tappan.

Christ in Gethsemane.

1'T is midnight; and on Olive's brow
The star is dimmed that lately shone;
'T is midnight; in the garden, now,
The suffering Saviour prays alone.
2'T is midnight; and from all removed,
The Saviour wrestles lone, with fears;
E'en that disciple whom he loved
Heeds not his Master's grief and tears.
3'T is midnight; and for others' guilt
The man of sorrows weeps in blood;
Yet he that hath in anguish knelt
Is not forsaken by his God.
4'T is midnight; from celestial plains
Is borne the song that angels know;
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe.

229. C. M. Haweis.

Agony in the Garden.

1Dark was the night and cold the ground
On which the Lord was laid;
His sweat like drops of blood ran down;
In agony he prayed,--
2"Father, remove this bitter cup,
If such thy sacred will;
If not, content to drink it up,
Thy pleasure I fulfil."
3Go to the garden, sinner; see
Those precious drops that flow;
The heavy load he bore for thee;
For thee he lies so low.
4Then learn of him the cross to bear;
Thy Father's will obey;
And, when temptations press thee near,
Awake to watch and pray.

230. 7s. M. 6l. Montgomery.

Christ our Example in Sufferings.

1Go to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel temptation's power,
Your Redeemer's conflict see,
Watch with him one bitter hour.
Turn not from his griefs away,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
2Follow to the judgment-hall,
View the Lord of life arraigned:
O the wormwood and the gall!
O the pangs his soul sustained!
Shun not suffering, shame or loss;
Learn of him to bear the cross.
3Calvary's mournful mountain climb;
There, admiring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time,
God's own sacrifice complete:
"It is finished," hear him cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
4Early hasten to the tomb
Where they laid his breathless clay;
All is solitude and gloom;
--Who has taken him away?
Christ is risen; he meets our eyes--
Saviour, teach us so to rise.

231. C. M. Christian Psalmist.

The Crucifixion of Christ.

1Behold the Saviour on the cross,
A spectacle of woe!
See from his agonizing wounds
The blood incessant flow;
2Till death's pale ensigns o'er his cheek
And trembling lips were spread;
Till light forsook his closing eyes,
And life his drooping head.
3'Tis finished--the Messiah dies
For sins, but not his own;
The great redemption is complete,
And death is overthrown.
4'Tis finished--ritual worship ends,
And Gospel ages run;
All old things now are past away,
A new world is begun.

232. L. M. Steele.

A Dying Saviour.

1Stretched on the cross, the Saviour dies,
Hark! his expiring groans arise;
See, from his hands, his feet, his side,
Descends the sacred, crimson tide.
2And didst thou bleed?--for sinners bleed?
And could the sun behold the deed?
No; he withdrew his cheering ray,
And darkness veiled the mourning day.
3Can I survey this scene of woe,
Where mingling grief and mercy flow,
And yet my heart so hard remain,--
Unmoved by either love or pain!
4Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart,
To warm this cold, this stupid heart,
Till all its powers and passions move,
In melting grief and ardent love.

233. L. M. Stennett.

Christ Suffering on the Cross.

1"'T is finished!"--so the Saviour cried,
And meekly bowed his head and died:
"'T is finished!"--yes, the race is run,
The battle fought, the victory won.
2"'T is finished!"--all that heaven foretold
By prophets in the days of old;
And truths are opened to our view,
That kings and prophets never knew.
3"'T is finished!"--Son of God, thy power
Hath triumphed in this awful hour;
And yet our eyes with sorrow see
That life to us was death to thee.
4"'T is finished!"--let the joyful sound
Be heard through all the nations round;
"'Tis finished!"--let the triumph rise,
And swell the chorus of the skies.

234. L. M. Watts.

Christ's Death and Resurrection.

1He dies! the Friend of sinners dies!
Lo, Salem's daughters weep around!
A solemn darkness veils the skies!
A sudden trembling shakes the ground!
2Come, saints, and drop a tear or two
For him who groaned beneath your load!
He shed a thousand drops for you--
A thousand drops of richest blood!
3Here's love and grief beyond degree;
The Lord of glory dies for men;--
But lo, what sudden joys we see!
Jesus, the dead, revives again!
4The rising Lord forsakes the tomb--
The tomb in vain forbids his rise;
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies!

235. 7s. M. Gibbons.

Christ's Resurrection.

1Angels, roll the rock away;
Death, yield up thy mighty prey;
See! he rises from the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.
2'T is the Saviour! Angels, raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise;
Let the earth's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.
3Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes;
Now to glory see him rise
In long triumph up the sky--
Up to waiting worlds on high.
4Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs,
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres;
Shout, O earth, in rapturous song;
Let the strains be sweet and strong.
5Every note with wonder swell,--
And the Saviour's triumph tell;
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Where thy terrors, vanquished king?

236. 7s. M. Collyer.

The Same.

1Morning breaks upon the tomb!
Jesus dissipates its gloom!
Day of triumph through the skies,
See the glorious Saviour rise!
2Christians, dry your flowing tears;
Chase those unbelieving fears;
Look on his deserted grave;
Doubt no more his power to save.
3Ye who are of death afraid,
Triumph in the scattered shade;
Drive your anxious fears away;
See the place where Jesus lay.
4So the rising sun appears,
Shedding radiance o'er the spheres;
So returning beams of light
Chase the terrors of the night.

237. C. M. Watts.

Ascension and Reign of Christ.

1O for a shout of sacred joy
To God the sovereign King!
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.
2Jesus, our God, ascends on high;
His heavenly guards around
Attend him rising through the sky,
With trumpet's joyful sound.
3While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth his honors sing;
O'er all the earth he reigns.
4Speak forth his praise with awe profound;
Let knowledge guide the song;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

238. L. M. Watts.

Example of Christ.

1My dear Redeemer, and my Lord,
I read my duty in thy word:
But in thy life the law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.
2Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
Such deference to thy Father's will,
Such love, and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe, and make them mine.
3Cold mountains, and the midnight air,
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer,
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict, and thy victory, too.
4Be thou my pattern; may I bear
More of thy gracious image here;
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name
Among the followers of the Lamb.

239. C. M. Enfield.

The Same.

1Behold, where, in a mortal form,
Appears each grace divine;
The virtues, all in Jesus met,
With mildest radiance shine.
2To spread the rays of heavenly light,
To give the mourner joy,
To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was his divine employ.
3'Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek he stood;
His foes, ungrateful, sought his life;
He labored for their good.
4In the last hour of deep distress,
Before his Father's throne,
With soul resigned, he bowed, and said,
"Thy will, not mine, be done!"
5Be Christ our pattern and our guide!
His image may we bear!
O, may we tread his holy steps,
His joy and glory share!

240. C. P. M. Medley.

Excellency of Christ.

1O, could we speak the matchless worth,
O, could we sound the glories forth,
Which in our Saviour shine,
We'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings,
And vie with Gabriel, while he sings,
In notes almost divine.
2We'd sing the characters he bears,
And all the forms of love he wears,
Exalted on his throne:
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
We would, to everlasting days,
Make all his glories known.
3O, the delightful day will come,
When Christ our Lord will bring us home
And we shall see his face;
Then, with our Saviour, Brother, Friend,
A blest eternity we'll spend,
Triumphant in his grace.

241. L. M. Doddridge.

Christ's Submission to his Father's Will.

1"Father divine," the Saviour cried,
While horrors pressed on every side,
And prostrate on the ground he lay,
"Remove this bitter cup away.
2"But if these pangs must still be borne
Or helpless man be left forlorn,
I bow my soul before thy throne,
And say, Thy will, not mine, be done."
3Thus our submissive souls would bow,
And, taught by Jesus, lie as low;
Our hearts, and not our lips alone,
Would say, Thy will, not ours, be done.
4Then, though like him in dust we lie,
We'll view the blissful moment nigh,
Which, from our portion in his pains,
Calls to the joy in which he reigns.

242. L. M. Bache.

"Greater love hath no man than this."

1"See how he loved!" exclaimed the Jews,
As tender tears from Jesus fell;
My grateful heart the thought pursues,
And on the theme delights to dwell.
2See how he loved, who travelled on,
Teaching the doctrine from the skies;
Who bade disease and pain be gone,
And called the sleeping dead to rise.
3See how he loved, who never shrank
From toil or danger, pain or death;
Who all the cup of sorrow drank,
And meekly yielded up his breath.
4Such love can we unmoved survey?
O may our breasts with ardor glow,
To tread his steps, his laws obey,
And thus our warm affections show.

243. L. M. Anonymous.

"I am the Way, the Truth and the Life."

1Thou art the Way--and he who sighs
Amid this starless waste of woe
To find a pathway to the skies,
A light from heaven's eternal glow--
By thee must come, thou Gate of love,
Through which the saints undoubting trod,
Till faith discovers, like the dove,
An ark, a resting-place in God.
2Thou art the Truth--whose steady day
Shines on through earthly blight and bloom,
The pure, the everlasting ray,
The lamp that shines e'en in the tomb;
The light that out of darkness springs,
And guideth those that blindly go;
The word whose precious radiance flings
Its lustre upon all below.
3Thou art the Life--the blessed well,
With living waters gushing o'er,
Which those that drink shall ever dwell
Where sin and thirst are known no more.
Thou art the mystic pillar given,
Our lamp by night, our light by day;
Thou art the sacred bread from heaven;
Thou art the Life--the Truth--the Way.

244. L. M. 6l. Urwick's Col.

Christ All and in All.

1Jesus, thou source of calm repose,
All fulness dwells in thee divine;
Our strength, to quell the proudest foes;
Our light, in deepest gloom to shine;
Thou art our fortress, strength, and tower,
Our trust and portion, evermore.
2Jesus, our Comforter thou art;
Our rest in toil, our ease in pain;
The balm to heal each broken heart,
In storms our peace, in loss our gain;
Our joy, beneath the worldling's frown;
In shame our glory and our crown;--
3In want our plentiful supply;
In weakness, our almighty power;
In bonds, our perfect liberty;
Our refuge in temptation's hour;
Our comfort, 'midst all grief and thrall;
Our life in death; our all in all.

245. C. M. Beddome.

Christ the Resting-Place.

1Jesus! delightful, charming name!
It spreads a fragrance round;
Justice and mercy, truth and peace,
In union here are found.
2He is our life, our joy, our strength;
In him all glories meet;
He is a shade above our heads,
A light to guide our feet.
3When storms arise and tempests blow,
He speaks the stilling word;
The threatening billows cease to flow,
The winds obey their Lord.
4The thickest clouds are soon dispersed,
If Jesus shows his face;
To weary, heavy-laden souls
He is the resting-place.

246. C. M. Duncan.

The Spiritual Coronation.

1All hail the power of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all.
2Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,--
A remnant weak and small,--
Hail him, who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.
3Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all.
4O, that, with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet may fall;
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.

247. S. M. Doddridge.

Attraction of the Cross.

1Behold th' amazing sight,
The Saviour lifted high!
Behold the Father's chief delight
Expire in agony!
2For whom, for whom, my heart,
Were all these sorrows borne?
Why did he feel that piercing smart,
And meet that cruel scorn?
3For love of us he bled,
And all in torture died;
'T was love that bowed his fainting head,
And oped his gushing side.
4In him our hearts unite,
Nor share his grief alone,
But from his cross pursue their flight
To his triumphant throne.

248. 7s. M. Milman.

"They shall look on Him whom they pierced."

1Bound upon the accursed tree,
Faint and bleeding, who is he?
By the cheek so pale and wan,
By the crown of twisted thorn,
By the side so deeply pierced,
By the baffled, burning thirst,
By the drooping death-dewed brow.
Son of man! 'tis thou! 'tis thou!
2Bound upon the accursed tree,
Sad and dying, who is he?
By the last and bitter cry,
Life breathed out in agony:
By the lifeless body laid
In the chamber of the dead:
Crucified! we know thee now;
Son of man! 'tis thou! 'tis thou!
3Bound upon the accursed tree,
Dread and awful, who is he?
By the prayer for them that slew,
"Lord! they know not what they do;"
By the sealed and guarded cave,
By the spoiled and empty grave,
By that clear, immortal brow,
Son of God! 'tis thou! 'tis thou!

249. C. M. Beddome.

Following Christ.

1In duties and in sufferings too,
My Lord I feign would trace,
As he hath done, so would I do,
Sustained by heavenly grace.
2Inflamed with zeal, 'twas his delight
To do his Father's will;
May the same zeal my soul excite
His precepts to fulfil.
3Meekness, humility and love
Through all his conduct shine;
O, may my whole deportment prove
A copy, Lord, of thine.

250. 7s. M. Furness.

Jesus our Leader.

1Feeble, helpless, how shall I
Learn to live and learn to die?
Who, O God, my guide shall be?
Who shall lead thy child to thee?
2Blesséd Father, gracious One,
Thou hast sent thy holy Son;
He will give the light I need,
He my trembling steps will lead.
3Thus in deed, and thought, and word,
Led by Jesus Christ the Lord,
In my weakness, thus shall I
Learn to live and learn to die.
4Learn to live in peace and love,
Like the perfect ones above;--
Learn to die without a fear,
Feeling thee, my Father, near.

251. L. M. H. Ballou.

Christ's Example in Forgiving.

1Teach us to feel as Jesus prayed,
When on the cross he bleeding hung;
When all his foes their wrath displayed,
And with their spite his bosom stung.
2For such a heart and such a love,
O Lord, we raise our prayer to thee;
O pour thy Spirit from above,
That we may like our Saviour be.

252. C. M. Anonymous.

God's Servant.

1Thus saith the Lord who built the heavens,
And bade the planets roll,
Who peopled all the climes of earth,
And formed the human soul:--
2"Behold my Servant; see him rise
Exalted in my might;
Him have I chosen, and in him
I place supreme delight.
3"On him, in rich effusion poured,
My spirit shall descend;
My truth and judgment he shall show
To earth's remotest end.
4"The progress of his zeal and power
Shall never know decline,
Till foreign lands and distant isles
Receive the law divine."

253. L. M. Mason.

The Image of the Invisible God.

1Thou, Lord! by mortal eyes unseen,
And by thine offspring here unknown,
To manifest thyself to men,
Hast set thine image in thy Son.
2Though Jews, who granted not his claim,
Contemptuous turned away their face,
Yet those who trusted in his name
Beheld in him thy truth and grace.
3O thou! at whose almighty word
Fair light at first from darkness shone,
Teach us to know our glorious Lord,
And trace the Father in the Son.
4While we, thine image there displayed,
With love and admiration view,
Form us in likeness to our Head,
That we may bear thine image too.

254. S. M. Watts.

Christ the Corner-Stone.

1See what a living stone
The builders did refuse;
Yet God hath built his church thereon,
In spite of envious Jews.
2The work, O Lord, is thine,
And wondrous in our eyes;
This day declares it all divine,
This day did Jesus rise.
3This is the glorious day
That our Redeemer made;
Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray--
Let all the church be glad.
4Hosanna to the king
Of David's royal blood!
Bless him, ye saints: he comes to bring
Salvation from your God.
5We bless thine holy word,
Which all this grace displays;
And offer on thine altar, Lord,
Our sacrifice of praise.

255. L. M. S. Streeter.

The Hiding-place.

1A King shall reign in righteousness,
And all the kindred nations bless;
The King of Salem, King of peace,--
Nor shall his spreading kingdom cease.
2In him the naked soul shall find
A hiding-place from chilling wind;
Or, when the raging tempests beat,
A covert warm, a safe retreat.
3In burning sands and thirsty ground,
He like a river shall be found,
Or lofty rock, beneath whose shade
The weary traveller rests his head.
4The dimness gone, all eyes shall see
His glory, grace, and majesty;
All ears shall hearken, and the word
Of life receive from Christ the Lord.

256. C. M. S. Streeter.

Blessings of the Gospel.

1What glorious tidings do I hear
From my Redeemer's tongue!
I can no longer silence bear;
I'll burst into a song:
2The blind receive their sight with joy;
The lame can walk abroad;
The dumb their loosened tongues employ;
The deaf can hear the word.
3The dead are raised to life anew
By renovating grace;
The glorious gospel's preached to you,
The poor of Adam's race.
4O wondrous type of things divine,
When Christ displays his love,
To raise from woe the sinking mind
To reign, in realms above!


257. C. M. Watts.

The Gospel Trumpet.

1Let every mortal ear attend,
And every heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the Gospel sounds
With an inviting voice.
2Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind,--
3Eternal Wisdom has prepared
A soul-reviving feast,
And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.
4Ho! ye that pant for living streams,
And pine away and die,--
Here you may quench your raging thirst
With springs that never dry.
5The happy gates of gospel grace
Stand open night and day;
Lord, we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.

258. C. M. Cowper.

"The entrance of thy Word giveth Light."

1How blest thy creature is, O God,
When, with a single eye,
He views the lustre of thy word,
The day-spring from on high!
2Through all the storms that veil the skies,
And frown on earthly things,
The Sun of Righteousness doth rise,
With healing on his wings.
3The soul, a dreary province once
Of Satan's dark domain,
Feels a new empire formed within,
And owns a heavenly reign.
4The glorious orb, whose golden beams
The fruitful year control,
Since first, obedient to thy word,
He started from the goal,--
5Has cheered the nations with the joys
His orient rays impart:
But, Jesus, 'tis thy light alone
Can shine upon the heart.

259. L. M. Watts.

Gospel Invitations.

1"Come hither, all ye weary souls,
Ye heavy-laden sinners, come!
I'll give you rest from all your toils,
And raise you to my heavenly home.
2"They shall find rest that learn of me;
I'm of a meek and lowly mind,
But passion rages like the sea,
And pride is restless as the wind.
3"Blest is the man whose shoulders take
My yoke, and bear it with delight;
My yoke is easy to his neck,
My grace shall make the burden light."
4Jesus, we come at thy command;
With faith, and hope, and humble zeal,
Resign our spirits to thy hand
To mould and guide us at thy will.

260. L. M. Watts.

God's Glory in the Gospel.

1Now to the Lord a noble song!
Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue;
Hosanna, to the Eternal name,
And all his boundless love proclaim.
2The spacious earth and spreading flood
Proclaim the wise, the powerful God;
And thy rich glories from afar
Sparkle in every rolling star.
3But in the Gospel of thy Son
Are all thy mightiest works outdone;
The light it pours upon our eyes
Outshines the wonders of the skies.
4Our spirits kindle in its beam;
It is a sweet, a glorious theme;
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound;
Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground.

261. H. M. Toplady.

The Jubilee Proclaimed.

1Blow ye the trumpet, blow,
The gladly solemn sound;
Let all the nations know,
To earth's remotest bound,
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
2The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of pardoning grace:
Ye happy souls, draw near;
Behold your Saviour's face:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
3Jesus, our great High Priest,
Has full assurance made;
Ye weary spirits, rest;
Ye mourning souls, be glad:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

262. 8s. & 7s. M. J. Taylor.

Gospel Call to the Church.

1Praise to God, the great Creator,
Bounteous Source of every joy,
He whose hand upholds all nature,
He whose word can all destroy!
Saints with pious zeal attending,
Now the grateful tribute raise;
Solemn songs, to heaven ascending,
Join the universal praise.
2Here indulge each grateful feeling;
Lowly bend with contrite souls;
Here, his milder grace revealing,
Here no peal of thunder rolls:
Lo, the sacred page before us
Bears the promise of his love,
Full of mercy to restore us,
Mercy beaming from above.
3Every secret fault confessing,
Deed unrighteous, thought of sin,
Seize, O seize the proffered blessing,
Grace from God, and peace within!
Heart and voice with rapture swelling,
Still the song of glory raise;
On the theme immortal dwelling,
Join the universal praise.

263. 7s. & 6s. M. J. G. Adams.

The Gospel Advancing.

1Brighter shines the gospel day
On our Zion's mountains;
Clearer has become the way
To her living fountains.
Hark! the stirring trumpet tone
Hath o'er every hill-top flown;
Error's hosts retiring see!
Superstition's minions flee!
2From the luring haunts of sin
Where the soul is blighted,
Christ invites--come enter in
To the temple lighted
With the beams of pardoning love--
With the wisdom from above;
Leave the woes of sin behind,
And a rest perpetual find.
3Come from error's hoary shrine,
Jew or Gentile seeking
For the way of life divine--
Hear this voice now speaking!
Willing hearts and hands prepare
Christ's redeeming grace to share;
Join our triumph-strain, and sing
Zion's Universal King.

264. C. M. Medley.

The Fountain of Living Waters.

1O, what amazing words of grace
Are in the gospel found!
Suited to every sinner's case,
Who hears the joyful sound.
2Come, then, with all your wants and wounds;
Your every burden bring;
Here love, unchanging love, abounds,
A deep, celestial spring.
3This spring with living water flows,
And heavenly joy imparts;
Come, thirsty souls, your wants disclose,
And drink with thankful hearts.

265. S. M. Select Hymns.

Now is the Day of Grace.

1Now is the day of grace;
Now to the Father come;
The Lord is calling, "Seek my face,
And I will guide you home."
2The Saviour bids you speed;
O, wherefore then delay?
He calls in love; he sees your need;
He bids you come to-day.
3To-day the prize is won;
The promise is to save;
Then, O, be wise; to-morrow's sun
May shine upon your grave.

266. C. M. Mrs. Steele.

Invitation to the Gospel Feast.

1Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Behold a royal feast,
Where mercy spreads her bounteous store,
For every humble guest!
2See, Jesus stands with open arms!
He calls, he bids you come;--
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms,--
But see, there yet is room!
3Come then, and with his people taste
The blessings of his love;
While hope attends the sweet repast,
Of nobler joys above.
4There, with united heart and voice,
Before the eternal throne,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice
In ecstasies unknown.
5And yet ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come:
Ye longing souls, the grace adore;--
Approach, there yet is room.

267. 7s. M. Hawes.

The Same.

1From the holy mount above,
Glowing in the light of love,
What melodious sounds we hear,
Bursting on the ravished ear!
"At the feast there yet is room--
Come and welcome, sinner, come.
2"Thou shalt be a welcome guest,
By the Lord divinely blest;--
In the word of truth believe,--
All thy sinful pleasures leave,
And no more in darkness roam,--
Come and welcome, sinner, come.
3"God is thy unchanging Friend;
He will love thee to the end,
And at last thy soul convey
To the realms of endless day,
To a blessed spirit-home,--
Come and welcome, sinner, come."

268. 7s. M. Episcopal Coll.

The Sinner entreated to awake.

1Sinner, rouse thee from thy sleep;
Wake, and o'er thy folly weep;
Raise thy spirit, dark and dead;
Jesus waits his light to shed.
2Wake from sleep; arise from death;
See the bright and living path;
Watchful, tread that path; be wise;
Leave thy folly; seek the skies.
3Leave thy folly; cease from crime;
From this hour redeem thy time;
Life secure without delay;
Brief is this thy mortal day.
4O, then, rouse thee from thy sleep;
Wake, and o'er thy folly weep;
Jesus calls from death and night;
Jesus waits to shed his light.

269. L. M. 6l. Anonymous.

The Gospel gives Peace and Rest.

1Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan
Hath taught these rocks the notes of woe;
Cease thy complaints, suppress thy groan,
And let thy tears forget to flow:
Behold the precious balm is found,
Which lulls thy pain, which heals thy wound.
2Come, freely come; by sin oppressed,
Unburden here the weighty load,
Here find thy refuge and thy rest,
And trust the mercy of thy God:
Thy God's thy Father,--glorious word!
Forever love and praise the Lord.
3As spring the winter, day the night,
Peace sorrow's gloom shall chase away,
And smiling joy, a seraph bright,
Shall tend thy steps and near thee stay;
Whilst glory weaves th' immortal crown,
And waits to claim thee for her own.

270. 7s. M. 8l. Bowring.


1Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin,
Come the way to Zion's gate,
There, till mercy speaks within,
Knock, and weep, and watch and wait--
Knock--he knows the sinner's cry,
Weep--he loves the mourner's tears,
Watch--for saving grace is nigh,
Wait--till heavenly grace appears.
2Hark, it is thy Saviour's voice!
"Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest."
Now within the gate rejoice,
Safe, and owned, and bought and blest--
Safe--from all the lures of vice,
Owned--by joys the contrite know,
Bought--by love and life the price,
Blest--the mighty debt to owe!
3Holy pilgrim! what for thee,
In a world like this, remains?
From thy guarded breast shall flee
Fear, and shame, and doubt and pains--
Fear--the hope of heaven shall fly,
Shame--from glory's view retire,
Doubt--in full belief shall die,
Pain--in endless bliss expire.

271. C. M. Anonymous.

The Same.

1Bright was the guiding star that led,
With mild benignant ray,
The Gentiles to the lowly shed
Where the Redeemer lay.
2But lo! a brighter, clearer light
Now points to his abode
It shines through sin and sorrow's night
To guide us to our Lord.
3O haste to follow where it leads;
The gracious call obey,
Be rugged wilds, or flowery meads,
The Christian's destined way.
4O gladly tread the narrow path
While light and grace are given;
We'll meekly follow Christ on earth,
And reign with him in heaven.

272. C. M. Collyer.

Call to the Wandering.

1Return, O wanderer, now return,
And seek thy Father's face;
Those new desires, which in thee burn,
Were kindled by his grace.
2Return, O wanderer, now return;
He hears thy humble sigh;
He sees thy softened spirit mourn,
When no one else is nigh.
3Return, O wanderer, now return;
Thy Father bids thee live;
Go to his feet, and grateful learn
How freely he'll forgive.
4Return, O wanderer, now return,
And wipe the falling tear;
Thy Father calls--no longer mourn;
'T is love invites thee near.

273. C. M. Moore.

"Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much."

1Were not the sinful Mary's tears
An offering worthy heaven,
When, o'er the faults of former years,
She wept, and was forgiven?
2When, bringing every balmy sweet
Her day of luxury stored,
She o'er her Saviour's hallowed feet
The precious ointment poured;
3Were not those sweets so freely shed,
That shame, those weeping eyes,
And the sunk heart which inly bled,
Heaven's noblest sacrifice?
4Thou that hast slept in error's sleep,
O wouldst thou wake to heaven,
Like Mary kneel, like Mary weep;
"Love much," and be forgiven!

274. 7s. M. Anonymous.

To the Prodigal Son.

1Brother, hast thou wandered far
From thy father's happy home?
With thyself and God at war?
Turn thee, brother, homeward come.
2Hast thou wasted all the powers
God for noble uses gave?
Squandered life's most golden hours?
Turn thee, brother, God can save!
3Is a mighty famine now
In thy heart and in thy soul?
Discontent upon thy brow?
Turn thee, God will make thee whole!
4Fall before him on the ground,
Pour thy sorrow in his ear,
Seek him, while he may be found,
Call upon him, while he's near.

275. S. M. Episcopal Coll.

Gospel Invitations.

1The Spirit, in our hearts,
Is whispering, "Sinner, come!"
The Bride, the Church of Christ, proclaims
To all his children, "Come!"
2Let him that heareth say
To all about him, "Come!"
Let him that thirsts for righteousness,
To Christ, the Fountain, come!
3Yes, whosoever will,
O, let him freely come,
And freely drink the stream of life;
'Tis Jesus bids him come.
4Lo, Jesus, who invites,
Declares, "I quickly come:"
Lord, even so! I wait thine hour:
Jesus, my Saviour, come!

276. C. M. Watts.

The Blessings of the Gospel.

1Blest are the souls that hear and know
The gospel's joyful sound;
Peace shall attend the paths they go,
And light their steps surround.
2Their joy shall bear their spirits up,
Through their Redeemer's name;
His righteousness exalts their hope,
Nor dares the world condemn.
3The Lord, our glory and defence,
Strength and salvation gives;
Israel, thy King forever reigns,
Thy God forever lives.

277. C. M. Doddridge.

All Things Ready.

1The King of heaven his table spreads,
And dainties crown the board:
Not Paradise, with all its joys,
Could such delight afford.
2Ye hungry poor, that long have strayed
In sin's dark mazes, come;
Come from your most obscure retreats
And grace shall find you room.
3Millions of souls, in glory now,
Were fed and feasted here;
And millions more, still on the way,
Around the board appear.
4Yet are his house and heart so large,
That millions more may come;
Nor could the whole assembled world
O'erfill the spacious room.

278. S. M. Pratt's Coll.

Coming to Christ.

1Ye sons of earth, arise,
Ye creatures of a day;
Redeem the time--be bold--be wise,
And cast your bonds away.
2The year of gospel grace
With us rejoice to see,
And thankfully in Christ embrace
Your proffered liberty.
3Blest Saviour, Lord of all,
God help us to receive;
Obedient to thy gracious call,
O, bid us turn and live.

279. S. M. E. Turner.

Saviour's Voice.

1Hear what a Saviour's voice,
To sinners, does proclaim;
O, all ye ransomed souls, rejoice
In your Redeemer's name.
2Where sin and death have reigned,
And all their power employed,
There are his love and light maintained,
And heavenly truth enjoyed.
3The needy, starving poor
Are filled with living bread;
The opening of the prison door
Proclaims the captive freed.
4The thirsty, panting soul,
That longs for springs of grace,
Beholds celestial waters roll,
And floods of righteousness.
5My God, my Saviour too,
I would thy love proclaim,
Partake of what is brought to view,
And sing thy glorious name.

280. S. M. Watts.

Power of the Gospel.

1Behold, the morning sun
Begins his glorious way;
His beams through all the nations run,
And life and light convey.
2But where the gospel comes,
It spreads diviner light;
It calls dead sinners from their tombs,
And gives the blind their sight.
3How perfect is thy word!
And all thy judgments just!
Forever sure thy promise, Lord,
And we securely trust.
4My gracious God, how plain
Are thy directions given!
O, may we never read in vain,
But find the path to heaven.

281. L. M. Anonymous.

Gospel Invitation.

1Come to the living waters, come!
Gladly obey your Maker's call:--
Return, ye weary wand'rers, home,
And find his grace is free for all.
2See from the rock a fountain rise;
For you in healing streams it rolls;
Money ye need not bring, nor price,
Ye weary, heavy-laden souls.
3In search of empty joys below,
Why toil with unavailing strife?
Whither, ah! whither would ye go?
Christ hath the words of endless life.
4Your willing ears and hearts incline,
His words believingly receive;
Quicken'd, you then, by faith divine,
A heavenly life on earth shall live.

282. 11s. M. S. F. Streeter.

The Same.

1How gracious the promise, how soothing the word
That came from the lips of our merciful Lord!
"Ye lone, and ye weary, ye sad and oppressed,
Come, learn of your Saviour, and ye shall find rest."
2Ye proud, from the paths of ambition depart,
For meek was your Master, and lowly of heart.
And all who have sinned and have wandered astray,
Come, walk in the light and the truth and the way.
3Ye heart-stricken sons, and ye daughters of woe,
For you the fresh fountains of comfort o'erflow;
Your souls to the blessed Redeemer unite,--
His yoke it is easy, his burden is light.

283. 7s. M. Mrs. Barbauld.

The Weary, Pained, and Guilty, Invited.

1Come! said Jesus' sacred voice,
Come, and make my paths your choice;
I will guide you to your home;
Weary pilgrim, hither come!
2Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn,
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,
Long hast roamed the barren waste,
Weary pilgrim, hither haste!
3Ye who, tossed on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain;
Ye, whose swollen and sleepless eyes
Watch to see the morning rise;
4Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn,
Here repose your heavy care:
Who the stings of guilt can bear?
5Sinner, come! for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound;
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.


284. L. M. Watts.

Christ's Kingdom among the Gentiles.

1Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
2For him shall endless prayer be made,
And endless praises crown his head;
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.
3People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on his love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.
4Blessings abound where'er he reigns;
The joyful prisoner bursts his chains;
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blest.
5Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honors to our King;
Angels descend with songs again
And earth repeat the loud Amen.

285. C. M. Milton.

The Kingdom of God on Earth.

1The Lord will come, and not be slow;
His footsteps cannot err;
Before him righteousness shall go,
His royal harbinger.
2The nations all whom thou hast made
Shall come, and all shall frame
To bow them low before thee, Lord,
And glorify thy name.
3Truth from the earth, like to a flower,
Shall bud and blossom then,
And Justice, from her heavenly bower,
Look down on mortal men.
4Thee will I praise, O Lord, my God,
Thee honor and adore
With my whole heart, and blaze abroad
Thy name for evermore.
5For great thou art, and wonders great
By thy strong hand are done:
Thou, in thy everlasting seat,
Remainest God alone.

286. C. M. H. Ballou.

The Same.

1Jesus his empire shall extend;
Beneath his gentle sway
Kings of the earth shall humbly bend,
And his commands obey.
2From sea to sea, from shore to shore,
All nations shall be blest;
We hear the noise of war no more,--
He gives his people rest.
3As clouds descend in gentle showers,
When spring renews her reign;
And call to life the fragrant flowers
O'er forest, hill and plain;--
4So Jesus, by his heavenly grace,
Descends on man below,
And o'er the millions of our race
His gentle blessings flow.
5All that the reign of sin destroyed,
The Saviour shall restore;
And, from the treasures of the Lord,
Shall give us blessings more.

287. H. M. E. Turner.

The Universal King.

1Come, sing a Saviour's power,
And praise his mighty name;
His wondrous love adore,
And chant his growing fame.
Wide o'er the world a king shall reign,
And righteousness and peace maintain.
2The sceptre of his grace
He shall forever wield;
His foes, before his face,
To strength divine shall yield:
The conquest of his truth shall show
What an almighty arm can do.
3His alienated sons,
By sin beguiled, betrayed,
Shall then be born at once,
And willing subjects made:
Such numbers shall his courts adorn
As dew-drops of the vernal morn.
4His realm shall ever stand,
By liberal things upheld:
And from his bounteous hand
All hearts with joy be filled.
A universe with praise shall own
The countless honors of his throne.

288. 7 & 6s. M. Montgomery.

Blessings of Christ's Kingdom.

1Hail to the Lord's Anointed,
Great David's greater Son!
Hail! in the time appointed
His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free,
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.
2He shall descend like showers
Upon the fruitful earth,
And love and joy, like flowers,
Spring in his path to birth;
Before him, on the mountains,
Shall peace, the herald, go;
And righteousness, in fountains,
From hill to valley flow.
3For him shall prayer unceasing
And daily vows ascend,
His kingdom still increasing,--
A kingdom without end:
The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove:
His name shall stand forever;--
That name to us is love.

289. L. M. H. Ballou.

Blessings of Christ's Universal Reign.

1When God descends with men to dwell,
And all creation makes anew,
What tongue can half the wonders tell?
What eye the dazzling glories view?
2Zion, the desolate, again
Shall see her lands with roses bloom;
And Carmel's mount, and Sharon's plain,
Shall yield their spices and perfume.
3Celestial streams shall gently flow;
The wilderness shall joyful be;
Lilies on parchéd ground shall grow;
And gladness spring on every tree;
4The weak be strong, the fearful bold,
The deaf shall hear, the dumb shall sing,
The lame shall walk, the blind behold;
And joy through all the earth shall ring.
5Monarchs and slaves shall meet in love;
Old pride shall die, and meekness reign,--
When God descends from worlds above,
To dwell with men on earth again.

290. C. M. Anonymous.

The Gospel Feast.

1On Zion, his most holy mount,
God will a feast prepare;
And Israel's sons, and Gentile lands,
Shall in the banquet share.
2See to the vilest of the vile
A free acceptance given!
See rebels, by adopting grace,
Sit with the heirs of heaven!
3The pained, the sick, the dying, now
To ease and health restored,
With eager appetites partake
The plenties of the board.
4But, O, what draughts of bliss unknown,
What dainties shall be given,
When, with the myriads round the throne,
We join the feast of heaven!
5There joys immeasurably high
Shall overflow the soul,
And springs of life, that never dry,
In thousand channels roll.

291. 7s. M. Anonymous.

The Fulness of the Gentiles.

1"Give us room, that we may dwell,"
Zion's children cry aloud:
See their numbers how they swell!
How they gather like a cloud!
2O, how bright the morning seems!
Brighter from so dark a night:
Zion is like one that dreams,
Filled with wonder and delight.
3Lo! thy sun goes down no more:
God himself will be thy light:
All that caused thee grief before
Buried lies in endless night.
4Zion, now arise and shine;
Lo! thy light from heaven is come
These that crowd from far are thine;
Give thy sons and daughters room.

292. L. M. Anonymous.

Influence of the Gospel like Rain.

1As showers on meadows newly mown,
Jesus shall shed his blessings down;
Crowned with whose life-infusing drops,
Earth shall renew her blissful crops.
2The dews and rains, in all their store,
Drenching the pastures o'er and o'er,
Are not so copious as that grace
Which sanctifies and saves our race.
3As, in soft silence, vernal showers
Descend, and cheer the fainting flowers,
So, in the secrecy of love,
Falls the sweet influence from above.
4That heavenly influence let me find
In holy silence of the mind,
While every grace maintains its bloom,
Diffusing wide its rich perfume.
5Nor let these blessings be confined
To me, but poured on all mankind,
Till earth's wild wastes in verdure rise,
And a young Eden bless our eyes.

293. H. M. Doddridge.

Efficacy of the Gospel.

1Mark the soft-falling snow,
And the descending rain!
To heaven, from whence it fell,
It turns not back again;
But waters earth through every pore,
And calls forth all her secret store.
2Arrayed in beauteous green
The hills and valleys shine,
And man and beast are fed
By providence divine:
The harvest bows its golden ears,
The copious seed of future years.
3"So," saith the God of grace,
"My Gospel shall descend,
Almighty to effect
The purpose I intend;
Millions of souls shall feel its power,
And bear it down to millions more."

294. S. M. H. Ballou.

Universal Redemption.

1In God's eternity
There shall a day arise,
When all the race of man shall be
With Jesus in the skies.
2As night before the rays
Of morning flees away,
Sin shall retire before the blaze
Of God's eternal day.
3As music fills the grove
When stormy clouds are past,
Sweet anthems of redeeming love
Shall all employ at last.
4Redeemed from death and sin,
Shall Adam's numerous race
A ceaseless song of praise begin,
And shout redeeming grace.

295. L. M. 6l. Watts.

"The Gentiles shall see thy Righteousness."

1Let all the earth their voices raise,
To sing the choicest psalm of praise;
To sing and bless Jehovah's name:
His glory let the heathen know,
His wonders to the nations show,
And all his saving works proclaim.
2The heathen know thy glory, Lord:
The wondering nations read thy word:
Among us is Jehovah known;
Our worship shall no more be paid
To gods which mortal hands have made;
Our Maker is our God alone.
3Come the great day, the glorious hour,
When earth shall feel his saving power,
And barbarous nations fear his name;
Then shall the race of man confess
The beauty of his holiness,
And in his courts his grace proclaim.

296. L. M. Bowring.

Progress of Gospel Truth.

1Upon the Gospel's sacred page
The gathered beams of ages shine;
And, as it hastens, every age
But makes its brightness more divine.
2Truth, strengthened by the strength of thought,
Pours inexhaustible supplies,
Whence sagest teachers may be taught,
And Wisdom's self become more wise.
3More glorious still as centuries roll,
New regions blest, new powers unfurled,
Expanding with the expanding soul,
Its waters shall o'erflow the world;
4Flow to restore, but not destroy;
As when the cloudless lamp of day
Pours out its floods of light and joy,
And sweeps each lingering mist away.

297. L. M. Watts.

Universal Reign of Christ.

1Great God, whose universal sway
The known and unknown worlds obey;
Now give the kingdom to thy Son;
Extend his power, exalt his throne.
2The heathen lands, that lie beneath
The shades of overspreading death,
Revive at his first dawning light,
And deserts blossom at the sight.
3The saints shall flourish in his days,
Dressed in the robes of joy and praise;
Peace, like a river, from his throne
Shall flow to nations yet unknown.

298. 10s. M. Pope.

Predicted Glory of the Messiah's Kingdom.

1Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise!
Exalt thy towering head, and lift thine eyes!
See heaven its sparkling portals wide display,
And break upon thee in a flood of day!
2See a long race thy spacious courts adorn,
See future sons and daughters yet unborn,
In crowding ranks on every side arise,
Demanding life, impatient for the skies!
3See barbarous nations at thy gates attend,
Walk in thy light, and in thy temples bend!
See thy bright altars thronged with prostrate kings,
While every land its joyous tribute brings.
4The seas shall waste, the skies to smoke decay,
Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away
But fixed his word, his saving power remains,
Thy realm shall last, thy own Messiah reigns.

299. 8s., 7s. & 4s. M. Kelly.

Encouraging Prospects.

1Yes, we trust the day is breaking;
Joyful times are near at hand;
God, the mighty God, is speaking,
By his word, in every land:
When he chooses,
Darkness flies at his command.
2While the foe becomes more daring,
While he enters like a flood,
God, the Saviour, is preparing
Means to spread his truth abroad:
Every language
Soon shall tell the love of God.
3God of Jacob, high and glorious,
Let thy people see thy hand;
Let the gospel be victorious,
Through the world, in every land;
Then shall idols
Perish, Lord, at thy command.

300. 7s. & 6s. M. Anonymous.

Universal Hallelujah.

1When shall the voice of singing
Flow joyfully along?
When hill and valley, ringing
With one triumphant song,
Proclaim the contest ended,
And Him, who once was slain,
Again to earth descended,
In righteousness to reign?
2Then from the craggy mountains
The sacred shout shall fly,
And shady vales and fountains
Shall echo the reply:
High tower and lowly dwelling
Shall send the chorus round,
The hallelujah swelling
In one eternal sound.

301. C. M. Watts.

Prospect of Universal Blessedness.

1Lo! what a glorious sight appears
To our believing eyes!
The earth and seas are passed away,
And the old rolling skies.
2From the third heaven, where God resides
That holy, happy place,
The new Jerusalem comes down,
Adorned with shining grace.
3"The God of glory down to men
Removes his blessed abode;
Men, the dear objects of his grace,
And he, the loving God.
4"His own soft hand shall wipe the tears
From every weeping eye;
And pains and groans, and griefs and fears,
And death itself shall die."
5How long, dear Saviour, O how long
Shall this bright hour delay?
Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time,
And bring the welcome day.

302. L. M. Richards.

The Cloud and Pillar of Fire.

1Long as the darkening cloud abode,
So long did ancient Israel rest;
Nor moved they, till the guiding Lord
In brighter garments stood confest.
2Father of spirits, Light of light,
Lift up the cloud, and rend the veil;
Shine forth in fire, amid that night,
Whose blackness makes the heart to fail.
3'T is done! to Christ the power is given;
His death has rent the veil away,
Our great Forerunner entered heaven,
And oped the gate of endless day.
4Nor shall those mists that brood o'er time,
Forever blind the mental eye;
They backward roll, and light sublime
Beams glory from our God on high.
5Adoring nations hail the dawn,
All kingdoms bless the noontide beam,
And light, unfolding life's full morn,
Is vast creation's deathless theme.

303. S. M Johns.

The Kingdom of God.

1Come, kingdom of our God,
Sweet reign of light and love!
Shed peace, and hope, and joy abroad,
And wisdom from above.
2Over our spirits first
Extend thy healing reign;
There raise and quench the sacred thirst,
That never pains again.
3Come, kingdom of our God!
And make the broad earth thine,
Stretch o'er her lands and isles the rod
That flowers with grace divine.
4Soon may all tribes be blest
With fruit from life's glad tree;
And in its shade like brothers rest
Sons of one family.
5Come, kingdom of our God!
And raise thy glorious throne
In worlds by the undying trod,
Where God shall bless his own.

304. 10s. M. Ashworth.

The Kingdom of Christ.

1Pour, blessed Gospel, glorious news for man!
Thy stream of life o'er springless deserts roll:
Thy bond of peace the mighty earth can span,
And make one brotherhood from pole to pole.
2On, piercing Gospel, on! of every heart,
In every latitude, thou own'st the key:
From their dull slumbers savage souls shall start,
With all their treasures first unlocked by thee!
3Tread, kingly Gospel, through the nations tread!
With all the civil virtues in thy train:
Be all to thy blest freedom captive led;
And Christ, the true emancipator, reign!
4Spread, giant Gospel, spread thy growing wings!
Gather thy scattered ones from every land:
Call home the wanderers to the King of kings;
Proclaim them all thine own;--'t is Christ's command!

305. 7s. M. Montgomery.

Christ's Triumph.

1Hark! the song of jubilee,
Loud as mighty thunders roar,
Or the fulness of the sea,
When it breaks upon the shore;--
Hallelujah to the Lord!
God omnipotent shall reign;
Hallelujah! let the word
Echo round the earth and main.
2Hallelujah!--hark! the sound,
Heard through earth, and through the skies,
Wakes above, beneath, around,
All creation's harmonies:
See Jehovah's banner furled,
Sheathed his sword; he speaks,--'t is done!
And the kingdoms of this world
Are the kingdoms of his Son.

306. 7s. M. C. Wesley.

The Progress of the Gospel.

1See how great a flame aspires,
Kindled by a spark of grace!
Jesus' love the nations fires,
Sets the kingdoms on a blaze.
To bring fire on earth he came:
Kindled in some hearts it is:
O that all might catch the flame,
All partake the glorious bliss!
2When he first the work begun,
Small and feeble was his day:
Now the word doth swiftly run,
Now it wins its widening way:
More and more it spreads and grows,
Ever mighty to prevail;
Sin's strong-holds it now o'erthrows,
Shakes the trembling gates of hell.
3Saw ye not the cloud arise,
Little as a human hand?
Now it spreads along the skies,
Hangs o'er all the thirsty land!
Lo! the promise of a shower
Drops already from above!
Haste, O Lord, and quickly pour
All the spirit of thy love.

307. 7s. & 5s. M. A. C. Thomas.

The Reconciliation.

1Thou, whose wide extended sway
Suns and systems e'er obey!
Thou, our Guardian and our Stay,
Evermore adored:
In prospective, Lord, we see
Jew and Gentile, bond and free,
Reconciled in Christ to thee,
Holy, holy Lord.
2Thou by all shalt be confessed,
Ever blessing, ever blest,
When to thy eternal rest,
In the courts above,
Thou shall bring the sore oppressed;
Fill each joy-desiring breast;
Make of each a welcome guest,
At the feast of love.
3When destroying death shall die,
Hushed be every rising sigh,
Tears be wiped from every eye,
Never more to fall;
Then shall praises fill the sky,
And angelic hosts shall cry,
Holy, Holy Lord, Most High,
Thou art all in all!

308. 7s. M. 6l. Spirit of the Psalms.

Glory of the Church.

1On thy church, O Power Divine,
Cause thy glorious face to shine;
Till the nations from afar
Hail her as their guiding star;
Till her sons, from zone to zone,
Make thy great salvation known.
2Then shall God, with lavish hand,
Scatter blessings o'er the land;
Earth shall yield her rich increase,
Every breeze shall whisper peace,
And the world's remotest bound
With the voice of praise resound.

309. 11s. & 10s. [Peculiar.] J. G. Adams.

Christian's Song of Triumph.

1Sound the full chorus! let praises ascend
To God the Creator, our Father and Friend.
Sing, for the light of his truth is before us,
And we will give thanks, and rejoice in his name;
His banner of love in its glory waves o'er us;
That love will continue forever the same.
Sound the full chorus, &c.
2Praise to Jehovah! Give praise--let it rise
From earth, in its fulness--and swell to the skies!
Give glory and praise! For a ransomed creation
The gospel of peace in its triumph shall see;
Our God hath redeemed us--and Christ our salvation
Appears, from transgression and death to make free!
Praise to Jehovah, &c.

310. L. M. Anonymous.

Gospel Freedom Universal.

1We long to see that happy time,
That long-expected, blissful day,
When men of every name and clime
The glorious gospel shall obey.
2The word of God shall firm abide,
Though earth and hell should dare oppose;
The stone cut from the mountain's side,
To universal empire grows.
3Afric's emancipated sons
Shall shout to Asia's rapt'rous song,
Europe, with her unnumbered tongues,
And western climes the strain prolong.
4From east to west, from north to south,
Immanuel's kingdom shall extend,
And every man, in every face,
Shall meet a brother and a friend.

311. C. P. M. M. Rayner.

Reign of Christ. Isa. 35.

1The radiant dawn of gospel light,
The prophet saw in vision bright,
And hailed th' auspicious day,
When Christ should all his grace disclose
And cure the world of all its woes,
By truth's triumphant sway.
2The blind their eyes shall open wide;
To drink the light's o'erflowing tide,
The deaf sweet music hear;
The lame like bounding hart shall leap;
The dumb no longer silence keep,
But shout redemption near.
3And there shall be a holy way,
In which the simple shall not stray--
The path so plain and bright.
Wayfaring men therein shall walk,
And of their home and kindred talk,
With rapture and delight.
4No ravenous beast in quest of prey,
No lion lurking in the way,
Shall ever there be seen.
The place where dragons lay concealed,
Large crops of waving grass shall yield,
With reeds and rushes green.
5And when to Zion's peaceful home
The ransomed of the Lord shall come,
(O haste the blissful day!)
Glad strains shall every tongue employ
In songs of everlasting joy,
And sighing flee away.

312. H. M. Doddridge.

The Wilderness Transformed. Is. 41:18, 19.

1Amazing, beauteous change!
A world created new!
My thoughts with transport range,
The lovely scene to view:
In all I trace,
The work is thine;
Saviour divine,
Be thine the praise!
2See crystal fountains play
Amidst the burning sands;
The river's winding way
Shines through the thirsty lands;
New grass is seen,
Its carpet spreads
And o'er the meads
Of living green.
3Where pointed brambles grew,
Entwined with horrid thorn,
Gay flowers, forever new,
The painted fields adorn;
The blushing rose,
In union fair,
And lily there,
Their sweets disclose.
4The tyrants of the plain
Their savage chase give o'er;
No more they rend the slain.
And thirst for blood no more;
But infant hands
And lions yoke
Fierce tigers stroke,
In flowery bands.
5O, when, Almighty Lord,
Shall these glad scenes arise,
To verify thy word,
And bless our wondering eyes?
That earth may raise,
United songs
With all its tongues,
Of ardent praise.

313. 8s., 7s. & 4s. M. J. Taylor.

The Gospel Triumphant.

1Still in shades of midnight darkness
Abject sits the Pagan world;
There the banner of salvation
Ne'er hath been by time unfurled;
Nor their idols
From their blood-stained altars hurled.
2Yet the promise stands securely,
And Messiah's reign shall spread;
Not in vain his glorious conquest;
Not in vain the Saviour bled.
Chief immortal!
God's own hand hath crowned thy head.
3To this blessed dispensation
Millions yet unborn shall fly;
See the rising splendor beaming
Till it gilds the western sky.
Glorious Gospel!
Still thy triumphs multiply.

314. P. M. Pratt's Coll.

The Church exulting in the Government of Jehovah.

1Ye subjects of the Lord! proclaim
The royal honors of his name:
"Jehovah reigns!" be all our song.
'T is He, thy God, O Zion, reigns!
Prepare thy most harmonious strains
Glad hallelujahs to prolong.
2Tremble, ye pageants of a day,
Formed, like your slaves, of brittle clay!
Down to the dust your sceptres bend;
To everlasting years He reigns,
And undiminished state maintains,
When kings, and suns, and time shall end.
3So shall his favored Zion live:
In vain confed'rate nations strive
Her sacred turrets to destroy;
Her Sov'reign sits enthroned above,
And endless power and endless love
Ensure her safety and her joy.

315. C. M. Montgomery.

Restoration of Israel.

1Daughter of Zion, from the dust
Exalt thy fallen head;
Again in thy Redeemer trust:
He calls thee from the dead.
2Awake, awake; put on thy strength,
Thy beautiful array;
The day of freedom dawns at length,
The Lord's appointed day.
3Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge,
And send thy heralds forth;
Say to the south, "Give up thy charge,
And keep not back, O north!"
4They come, they come;--thine exiled bands.
Where'er they rest or roam,
Have heard thy voice in distant lands,
And hasten to their home.

316. C. M. Moore.

The Same.

1O, who shall see the glorious day,
When, throned on Zion's brow,
The Lord shall rend the veil away
That hides the nations now!
When earth no more beneath the fear
Of his rebuke shall lie,
When pain shall cease, and every tear
Be wiped from every eye!
2Then, Judah, thou no more shalt mourn
Beneath the heathen's chain;
Thy days of splendor shall return,
And all be new again.
The fount of life shall then be quaffed
In peace by all who come;
And every wind that blows, shall waft
Some long-lost wand'rer home.

317. L. M. 6l. Pratt's Coll.

Prayer for the Jews.

1Father of faithful Abraham! hear
Our earnest suit for Abraham's seed:
Justly they claim the fervent prayer
From us, adopted in their stead;
Who mercy, through their fall, obtain,
And Christ, by their rejection, gain.
2But hast thou finally forsook,
Forever cast thine own away?
Wilt thou not bid the murderers look
On Him they pierced, and weep and pray?
Yes! gracious Lord, thy word is past--
"All Israel shall be saved at last."
3Come, then, thou great Deliverer, come!
The veil from Jacob's heart remove:
Receive thine ancient people home,
That, quickened by thy dying love,
In their recovery we may find
Life from the dead for all mankind.

318. 7s. & 5s. S. F. Smith.

The Missionary Angel.

1Onward speed thy conquering flight;
Angel, onward speed;
Cast abroad thy radiant light,
Bid the shades recede;
Tread the idols in the dust,
Heathen fanes destroy,
Spread the gospel's holy trust,
Spread the gospel's joy.
2Onward speed thy conquering flight;
Angel, onward haste;
Quickly on each mountain's height
Be thy standard placed;
Let thy blissful tidings float
Far o'er vale and hill,
Till the sweetly-echoing note
Every bosom thrill.
3Onward speed thy conquering flight;
Angel, onward fly:
Long has been the reign of night;
Bring the morning nigh:
'Tis to thee the heathen lift
Their imploring wail;
Bear them Heaven's holy gift,
Ere their courage fail.
4Onward speed thy conquering flight
Angel, onward speed;
Morning bursts upon our sight--
'Tis the time decreed:
Jesus now his kingdom takes,
Thrones and empires fall,
And the joyous song awakes,
"God is all in all."

319. H. M. Doddridge.

The Glory of the Church in the Latter Day. Is. 60:1.

1O Zion, tune thy voice,
And raise thy hands on high;
Tell all the earth thy joys,
And boast salvation nigh.
Cheerful in God,
Arise and shine,
While rays divine
Stream all abroad.
2He gilds thy mourning face
With beams that cannot fade;
His all-resplendent grace
He pours around thy head.
The nations round
Thy form shall view,
With lustre new
Divinely crowned.
3In honor to his name,
Reflect that sacred light,
And loud that grace proclaim,
Which makes thy darkness bright;
Pursue his praise,
Till sovereign love
In worlds above
The glory raise.

320. 8s. & 7s. M. Urwick's Coll.

Desiring Christ's Triumph.

1O thou Sun of glorious splendor,
Shine with healing in thy wing;
Chase away these shades of darkness;
Holy light and comfort bring.
2Let the heralds of salvation
Round the world with joy proclaim,
"Death and hell are spoiled and vanquished
Through the great Immanuel's name."
3Take thy power, almighty Saviour;
Claim the nations for thine own;
Reign, thou Lord of life and glory,
Till each heart becomes thy throne.
4Then the earth, o'erspread with glory,
Decked with heavenly splendor bright
Shall be made Jehovah's dwelling--
As at first, the Lord's delight.

321. H. M. Brown.

Millennium Hymn.

1Isles of the south, awake!
The song of triumph sing;
Let mount, and hill, and vale,
With hallelujahs ring:
Shout, for the idol's overthrown,
And Israel's God is God alone.
2Wild wastes of Afric, shout!
Your shackled sons are free;
No mother wails her child
'Neath the banana-tree:
No slave-ship dashes on thy shore;
The clank of chains is heard no more.
3Shout, vales of India, shout!
No funeral fires blaze high;
No idol song rings loud,
As rolls the death-car by:
The banner of the cross now waves
Where Christian heralds made their graves.
4Shout, hills of Palestine!
Have you forgot the groan,
The spear, the thorn, the cross,
The wine-press trod alone,
The dying prayer that rose from thee,
Thou garden of Gethsemane?
5Hail, glad, millennial day!
O, shout, ye heavens above!
To-day ye nations sing
The song, redeeming love:
Redeeming love the song shall be:
Hail, blessed year of jubilee!

322. L. P. M. H. Ballou.

Kingdom of Christ.

1To Christ, the Son, the Father spake:
Lo, ask of me, and I will make
The heathen to thy sceptre bend;
The utmost parts of all the earth
Are thine inheritance by birth,
And wide thine empire shall extend.
2Now Jesus waves his sceptre high,
Unfurls his banners in the sky,
While loud the gospel trumpets sound:
His enemies with sore dismay,
Retire in haste and yield the day,
While trophies to the Lord abound.
3Before him kings and tyrants fall,
Detest their crowns, and on him call,
And he a pardon free doth give:
The world in sin was dead before;
To life the world he will restore,
And in him all the world shall live.
4O Lord, thy government shall be
Extended wide from sea to sea,
And long thy sceptre thou shalt hold;
As long as sun or moon shall shine,
Thou King of earth shalt reign divine,
The mysteries of thy grace unfold.


323. 7s. M. Milman.

Prayer for Mercy in Spiritual Need.

1Lord, have mercy when we pray
Strength to seek a better way;
When our wakening thoughts begin
First to loathe their cherished sin;
When our weary spirits fail,
And our aching brows are pale;
When our tears bedew thy word;
Then, O then, have mercy, Lord.
2Lord, have mercy when we lie
On the restless bed and sigh,--
Sigh for death, yet fear it still;
From the thought of former ill;
When the dim, advancing gloom
Tells us that our hour is come;
When is loosed the silver cord;
Then, O then, have mercy, Lord.
3Lord, have mercy, when we know
First how vain this world below:
When its darker thoughts oppress,
Doubts perplex, and fears distress;
When the earliest gleam is given
Of the bright but distant heaven;
Then thy fostering grace afford;
Then, O then, have mercy, Lord.

324. C. M. Village Hymns.

The Prodigal's Return.

1The long-lost son, with streaming eyes,
From folly just awake,
Reviews his wanderings with surprise;
His heart begins to break.
2"I starve," he cries, "nor can I bear
The famine in this land,
While servants of my Father share
The bounty of his hand.
3"With deep repentance I'll return
And seek my Father's face;
Unworthy to be called a son,
I'll ask a servant's place."
4Far off the Father saw him move,
In pensive silence mourn,
And quickly ran with arms of love,
To welcome his return.
5O, let thy boundless mercy shine
On my benighted soul,
Correct my passions, mend my heart,
And all my fears control.

325. L. M. 6l. Wesley's Coll.

Imploring Forgiveness and Renewal of Heart.

1Forgive us for thy mercy's sake;
Our multitude of sins forgive;
And for thy own possession take,
And bid us to thy glory live;
Live in thy sight and gladly prove
Our faith by our obedient love.
2The covenant of forgiveness seal,
And all thy mighty wonders show;
Our hidden enemies expel,
And conquering them to conquer go,
Till all of pride and wrath be slain,
And not one evil thought remain.
3O, put it in our inward parts
The living law of perfect love:
Write the new precept on our hearts;
We shall not then from thee remove,
Who in thy glorious image shine,
Thy people, and forever thine.

326. L. M. Beddome.

Inconstancy Lamented.

1The wandering star and fleeting wind
Are emblems of the fickle mind;
The morning cloud and early dew
Bring our inconstancy to view.
2But cloud and wind and dew and star,
Only a faint resemblance bear;
Nor can there aught in nature be
So changeable and frail as we.
3Our outward walk and inward frame
Are scarcely through an hour the same:
We vow, and straight our vows forget,
And then those very vows repeat.
4With contrite hearts, Lord, we confess
Our folly and unsteadfastness:
When shall these hearts more stable be,
Fixed by thy grace alone on thee?

327. S. M. Jervis.

God's Mercy to the Penitent.

1Sweet is the friendly voice
Which speaks of life and peace;
Which bids the penitent rejoice,
And sin and sorrow cease.
2No balm on earth like this
Can cheer the contrite heart;
No flattering dreams of earthly bliss
Such pure delight impart.
3Still merciful and kind,
Thy mercy, Lord, reveal:
The broken heart thy love can bind,
The wounded spirit heal.
4Thy presence shall restore
Peace to my anxious breast:
Lord, let my steps be drawn no more
From paths which thou hast blessed.

328. L. M. Doddridge.

Returning to God.

1Lord, we have wandered from thy way,
Like foolish sheep have gone astray,
Our pleasant pastures we have left,
And of their guard our souls bereft.
2Exposed to want, exposed to harm,
Far from our gentle Shepherd's arm;
Nor will these fatal wanderings cease,
Till thou reveal the paths of peace.
3O seek thy thoughtless servants, Lord,
Nor let us quite forget thy word;
Our erring feet do thou restore,
And keep us that we stray no more.

329. L. M. Steele.

Sense of Sin.

1Jesus demands this heart of mine,
Demands my love, my joy, my care,
But ah, how dead to things divine,
How cold my best affections are!
2'Tis sin, alas! with dreadful power,
Divides my Saviour from my sight;
O, for one happy, shining hour
Of sacred freedom, sweet delight!
3Come, gracious Lord; thy love can raise
My captive powers from sin and death,
And fill my heart and life with praise,
And tune my last, expiring breath.

330. C. M. Breviary.

The True Penitent.

1O sinner! bring not tears alone,
Or outward form of prayer:
But let it in thy heart be known
That penitence is there.
2To beat the breast, the clothes to rend,
God asketh not of thee:
Thy secret soul he bids thee bend
In true humility.
3O righteous Judge! if thou wilt deign
To grant us what we need;
We pray for time to turn again,
And grace to turn indeed.

331. L. M. Richter.

Translated by J. Wesley.

Devout Penitence.

1My soul before thee prostrate lies;
To thee, her source, my spirit flies;
My wants I mourn, my chains I see;
O let thy presence set me free.
2In life's short day, let me yet more
Of thy enlivening power implore;
My mind must deeper sink in thee,
My foot stand firm from wandering free.
3Take full possession of my heart;
The lowly mind of Christ impart;
I still will wait, O Lord, on thee,
Till, in thy light, the light I see.
4One only care my soul should know,
Father, all thy commands to do;
Oh! deep engrave it on my breast,
That I in thee alone am blest.

332. C. M. C. Wesley.

Vain Repentance.

1Times without number have I prayed,
"This only once forgive;"
Relapsing when thy hand was stayed,
And suffered me to live.
2Yet now the kingdom of thy peace,
Lord, to my heart restore;
Forgive my vain repentances,
And bid me sin no more.

333. P. M. Heber.

"There is Joy in Heaven over one Sinner that Repenteth."

1There was joy in heaven!
There was joy in heaven!
When this goodly world to frame,
The Lord of light and mercy came:
Shouts of joy were heard on high,
And the stars sang from the sky,
"Glory to God in heaven!"
2There was joy in heaven!
There was joy in heaven!
When of love the midnight beam
Dawned on the towers of Bethlehem;
And along the echoing hill
Angels sang--"On earth good will,
And glory in the heaven!"
3There is joy in heaven!
There is joy in heaven!
When the sheep that went astray
Turns again to virtue's way;
When the soul by grace subdued
Sobs its prayer of gratitude,
Then is there joy in heaven!

334. 7s. M. Merrick.

Freedom from Error, Guilt and Folly.

1Blest Instructor! from thy ways
Who can tell how oft he strays?
Save from error's growth our mind,
Leave not, Lord, one root behind.
2Purge us from the guilt that lies
Wrapt within our heart's disguise;
Let us thence, by thee renewed,
Each presumptuous sin exclude.
3Let our tongues, from error free,
Speak the words approved by thee:
To thine all-observing eyes,
Let our thoughts accepted rise.
4While we thus thy name adore,
And thy healing grace implore,
Blest Instructor! bow thine ear:
God our strength! propitious hear.

335. 6s. & 4s. M. R. Palmer.

For Divine Guidance.

1O God, thy grace impart!
Revive my fainting heart;
My zeal inspire;
Reveal thyself to me,
And may my love to thee
Pure, warm, and changeless be,--
A living fire.
2While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be thou my guide;
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow's tears away,
Nor let me ever stray
From thee aside.
3When ends life's transient dream,
When death's cold sullen stream
Shall o'er me roll,
O Father, then in love,
Fear and distress remove,
And bear me safe above,--
A ransomed soul.

336. C. P. M. Henry Moore.


1Soft are the fruitful showers that bring
The welcome promise of the spring,
And soft the vernal gale:
Sweet the wild warblings of the grove,
The voice of nature and of love,
That gladden every vale.
2But softer in the mourner's ear
Sounds the mild voice of mercy near,
That whispers sins forgiven;
And sweeter far the music swells,
When to the raptured soul she tells
Of peace and promised heaven.
3Fair are the flowers that deck the ground;
And groves and gardens blooming round,
Unnumbered charms unfold:
Bright is the sun's meridian ray,
And bright the beams of setting day,
That robe the clouds in gold.
4But far more fair the pious breast,
In richer robes of goodness dressed,
Where heaven's own graces shine;
And brighter far the prospects rise,
That burst on faith's delighted eyes,
From glories all divine.

337. L. M. Cowper.

Peace after a Storm.

1When darkness long has veiled my mind,
And smiling day once more appears,
Then, my Creator! then I find
The folly of my doubts and fears.
2Straight I upbraid my wandering heart,
And blush that I should ever be
Thus prone to act so base a part,
Or harbor one hard thought of thee.
3O! let me then at length be taught,
What I am still so slow to learn,--
That God is love, and changes not,
Nor knows the shadow of a turn.
4Sweet truth, and easy to repeat!
But when my faith is sharply tried,
I find myself a learner yet,
Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide.
5But, O my God! one look from thee
Subdues the disobedient will,
Drives doubt and discontent away,
And thy rebellious child is still.

338. L. M. Mrs. Cotterill.

For a Life devoted to God's Glory.

1O thou, who hast at thy command
The hearts of all men in thy hand!
Our wayward, erring hearts incline
To have no other will but thine.
2Our wishes, our desires, control;
Mould every purpose of the soul;
O'er all may we victorious be
That stands between ourselves and thee.
3Thrice blest will all our blessings be,
When we can look through them to thee,
When each glad heart its tribute pays
Of love, and gratitude, and praise.
4And while we to thy glory live,
May we to thee all glory give,
Until the final summons come,
That calls thy willing servants home.


339. L. M. Watts.

"Ye shall know them by their Fruits."

1So let our lips and lives express
The holy gospel we profess:
So let our works and virtues shine,
To prove the doctrine all divine.
2Thus shall we best proclaim abroad
The honors of our Saviour, God,
When the salvation reigns within.
And grace subdues the power of sin.
3Our flesh and sense must be denied,
Passion and envy, lust and pride,
While justice, temperance, truth and love,
Our inward piety approve.
4Religion bears our spirits up,
While we expect that blessed hope,
The bright appearance of the Lord,
And faith stands leaning on his word.

340. C. M. Gisborne.

The Christian's Life and his Hope.

1A soldier's course, from battles won
To new-commencing strife;
A pilgrim's, restless as the sun--
Behold the Christian's life!
2O! let us seek our heavenly home,
Revealed in sacred lore;
The land whence pilgrims never roam,
Where soldiers war no more;
3Where grief shall never wound, nor death,
Beneath the Saviour's reign;
Nor sin, with pestilential breath,
His holy realm profane;
4The land where, suns and moons unknown,
And night's alternate sway,
Jehovah's ever-burning throne
Upholds unbroken day;
5Where they who meet shall never part;
Where grace achieves its plan;
And God, uniting every heart,
Dwells face to face with man.

341. L. M. E. Taylor.

"Thou shalt love the Lord thy God."

1"Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord,
With all thy heart, and soul, and mind:"
So speaks to man that sacred word,
For counsel and reproof designed.
2"With all thy heart;" no idol thing,
Though close around the heart it twine,
Its interposing shade must fling,
To darken that pure love of thine.
3"With all thy mind;" each varied power,
Creative fancy, musings high,
And thoughts that glance behind, before,
These must religion sanctify.
4"With soul and strength;" thy days of ease,
While vigor nerves each youthful limb,
And hope and joy, and health and peace,
All must be freely brought to him.

342. C. M. Doddridge.

Walking with God.

1Thrice happy souls, who, born from heaven,
While yet they sojourn here,
Do all their days with God begin,
And spend them in his fear.
2'Midst hourly cares, may love present
Its incense to thy throne;
And while the world our hands employs,
Our hearts be thine alone.
3As sanctified to noblest ends,
Be each refreshment sought;
And by each various providence
Some wise instruction brought.
4When to laborious duties called,
Or by temptations tried,
We'll seek the shelter of thy wings,
And in thy strength confide.
5In solid, pure delights like these,
Let all our days be past;
Nor shall we then impatient wish,
Nor shall we fear, the last.

343. S. M. Heath.

Watchfulness and Prayer inculcated.

1My soul, be on thy guard;
Ten thousand foes arise;
The hosts of sin are pressing hard
To draw thee from the skies.
2O, watch, and fight, and pray;
The battle ne'er give o'er;
Renew it boldly every day,
And help divine implore.
3Ne'er think the victory won,
Nor lay thine armor down:
Thy arduous work will not be done
Till thou obtain thy crown.
4Fight on, my soul, till death
Shall bring thee to thy God;
He'll take thee, at thy parting breath,
To his divine abode.

344. L. M. Watts.

The Beatitudes.

1Blest are the humble souls that see
Their emptiness and poverty;
Treasures of grace to them are given,
And crowns of joy laid up in heaven.
2Blest are the souls that thirst for grace,
Hunger and long for righteousness;
They shall be well supplied and fed
With living streams and living bread.
3Blest are the pure, whose hearts are clean
From the defiling power of sin;
With endless pleasure they shall see
A God of spotless purity.
4Blest are the men of peaceful life,
Who quench the coals of growing strife;
They shall be called the heirs of bliss,
The sons of God, the God of peace.
5Blest are the sufferers who partake
Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake;
Their souls shall triumph in the Lord;
Glory and joy are their reward.

345. L. M. Rippon's Coll.


1Patience, O, 't is a grace divine,
Sent from the God of peace and love,
That leans upon our Father's arm,
As through the wilds of life we rove.
2By patience, we serenely bear
The troubles of our mortal state,
And wait, contented, our discharge,
Nor think our glory comes too late.
3O, for this grace to aid us on,
And arm with fortitude the breast,
Till, life's tumultuous voyage o'er,
We reach the shores of endless rest.
4Faith into vision shall resign,
Hope shall in full fruition die,
And patience in possession end,
In the bright worlds of bliss on high.

346. 7s. M. Merrick.

"Who shall abide in thy tabernacle?" Ps. 15.

1Who shall towards thy chosen seat
Turn, O Lord, his favored feet?
Who shall at thine altar bend?
Who shall Zion's hill ascend?
Who, great God, a welcome guest,
On thy holy mountain rest?
2He whose heart thy love has warmed,
He whose will, to thine conformed,
Bids his life unsullied run;
He whose word and thought are one;
Who, from sin's contagion free,
Lifts his willing soul to thee.
3He who thus, with heart unstained,
Treads the path by thee ordained,
He shall towards thy chosen seat
Turn, O Lord, his favored feet;
He thy ceaseless care shall prove,
He shall share thy constant love.

347. C. M. Tate & Brady.

The Same.

1Lord, who's the happy man, that may
To thy blest courts repair,
Not, stranger-like, to visit them,
But to inhabit there?
2'Tis he whose every thought and deed
By rules of virtue moves;
Whose generous tongue disdains to speak
The thing his heart disproves;
3Who never did a slander forge,
His neighbor's fame to wound;
Nor hearken to a false report,
By malice whispered round;
4Who to his plighted vows and trust
Has ever firmly stood;
And though he promise to his loss,
He makes his promise good.
5The man who by this steady course
Has happiness ensured,
When earth's foundations shake, shall stand
By Providence secured.

348. S. M. Anonymous.

"Blessed are the Meek."

1"Blest are the meek," he said,
Whose doctrine is divine;
The humble-minded earth possess,
And bright in heaven will shine.
2While here on earth they stay,
Calm peace with them shall dwell,
And cheerful hope and heavenly joy
Beyond what tongue can tell.
3The God of peace is theirs;
They own his gracious sway;
And yielding all their wills to him,
His sovereign laws obey.
4O gracious Father, grant,
That we this influence feel,
That all we hope, or wish, may be
Subjected to thy will.

349. L. M. Scott.

The Blessing of Meekness.

1Happy the meek, whose gentle breast,
Clear as the summer's evening ray,
Calm as the regions of the blest,
Enjoys on earth celestial day.
2His heart no broken friendships sting,
No storms his peaceful tent invade;
He rests beneath th' Almighty wing,
Hostile to none, of none afraid.
3Spirit of grace, all meek and mild,
Inspire our breasts, our souls possess;
Repel each passion rude and wild,
And bless us as we aim to bless.

350. C. M. M. W. Hale.

The Pure Heart.

1Whatever dims thy sense of truth,
Or stains thy purity,
Though light as breath of summer air
Count it as sin to thee.
2Preserve the tablet of thy thoughts
From every blemish free,
While the Redeemer's lowly faith
Its temple makes with thee.
3And pray of God, that grace be given
To tread time's narrow way:--
How dark soever it may be,
It leads to cloudless day.

351. S. M. Keble.

"Blessed are the Pure in Heart."

1Blest are the pure in heart
For they shall see our God;
The secret of the Lord is theirs,
Their soul is Christ's abode.
2Still to the lowly soul
He doth himself impart,
And for his temple and his throne
Chooseth the pure in heart.

352. C. M. Watts.


1O, 't is a lovely thing to see
A man of prudent heart,
Whose thoughts and lips and life agree
To act a useful part.
2When envy, strife, and wars begin,
In fierce, contentious souls,
Mark how the sons of peace come in,
And quench the kindling coals.
3Their minds are humble, mild, and meek,
Nor let their anger rise;
Nor passion moves their lips to speak,
Nor pride exalts their eyes.
4Their lives are prudence mixed with love;
Good works employ their day;
They join the serpent with the dove,
But cast the sting away.

353. L. M. 6l. Montgomery.


1The bird that soars on highest wing
Builds on the ground her lowly nest;
And she that doth most sweetly sing
Sings in the shade when all things rest:--
In lark and nightingale we see
What honor hath humility.
2When Mary chose the better part,
She meekly sat at Jesus' feet;
And Lydia's gently opened heart
Was made for God's own temple meet:--
Fairest and best adorned is she
Whose clothing is humility.
3The saint that wears heaven's brightest crown
In deepest adoration bends;
The weight of glory bows him down
Then most when most his soul ascends:--
Nearest the throne itself must be
The footstool of humility.

354. C. M. Watts.

Humility and Submission.

1Is there ambition in my heart?
Search, gracious God, and see;
Or do I act a haughty part?
Lord, I appeal to thee.
2I charge my thoughts, be humble still,
And all my carriage mild;
Content, my Father, with thy will
And quiet as a child.
3The patient soul, the lowly mind,
Shall have a large reward:
Let saints in sorrow lie resigned,
And trust a faithful Lord.

355. L. M. Watts.

Love to God and our Neighbor.

1Thus saith the first, the great command,
"Let all thy inward powers unite
To love thy Maker and thy God
With utmost vigor and delight.
2"Then shall thy neighbor next in place
Share thine affections and esteem;
And let thy kindness to thyself
Measure and rule thy love to him."
3This is the sense that Moses spoke;
This did the prophets preach and prove,
For want of this the law is broke,
And the whole law's fulfilled by love.
4But, O, how base our passions are!
How cold our charity and zeal!
Lord, fill our souls with heavenly fire,
Or we shall ne'er perform thy will.

356. S. M. L. H. Sigourney.

Active Piety.

1Servants of Christ, arise,
And gird you for the toil;
The dew of promise from the skies
Already cheers the soil.
2Go where the sick recline,
Where mourning hearts deplore;
And where the sons of sorrow pine,
Dispense your hallowed lore.
3Urge, with a tender zeal,
The erring child along,
Where peaceful congregations kneel,
And pious teachers throng.
4Be faith, which looks above,
With prayer, your constant guest,
And wrap the Saviour's changeless love
A mantle round your breast.
5So shall you share the wealth,
That earth may ne'er despoil,
And the blest gospel's saving health
Repay your arduous toil.

357. L. M. Steele.

Example of the Saviour.

1And is the gospel peace and love?
So let our conversation be;
The serpent blended with the dove,
Wisdom and meek simplicity.
2Whene'er the angry passions rise,
And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife,
On Jesus let us fix our eyes,
Bright pattern of the Christian life!
3O, how benevolent and kind!
How mild! how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind,
And his the rules by which we live.
4Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labors of his life were love;
If, then, we love our Saviour's name
Thus let us our relation prove.

358. S. M. Doddridge.

"Again, I say--Watch!"

1Ye servants of the Lord,
Each in his office wait,
Observant of his heavenly word,
And watchful at his gate.
2Let all your lamps be bright,
And trim the golden flame;
Gird up your loins, as in his sight,
For awful is his name.
3Watch,--'tis your Lord's command;
And while we speak, he's near;
Mark the first signal of his hand,
And ready all appear.
4O, happy servant he,
In such a posture found!
He shall his Lord with rapture see
And be with honor crowned.

359. S. M. Bulfinch.

The Use of Present Opportunities.

1Children of light, awake,
At Jesus' call arise,
Forth with your leader to partake
His toils, his victories.
2Ye must not idly stand,
His sacred voice who hear;
Arm for the strife the feeble hand,
The holy standard rear.
3Nought doth the world afford,
But toil must be the price;
Wilt thou not, servant of the Lord,
Then toil for paradise?
4Awake, ye sons of light,
Strive till the prize be won;
Far spent already is the night;
The day comes brightening on.

360. C. M. H. K. White.

The Christian's Contest, Rest, and Hope.

1Through sorrow's night and danger's way
Amid the deepening gloom,
The soldiers of an injured King
Are marching to the tomb.
2Their service done, securely laid
In this their last retreat,
Unheeded o'er their silent dust
The storms of life shall beat.
3Yet not thus lifeless in the grave
The vital spark shall lie;
O'er nature's ruins it shall rise,
To reach its kindred sky.
4Then heaven's soft dew o'er every eye
Shall shed its mildest rays;
And the long silent dust shall wake
In strains of endless praise.

361. C. M. Anonymous.

The whole Armor.

1O, speed thee, Christian, on thy way,
And to thy armor cling;
With girded loins the call obey
That grace and mercy bring.
2There is a battle to be fought,
An upward race to run,
A crown of glory to be sought,
A victory to be won.
3O, faint not, Christian, for thy sighs
Are heard before His throne;
The race must come before the prize,
The cross before the crown.

362. L. M. Montgomery.

The Christian Warrior.

1The Christian warrior, see him stand
In the whole armor of his God;
The spirit's sword is in his hand;
His feet are with the gospel shod.
2In panoply of truth complete,
Salvation's helmet on his head,
With righteousness, a breastplate meet,
And faith's broad shield before him spread.
3With this omnipotence he moves;
From this the alien armies flee;
Till more than conqueror he proves,
Through Christ, who gives him victory.
4Thus strong in his Redeemer's strength,
Sin, death and hell he tramples down,--
Fights the good fight; and takes at length,
Through mercy, an immortal crown.

363. L. M. G. Rogers.


1Religion! in its blessed ray
All thought of hopeless sorrow flies,
Despair and anguish melt away
Where'er its healing beams arise.
How dark our sinful world would be--
A flowerless desert, dry and drear!
Did not this light, O God, from thee
Its gloom dispel, its aspect cheer.
2Oh! by it many a heart is soothed,
Which else would be with sorrow crushed,
And many a dying pillow smoothed,
And sob of parting anguish hushed.
Across the troubled sky of time
It doth the bow of promise bend,
A symbol of that cloudless clime
That waits the soul when time shall end.
3Religion! may its holy light
Our footsteps guide to paths of peace!
Our solace in deep sorrow's night,
Our stay as mortal powers decrease.
With this our guide, we care not when
Death's signal to depart is given;
Its word shall bring our spirits then
The calm and holy peace of heaven.

364. L. M. Watts.

The Humble and Pure Accepted.

1Thus saith the high and lofty One:
"I sit upon my holy throne;
My name is God, I dwell on high,
Dwell in my own eternity.
2"But I descend to worlds below;
On earth I have a mansion too;
The humble spirit, and contrite,
Is an abode of my delight.
3"The humble soul my words revive;
I bid the mourning sinner live;
Heal all the broken hearts I find,
And ease the sorrows of the mind.
4"The soul that seeks me shall obtain
Immortal wealth and heavenly gain;
Eternal life is his reward,
Life, and the favor of the Lord."

365. 7s. M. Methodist Coll.

A Call to Prayer.

1They who seek the throne of grace
Find that throne in every place;
If we love a life of prayer,
God is present everywhere.
2In our sickness, in our health;
In our want or in our wealth,
If we look to God in prayer,
God is present everywhere.
3When our earthly comforts fail,
When the woes of life prevail,
'Tis the time for earnest prayer,
God is present everywhere.
4Then, my soul, in every strait,
To thy Father, come and wait;
He will answer every prayer,
God is present everywhere.

366. C. M. Anonymous.

Secret Prayer.

1Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream
In earnest pleading flows!
Devotion dwells upon the theme,
And warm and warmer glows.
2Faith grasps the blessing she desires;
Hope points the upward gaze;
And Love, celestial Love, inspires
The eloquence of praise.
3But sweeter far the still, small voice,
Unheard by human ear,
When God has made the heart rejoice,
And dried the bitter tear.
4No accents flow, no words ascend;
All utterance faileth there;
But Christian spirits comprehend,
And God accepts the prayer.

367. L. M. Mrs. Barbauld.

The Warfare of the Soul.

1Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes!
See where thy foes against thee rise,
In long array a numerous host;
Awake, my soul! or thou art lost.
2See where rebellious passions rage,
And fierce desires and lusts engage;
The meanest foe of all the train
Has thousands and ten thousands slain.
3Come then, my soul! now learn to wield
The weight of thine immortal shield;
Put on the armor from above,
Of heavenly truth and heavenly love.
4The terror and the charm repel,
And powers of earth and powers of hell,
The man of Calvary triumphed here;--
Why should his faithful followers fear?

368. C. M. Doddridge.

The Christian Race.

1Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
2A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
3'T is God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
'T is his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye;--
4That prize with peerless glories bright,
Which shall new lustre boast,
When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems
Shall blend in common dust.

369. C. M. Watts.

Christian Courage and Self-denial.

1Am I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?
2Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?
3Sure I must fight, if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord!
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.
4Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they're slain:
They see the triumph from afar,
And soon with Christ shall reign.
5When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thy armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.

370. L. M. Watts.

The Christian Race.

1Awake, our souls, away, our fears;
Let every trembling thought be gone;
Awake and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.
2True 'tis a strait and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
That feeds the strength of every saint.
3From thee, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply,
While such as trust their native strength,
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.
4Swift as an eagle cuts the air,
We'll mount aloft to thine abode;
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amidst the heavenly road.

371. C. M. Montgomery.

What is Prayer?

1Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,
Uttered or unexpressed,
The motion of a hidden fire,
That trembles in the breast.
2Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear,
The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.
3Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try,
Prayer the sublimest strains that reach
The Majesty on high.
4Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,
The Christian's native air,
The watchword at the gates of death;
He enters heaven with prayer.
5Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,
Returning from his ways;
While angels in their songs rejoice,
And cry "Behold, he prays!"

372. 7s. M. Mrs. Hemans.

"I will that men pray everywhere."

1Child, amidst the flowers at play,
While the red light fades away;
Mother, with thine earnest eye
Ever following silently;
Father, by the breeze of eve
Called thy daily work to leave;
Pray! ere yet the dark hours be,
Lift the heart and bend the knee!
2Traveller, in the stranger's land,
Far from thine own household band;
Mourner, haunted by the tone
Of a voice from this world gone;
Captive, in whose narrow cell
Sunshine hath not leave to dwell;
Sailor, on the darkening sea--
Lift the heart and bend the knee!

373. 7s. & 6s. M. Edin. Lit. Review.

Pray without ceasing.

1Go when the morning shineth,
Go when the noon is bright,
Go when the eve declineth,
Go in the hush of night;
Go with pure mind and feeling,
Cast earthly thought away,
And, in thy closet kneeling,
Do thou in secret pray.
2Remember all who love thee,
All who are loved by thee;
Pray, too, for those who hate thee,
If any such there be;
Then for thyself, in meekness,
A blessing humbly claim,
And blend with each petition
Thy great Redeemer's name.
3Or, if 'tis e'er denied thee
In solitude to pray,
Should holy thoughts come o'er thee
When friends are round thy way,
E'en then the silent breathing,
Thy spirit raised above,
Will reach his throne of glory,
Where dwells eternal love.
4O, not a joy or blessing
With this can we compare,--
The grace our Father gave us
To pour our souls in prayer:
Whene'er thou pin'st in sadness,
Before his footstool fall;
Remember, in thy gladness,
His love who gave thee all.

374. L. M. Watts.

"We walk by faith, not by sight."

1'T is by the faith of joys to come
We walk through deserts dark as night;
Till we arrive at heaven, our home,
Faith is our guide, and faith our light.
2The want of sight she well supplies;
She makes the pearly gates appear;
Far into distant worlds she flies,
And brings eternal glories near.
3Cheerful we tread the desert through,
While faith inspires a heavenly ray;
Though lions roar and tempests blow,
And rocks and dangers fill the way.
4So Abraham, by divine command,
Left his own house to walk with God;
His faith beheld the promised land,
And fired his zeal along the road.

375. C. M. Salisbury Coll.

The Power of Faith.

1Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss,
And saves us from its snares;
Its aid in every duty brings,
And softens all our cares.
2The wounded conscience knows its power
The healing balm to give;
That balm the saddest heart can cheer,
And make the dying live.
3Wide it unveils celestial worlds,
Where deathless pleasures reign,
And bids us seek our portion there,
Nor bids us seek in vain.
4On that bright prospect may we rest,
Till this frail body dies;
And then, on faith's triumphant wings,
To endless glory rise.

376. S. H. M. Christian Watchman.

Excellence of Faith.

1Faith is the Christian's prop
Whereon his sorrows lean;
It is the substance of his hope,
His proof of things unseen;
It is the anchor of his soul
When tempests rage and billows roll.
2Faith is the polar star
That guides the Christian's way,
Directs his wanderings from afar
To realms of endless day;
It points the course where'er he roam,
And safely leads the pilgrim home.
3Faith is the rainbow's form,
Hung on the brow of heaven,
The glory of the passing storm,
The pledge of mercy given;
It is the bright, triumphal arch,
Through which the saints to glory march.

377. C. M. Bath Coll.

Prayer for Strong Faith.

1O, for a faith that will not shrink
Though pressed by every foe,
That will not tremble on the brink
Of any earthly woe!--
2That will not murmur nor complain
Beneath the chastening rod,
But, in the hour of grief or pain,
Will lean upon its God;--
3A faith that shines more bright and clear
When tempests rage without;
That when in danger knows no fear,
In darkness feels no doubt;--
4Lord, give us such a faith as this,
And then, whate'er may come,
We'll taste, e'en here, the hallowed bliss
Of an eternal home.

378. C. M. Sidney.


1Borne o'er the ocean's stormy wave,
The beacon's light appears,
When yawns the seaman's watery grave,
And his lone bosom cheers.
2Then, should the raging ocean foam,
His heart shall dauntless prove,
To reach, secure, his cherished home,
The haven of his love.
3So, when the soul is wrapt in gloom,
To worldly grief a prey,
Thy beams, blest Hope, beyond the tomb,
Illume the pilgrim's way.
4They point to that serene abode
Where holy faith shall rest,
Protected by the sufferer's God,
And be forever blest.

379. 7s. M. Cennick.

The Christian rejoicing in Hope.

1Children of the Heavenly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
2Ye are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.
3Shout, ye little flock, and blest;
You on Jesus' throne shall rest;
There your seat is now prepared,
There your kingdom and reward.
4Lord, submissive make us go,
Ready, leaving all below;
Only thou our Leader be,
And we still will follow thee.

380. C. M. H. H. Hawley.

The Hope, the Star, the Voice.

1There is a hope, a blesséd hope,
More precious and more bright
Than all the joyless mockery
The world esteems delight.
2There is a star, a lovely star,
That lights the darkest gloom,
And sheds a peaceful radiance o'er
The prospects of the tomb.
3There is a voice, a cheering voice,
That lifts the soul above,
Dispels the painful, anxious doubt,
And whispers, "God is love."
4That voice, aloud from Calvary's height,
Proclaims the soul forgiven;
That star is revelation's light;
That hope, the hope of heaven.

381. C. M. Drennan.

Law of Love.

1All nature feels attractive power,
A strong, embracing force;
The drops that sparkle in the shower,
The planets in their course.
2Thus, in the universe of mind,
Is felt the law of love;
The charity both strong and kind,
For all that live and move.
3In this fine sympathetic chain
All creatures bear a part;
Their every pleasure, every pain,
Linked to the feeling heart.
4More perfect bond, the Christian plan
Attaches soul to soul;
Our neighbor is the suffering man,
Though at the farthest pole.
5To earth below, from heaven above,
The faith in Christ professed,
More clearly shows that God is love,
And whom he loves is blessed.

382. C. M. Doddridge.

The Same.

1O, may our sympathizing breasts
The generous pleasure know,
Kindly to share in others' joy,
And weep for others' woe!
2Where'er the helpless sons of grief
In low distress are laid,
Soft be our hearts their pains to feel,
And swift our hands to aid.
3O, be the law of love fulfilled
In every act and thought,
Each angry passion far removed,
Each selfish view forgot!
4Be thou, my heart, dilated wide
With this kind, social grace,
And, in one grasp of fervent love,
All earth and heaven embrace.

383. C. M. Watts.

Love to God.

1Happy the heart where graces reign,
Where love inspires the breast:
Love is the brightest of the train,
And strengthens all the rest.
2Knowledge--alas! 'tis all in vain,
And all in vain our fear;
Our stubborn sins will fight and reign,
If love be absent there.
3This is the grace that lives and sings,
When faith and hope shall cease;
'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings
In realms of endless peace.
4Before we quite forsake our clay,
Or leave this dark abode,
The wings of love bear us away
To see our gracious God.

384. L. M. Browne.

Love to all Mankind.

1O God, my Father, and my King,
Of all I have, or hope, the spring!
Send down thy spirit from above,
And fill my heart with heavenly love.
2May I from every act abstain,
That hurts or gives another pain:
And bear a sympathizing part,
Whene'er I meet a wounded heart.
3And let my neighbor's prosperous state
A mutual joy in me create;
His virtuous triumph let me join;
His peace and happiness be mine.
4And though my neighbor's hate I prove,
Still let me vanquish hate with love;
And every secret wish suppress,
That would abridge his happiness.
5Let love through all my conduct shine,
An image fair, though faint, of thine!
Thus let me his disciple prove,
Who came to manifest thy love.

385. C. M. Roscoe.

The Two Commandments.

1This is the first and great command--
To love thy God above;
And this the second--as thyself
Thy neighbor thou shalt love.
2Who is my neighbor? He who wants
The help which thou canst give;
And both the law and prophets say,
This do, and thou shalt live.

386. C. M. Watts.

Christ's Love to Enemies our Example.

1God of our mercy and our praise,
Thy glory is our song;
We'll speak the honors of thy grace
With a rejoicing tongue.
2When Christ among the sons of men
In humble form was found,
With cruel slanders, false and vain,
They compassed him around.
3Their miseries his compassion moved,
Their peace he still pursued;
They rendered hatred for his love,
And evil for his good.
4Their malice raged without a cause;
Yet, with his dying breath,
He prayed for murderers on his cross,
And blest his foes in death.
5O, may his conduct, all divine,
To us a model prove:
Like his, O God, our hearts incline
Our enemies to love.

387. C. M. Christian Psalmist.

Faith, Hope and Charity.

1Faith, hope, and love, now dwell on earth,
And earth by them is blest;
But faith and hope must yield to love,
Of all the graces best.
2Hope shall to full fruition rise,
And faith be sight above;
These are the means, but this the end,
For saints forever love.

388. L. M. Montgomery.

The Christian Graces.

1Faith, hope, and charity, these three,
Yet is the greatest charity;
Father of lights, these gifts impart
To mine and every human heart.
2Faith, that in prayer can never fail,
Hope, that o'er doubting must prevail,
And charity, whose name above
Is God's own name, for God is love.
3The morning star is lost in light,
Faith vanishes at perfect sight,
The rainbow passes with the storm
And hope with sorrow's fading form.
4But charity, serene, sublime,
Beyond the reach of death and time,
Like the blue sky's all-bounding space,
Holds heaven and earth in its embrace.

389. C. M. Watts.

A Living and a Dead Faith.

1Mistaken souls! that dream of heaven,
And make their empty boast
Of inward joys, and sins forgiven,
While they are slaves to lust.
2Vain are our fancies, airy flights,
If faith be cold and dead;
None but a living power unites
To Christ the living head.
3'T is faith that purifies the heart;
'T is faith that works by love;
That bids all sinful joys depart,
And lifts the thoughts above.
4This faith shall every fear control
By its celestial power,
With holy triumph fill the soul
In death's approaching hour.

390. L. M. Scott.

"Two men went up into the temple to pray."

1The uplifted eye, and bended knee,
Are but vain homage, Lord, to thee;
In vain our lips thy praise prolong,
The heart a stranger to the song.
2The pure, the humble, contrite mind,
Sincere, and to thy will resigned,
To thee a nobler offering yields,
Than Sheba's groves, or Sharon's fields.
3Love God and man--this great command,
Doth on eternal pillars stand;
This did thine ancient prophets teach,
And this thy Well-Belovéd preach.

391. H. M. Montgomery.

Brotherly Love. Ps. 133.

1How beautiful the sight
Of brethren who agree
In friendship to unite,
And bonds of charity!
'T is like the precious ointment shed
O'er all his robes from Aaron's head.
2'Tis like the dews that fill
The cups of Hermon's flowers;
Or Zion's fruitful hill,
Bright with the drops of showers;
When mingling odors breathe around,
And glory rests on all the ground.
3For there the Lord commands
Blessings, a boundless store,
From his unsparing hands,
Yea, life for evermore.
Thrice happy they who meet above
To spend eternity in love!

392. 7s. M. C. Wesley.

The Harmony of Love.

1Lord! subdue our selfish will;
Each to each our tempers suit,
By thy modulating skill,
Heart to heart, as lute to lute.
2Sweetly on our spirits move;
Gently touch the trembling strings:
Make the harmony of love,
Music for the King of kings!

393. S. M. Watts.

The Bond of Peace.

1Blest are the sons of peace,
Whose hearts and hopes are one;
Whose kind designs to serve and please
Through all their actions run.
2Blest is the pious house
Where zeal and friendship meet;
Their songs of praise, their mingled vows,
Make their communion sweet.
3Thus on the heavenly hills
The saints are blest above,
Where joy like morning dew distils,
And all the air is love.

394. C. M. Montgomery.

"The unity of the spirit in the bond of peace."

1The glorious universe around,
The heavens with all their train,
Sun, moon, and stars, are firmly bound
In one mysterious chain.
2The earth, the ocean, and the sky,
To form one world agree,
Where all that walk, or swim, or fly,
Compose one family.
3In one fraternal bond of love,
One fellowship of mind,
The saints below and saints above
Their bliss and glory find.
4Here in their house of pilgrimage,
Thy statutes are their song;
There, through one bright, eternal age,
Thy praises they prolong.

395. C. M. C. Wesley.

The Church on Earth and in Heaven, One.

1The saints on earth and those above
But one communion make:
Joined to their Lord in bonds of love,
All of his grace partake.
2One family, we dwell in him;
One church above, beneath;
Though now divided by the stream,
The swelling stream of death.
3One army of the living God,--
To his command we bow;
Part of the host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now.
4O God, be thou our constant guide!
And when the word is given,
Sustain us o'er the fearful tide,
And bring us safe to heaven.

396. S. M. Beddome.

Christian Unity.

1Let party names no more
The Christian world o'erspread;
Gentile and Jew, and bond and free,
Are one in Christ their head.
2Among the saints on earth
Let mutual love be found;
Heirs of the same inheritance,
With mutual blessings crowned.
3Let envy and ill-will
Be banished far away;
Those should in holy friendship dwell,
Who the same Lord obey.
4Thus will the church below
Resemble that above;
Where streams of pleasure always flow,
And every heart is love.

397. L. M. Barbauld.

Christian Friendship.

1How blest the sacred tie that binds
In union sweet according minds!
How swift the heavenly course they run,
Whose hearts, and faith, and hopes are one!
2To each the soul of each how dear!
What jealous love, what holy fear!
How doth the generous flame within
Refine from earth, and cleanse from sin!
3Their streaming eyes together flow
For human guilt and mortal woe;
Their ardent prayers together rise
Like mingling flames in sacrifice.
4Together shall they seek the place
Where God reveals his awful face:
How high, how strong, their raptures swell
There's none but kindred souls can tell.

398. L. M. Anonymous.

Charitable Judgment.

1Omniscient God, 'tis thine to know
The springs whence wrong opinions flow;
To judge from principles within,
When frailty errs, and when we sin.
2Who with another's eye can read,
Or worship by another's creed?
Revering thy command alone,
We humbly seek and use our own.
3If wrong, forgive; accept, if right,
Whilst faithful, we obey our light,
And judging none, are zealous still
To follow, as to learn, thy will.
4When shall our happy eyes behold
Thy people, fashioned in thy mould?
And charity our kindred prove
Derived from thee, O God of love?

399. L. M. Watts.

The Same.

1Not different food, nor different dress,
Compose the kingdom of our Lord;
But peace, and joy, and righteousness,
Faith, and obedience to his word.
2When weaker Christians we despise,
We do the gospel mighty wrong;
For God, the gracious and the wise,
Receives the feeble with the strong.
3Let pride and wrath be banished hence,
Meekness and love our souls pursue,
Nor shall our practice give offence
To saints, the Gentile or the Jew.

400. S. M. Scott.

Private Judgment and Accountability.

1Imposture shrinks from light,
And dreads the curious eye;
But sacred truths the test invite,
They bid us search and try.
2With understanding blest,
Created to be free,
Our faith on man we dare not rest,
Subject to none but thee.
3Lord, give the light we need;
With soundest knowledge fill;
From noxious error guard our creed,
From prejudice our will.
4The truth thou shalt impart,
May we with firmness own;
Abhorring each evasive art,
And fearing thee alone.

401. C. M. Newton.

True Zeal.

1Zeal is that pure and heavenly flame
The fire of love supplies;
Whilst that which often bears the name,
Is self but in disguise.
2True zeal is merciful and mild,
Can pity and forbear;
The false is headstrong, fierce and wild,
And breathes revenge and war.
3While zeal for truth the Christian warms,
He knows the worth of peace;
But self contends for names and forms,
Its party to increase.
4Zeal has attained its highest aim,
Its end is satisfied,
If sinners love the Saviour's name,--
Nor seeks it aught beside.
5This idol self, O Lord, dethrone,
And from our hearts remove;
And let no zeal by us be shown
But that which springs from love.

402. C. M. Needham.


1Happy the man whose cautious steps
Still keep the golden mean;
Whose life by wisdom's rules well formed,
Declares a conscience clean.
2To sect or party his large soul
Disdains to be confined;
The good he loves of every name,
And prays for all mankind.
3His business is to keep his heart;
Each passion to control;
Nobly ambitious well to rule
The empire of his soul.
4Not on the world his heart is set,
His treasure is above;
Nothing beneath the sovereign good
Can claim his highest love.

403. L. M. Sir H. Wotton.

The Independent and Happy Man.

1How happy is he born or taught,
Who serveth not another's will;
Whose armor is his honest thought,
And simple truth his highest skill;
2Whose passions not his masters are;
Whose soul is still prepared for death;
Not tied unto the world with care
Of prince's ear or vulgar breath;
3Who God doth late and early pray
More of his grace than goods to lend,
And walks with man from day to day,
As with a brother and a friend.
4This man is freed from servile bands
Of hope to rise, or fear to fall;
Lord of himself, though not of lands,
And having nothing, yet hath all.

404. C. M. Logan.


1O happy is the man, who hears
Instruction's warning voice;
And who celestial wisdom makes
His early, only choice.
2Her treasures are of more esteem
Than east or west unfold;
And her rewards more precious are
Than all their mines of gold.
3In her right hand she holds to view
A length of happy days;
Riches with splendid honors joined,
Her left hand full displays.
4She guides the young with innocence
In pleasure's path to tread;
A crown of glory she bestows
Upon the hoary head.
5According as her labors rise,
So her rewards increase;
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths are peace.

405. C. M. Campbell's Coll.

"They shall walk and not faint."

1Mere human power shall fast decay,
And youthful vigor cease;
But they who wait upon the Lord
In strength shall still increase.
2They with unwearied feet shall tread
The path of life divine,
With growing ardor onward move,
With growing brightness shine.
3On eagles' wings they mount, they soar;
Their wings are faith and love;
Till, past the cloudy regions here,
They rise to heaven above.

406. C. M. Watts.

Hidden Life of the Christian.

1O happy soul that lives on high,
While men lie grovelling here!
His hopes are fixed above the sky,
And faith forbids his fear.
2His conscience knows no secret stings,
While grace and joy combine
To form a life whose holy springs
Are hidden and divine.
3He waits in secret on his God;
His God in secret sees;
Let earth be all in arms abroad,
He dwells in heavenly peace.
4His pleasures rise from things unseen,
Beyond this world and time;
Where neither eyes nor ears have been,
Nor thoughts of mortals climb.
5He wants no pomp nor royal throne
To raise his honors here;
Content and pleased to live unknown,
Till Christ, his life, appear.

407. 8s. M. C. Wesley.

"That they also may be one in us."

1Lord, from whom all blessings flow,
Perfecting the church below!
Steadfast may we cleave to thee;
Love the mystic union be.
Join our faithful spirits, join
Each to each, and all to thine:
Lead us through the paths of peace,
On to perfect holiness.
2Sweetly may we all agree,
Touched with softest sympathy:
There is neither bond nor free,
Great nor servile, Lord, in thee;
Love, like death, hath all destroyed
Rendered all distinctions void!
Names, and sects, and parties fall:
Thou, O Christ, art all in all!

408. S. M. Steele.

Religion a Support in Life.

1Religion can assuage
The tempest of the soul;
And every fear shall lose its rage
At her divine control.
2Through life's bewildered way,
Her hand unerring leads;
And o'er the path her heavenly ray
A cheering lustre sheds.
3When reason, tired and blind,
Sinks helpless and afraid,
Thou blest supporter of the mind,
How powerful is thine aid!
4O, let us feel thy power,
And find thy sweet relief,
To brighten every gloomy hour
And soften every grief.

409. C. M. Tate & Brady.

The Righteous and the Wicked.

1How blest is he, who ne'er consents
By ill advice to walk;
Nor stands in sinners' ways, nor sits
Where men profanely talk:
2But makes the perfect law of God
His business and delight;
Devoutly reads therein by day,
And meditates by night.
3Like some fair tree, which, fed by streams,
With timely fruit does bend,
He still shall flourish, and success
All his designs attend.
4Ungodly men, and their attempts,
No lasting root shall find;
Untimely blasted, and dispersed
Like chaff before the wind.

410. C. M. Exeter Coll.

The Influence of Habitual Piety.

1Blest is the man who fears the Lord!
His well established mind,
In every varying scene of life,
Shall true composure find.
2Oft through the deep and stormy sea
The heavenly footsteps lie;
But on a glorious world beyond
His faith can fix its eye.
3Though dark his present prospects be,
And sorrows round him dwell,
Yet hope can whisper to his soul,
That all shall issue well.
4Full in the presence of his God,
Through every scene he goes;
And, fearing him, no other fear
His steadfast bosom knows.

411. C. M. Proud.

The Happiness of a Christian.

1When true religion gains a place,
And lives within the mind,
The sensual life subdued by grace,
And all the soul refined:
2The desert blooms in living green,
Where thorns and briers grew;
The barren waste is fruitful seen,
And all the prospect new.
3O happy Christian, richly blessed!
What floods of pleasure roll!
By God and man he stands confessed,
In dignity of soul.
4Substantial, pure, his every joy:
His Maker is his friend;
The noblest business his employ,
And happiness his end.

412. 7s. & 8s. M. Bowring.

"He that walketh uprightly, walketh surely."

1He who walks in virtue's way,
Firm and fearless, walketh surely;
Diligent, while yet 'tis day,
On he speeds, and speeds securely.
2Flowers of peace beneath him grow,
Suns of pleasure brighten o'er him;
Memory's joys behind him go,
Hope's sweet angels fly before him.
3Thus he moves from stage to stage,
Smiles of earth and heaven attending;
Softly sinking down in age,
And at last to death descending.
4Cradled in its quiet deep,
Calm as summer's loveliest even,
He shall sleep the hallowed sleep;
Sleep that is o'erwatched by Heaven.

413. C. M. Burns.

The Happiness of the Righteous.

1The man, in life wherever placed,
Hath happiness in store,
Who walks not in the wicked's way,
Nor learns their guilty lore:
2Nor from the seat of scornful pride
Casts forth his eyes abroad,
But with humility and awe,
Still walks before his God.
3That man shall flourish like the trees
Which by the streamlets grow;
The fruitful top is spread on high,
And firm the root below.
4But he whose blossom buds in guilt
Shall to the ground be cast,
And, like the rootless stubble, tossed
Before the sweeping blast.

414. L. M. Keble.

"Not that thou wouldst take them out of the world, but keep them from its evil."

1Sweet is the bliss of souls serene,
When they have sworn and steadfast mean,
Counting the cost, in all t' espy
Their God, in all themselves deny.
2O could we learn that sacrifice,
What lights would all around us rise!
How would our hearts with wisdom talk,
Along life's dullest, dreariest walk!
3We need not bid, for cloistered cell,
Our neighbor and our work farewell,
Nor strive to wind ourselves too high
For sinful man beneath the sky:
4The trivial round, the common task,
Would furnish all we ought to ask;
Room to deny ourselves; a road
To bring us, daily, nearer God.

415. 7s. & 6s. M. Cowper.

Joy and Peace in Believing.

1Sometimes a light surprises
The Christian while he sings:
It is the Lord, who rises
With healing in his wings:
When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul again
A season of clear shining,
To cheer it after rain.
2In holy contemplation,
We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God's salvation,
And find it ever new:
Set free from present sorrow,
We cheerfully can say,
"E'en let the unknown morrow
Bring with it what it may."
3It can bring with it nothing,
But he will bear us through:
Who gives the lilies clothing,
Will clothe his people too:
Beneath the spreading heavens,
No creature but is fed;
And he who feeds the ravens,
Will give his children bread.
4Though vine, nor fig tree neither,
Its wonted fruit should bear;
Though all the field should wither,
Nor flocks, nor herds be there:
Yet God the same abiding,
His praise shall tune my voice;
For while in him confiding,
I cannot but rejoice.

416. S. M. Anonymous.

For a Right Spirit.

1I want a sober mind,
A self-renouncing will,
That tramples down and casts behind
The baits of pleasing ill;
A soul inured to pain,
To hardship, grief and loss,
Bold to take up, firm to sustain
The consecrated cross.
2I want a godly fear,
A quick-discerning eye,
That looks to thee when sin is near,
And sees the tempter fly;
A spirit still prepared,
And armed with jealous care,
Forever standing on its guard,
And watching unto prayer.
3I want a true regard,
A single, steady aim,
Unmoved by threatening or reward,
To thee and thy great name;
A zealous, just concern
For thine immortal praise;
A pure desire that all may learn
And glorify thy grace.

417. S. M. Watts.

Heavenly Joy on Earth.

1Come, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
2The sorrows of the mind
Be banished from the place!
Religion never was designed
To make our pleasures less.
3The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.
4The hill of Sion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
5Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We're marching through Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.

418. S. M. Miss Fletcher.

Where is Heaven?

1Our heaven is everywhere,
If we but love the Lord,
Unswerving tread the narrow way,
And ever shun the broad.
2'T is where the trusting heart
Bows meekly to its grief,
Still looking up with earnest faith
For comfort and relief.
3Where guileless infancy
In happiness doth dwell,
And where the aged one can say
"He hath done all things well."
4Wherever truth abides
Sweet peace is ever there;
If we but love and serve the Lord,
Our heaven is everywhere.

419. 8s. & 7s. M. J. G. Adams.

Heaven Here.

1Heaven is here; its hymns of gladness
Cheer the true believer's way,
In this world where sin and sadness
Often change to night our day.
2Heaven is here; where misery lightened
Of its heavy load is seen,
Where the face of sorrow brightened
By the deed of love hath been:
3Where the bound, the poor, despairing
Are set free, supplied and blest;
Where, in others' anguish sharing,
We can find our surest rest.
4Where we heed the voice of duty
Rather than man's praise, or rod;
This is heaven,--its peace, its beauty,
Radiant with the smile of God.

420. L. M. 6l. Mrs. Case.

God's Kingdom Here.

1Oh, where, our Saviour! sweeps the line
That marks thy kingdom's holy reign?
Is it where northern meteors shine
Or gilds the cross the southern main?
Where breaks the dawn o'er spicy lands?
Or twilight sleeps on desert sands?
2Is it where sunny skies grow dim
With smoke of heathen sacrifice?
Or where, in costly domes, the hymn
Is taught on incense clouds to rise?
Nay, nay, thy blessed word has shown
Thy kingdom is the heart alone!
3That solemn world, whose bounds between
Life's mysteries of birth and death,
Are filled with warring hosts unseen,
Beings of power, though not of breath--
The spirit realm, where'er it be,
Is the dominion swayed by thee.
4Wild, phantom shapes of gloom and fear,
Roam dimly through the haunted spot,
And earth holds not a land so drear
As the sad heart that owns thee not,
Where sorrows wound and pleasures pall,
And death's dread shadow darkens all.
5But lift thy sceptre there, its bowers
Shall be serene and sweet and fair,
And, as in time's primeval hours,
The holy ones shall gather there,
And heaven's own peace the soul o'erflow,
E'en while it lingers here below.

421. 7s. M. Beaumont.

The Heaven Within.

1As earth's pageant passes by,
Let reflection turn thine eye
Inward, and observe thy breast;
There alone dwells solid rest.
2That's a close immured tower,
Which can mock all hostile power;
To thyself a tenant be,
And inhabit safe and free.
3Say not that this house is small,
Girt up in a narrow wall;
In a cleanly, sober mind,
Heaven itself full room doth find.
4The infinite Creator can
Dwell in it; and may not man?
Here, content, make thy abode
With thyself and with thy God.


422. C. M. H. M. Williams.

Habitual Devotion.

1While thee I seek, protecting Power!
Be my vain wishes stilled;
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be filled.
2Thy love the power of thought bestowed;
To thee my thoughts would soar;
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed--
That mercy I adore!
3In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferred by thee.
4In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.
5When gladness wings my favored hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet thy will.
6My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gathering storm shall see;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear;--
That heart shall rest on thee!

423. L. M. Bowring.

Perpetual Praise.

1When, wakened by thy voice of power,
The hour of morning beams in light,
My voice shall sing that morning hour,
And thee, who mad'st that hour so bright.
2The morning strengthens into noon;
Earth's fairest beauties shine more fair;
And noon and morning shall attune
My grateful heart to praise and prayer.
3When 'neath the evening western gate
The sun's retiring rays are hid,
My joy shall be to meditate,
E'en as the pious patriarch did.
4As twilight wears a darker hue,
And gathering night creation dims,
The twilight and the midnight, too,
Shall have their harmonies and hymns.
5So shall sweet thoughts, and thoughts sublime,
My constant inspirations be;
And every shifting scene of time
Reflect, my God, a light from thee.

424. C. M. Mrs. Brown.

Secret Prayer.

1I love to steal awhile away
From every cumbering care,
And spend the hours of setting day
In humble, grateful prayer.
2I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,
And all my cares and sorrows cast
On him whom I adore.
3I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heaven;
The prospect doth my strength renew,
While here by tempests driven.
4Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,
May its departing ray
Be calm as this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day.

425. S. M. C. Wesley.

Prayer for Self-Consecration.

1O God, my strength, my hope,
On thee I cast my care,
With humble confidence look up,
And know thou hearest prayer.
2O, for a godly fear,
A quick-discerning eye,
That looks to thee when sin is near,
And sees the tempter fly!--
3A spirit still prepared,
And armed with jealous care,
Forever standing on its guard,
And watching unto prayer!
4Lord, let me still abide,
Nor from my hope remove,
Till thou my patient spirit guide
To better worlds above.

426. L. M. Moore.

Breathings of Grace.

1Like morning, when her early breeze
Breaks up the surface of the seas,
That, in their furrows, dark with night,
Her hand may sow the seeds of light;
2Thy grace can send its breathings o'er
The spirit, dark and lost before;
And freshening all its depths, prepare
For truth divine to enter there!
3Till David touched his sacred lyre,
In silence lay the unbreathing wire;
But when he swept its chords along,
E'en angels stooped to hear the song.
4So sleeps the soul, till thou, O Lord,
Shall deign to touch its lifeless chord;
Till, waked by thee, its breath shall rise
In music worthy of the skies.

427. S. M. Cowper.

Dependence on God.

1To keep the lamp alive,
With oil we fill the bowl;
'T is water makes the willow thrive,
And grace that feeds the soul.
2The Lord's unsparing hand
Supplies the living stream;
It is not at our own command,
But still derived from him.
3Man's wisdom is to seek
His strength in God alone;
And e'en an angel would be weak,
Who trusted in his own.
4Retreat beneath his wings,
And in his grace confide;
This more exalts the King of kings
Than all your works beside.
5In God is all our store,
Grace issues from his throne;
Whoever says, "I want no more,"
Confesses he has none.

428. 7s. M. 6l. Montgomery.

The Soul panting for God.

1As the hart, with eager looks,
Panteth for the water-brooks,
So my soul, athirst for thee,
Pants the living God to see;
When, O when, with filial fear,
Lord, shall I to thee draw near?
2Why art thou cast down, my soul?
God, thy God, shall make thee whole:
Why art thou disquieted?
God shall lift thy fallen head,
And his countenance benign
Be the saving health of thine.

429. L. M. Henry Moore.

Wisdom and Virtue sought from God.

1Supreme and universal Light!
Fountain of reason! Judge of right!
Parent of good! whose blessings flow
On all above, and all below:
2Assist us, Lord, to act, to be,
What nature and thy laws decree;
Worthy that intellectual flame,
Which from thy breathing spirit came!
3May our expanded souls disclaim
The narrow view, the selfish aim;
But with a Christian zeal embrace
Whate'er is friendly to our race.
4O Father, grace and virtue grant!
No more we wish, no more we want:
To know, to serve thee, and to love,
Is peace below,--is bliss above.

430. C. M. Merrick.

Holy Resignation.

1Author of good, to thee we turn:
Thine ever wakeful eye
Alone can all our wants discern,
Thy hand alone supply.
2O, let thy love within us dwell,
Thy fear our footsteps guide;
That love shall vainer loves expel,
That fear all fears beside.
3And, O, by error's force subdued,
Since oft, with stubborn will,
We blindly shun the latent good,
And grasp the specious ill,--
4Not what we wish, but what we want,
Let mercy still supply:
The good we ask not; Father, grant;
The ill we ask, deny.

431. L. M. 6l. C. Wesley.

Prayer for the Comforter.

1I want the spirit of power within,
Of love, and of a healthful mind;
Of power to conquer every sin,
Of love to God and all mankind;
Of health that pain and death defies,
Most vigorous when the body dies.
2O that the Comforter would come,
Nor visit as a transient guest,
But fix in me his constant home,
And keep possession of my breast;
And make my soul his loved abode,
The temple of indwelling God!

432. L. M. Cotton.

A Peaceful Conscience.

1While some in folly's pleasures roll,
And court the joys that hurt the soul,
Be mine that silent, calm repast,
A conscience peaceful to the last.
2With this companion in the shade,
My soul no more shall be dismayed;
But fearless meet life's dreariest gloom,
And the pale monarch of the tomb.
3Amidst the various scenes of ills,
Each blow some kind design fulfils;
And can I murmur at my God,
While love supreme directs the rod?
4His hand will smooth my rugged way,
And lead me to the realms of day;
To milder skies, and brighter plains,
Where everlasting pleasure reigns.

433. L. M. Watts.

Self-knowledge, and Abstraction from Earth.

1My God, permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and thee:
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.
2Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heavenly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below,
And let my God, my Saviour go?
3Call me away from flesh and sense;
Thy sovereign word can draw me thence:
I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.
4Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn,
Let noise and vanity be gone:
In secret silence of the mind,
My heaven, and there my God, I find.

434. 7s. & 6s. M. Anonymous.

Rising towards Heaven.

1Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things,
Towards heaven, thy native place:
Sun, and moon, and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.
2Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire ascending seeks the sun,--
Both speed them to their source:
So a soul that's born of God
Pants to view his glorious face,
Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.

435. L. P. M. Anonymous.

Christ Desired.

1Come, O thou universal good!
Balm of the wounded conscience, come!
The hungry, dying spirit's food;
The weary, wand'ring pilgrim's home;
Haven to take the shipwrecked in,
My everlasting rest from sin!
2Come, O my comfort and delight!
My strength and health, and shield, and sun
My boast, my confidence, and might,
My joy, my glory, and my crown;
My gospel-hope, my calling's prize,
My tree of life, my paradise.

436. C. M. Newton.

"Unto you who believe he is precious."

1How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
2It makes the wounded spirit whole,
It calms the troubled breast;
'T is manna to the hungry soul,
And, to the weary, rest.
3Weak 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.
4Till then I would thy love proclaim,
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

437. 11s. M. Mrs. Hale.

The Lord's Prayer.

1Our Father in heaven, we hallow thy name!
May thy kingdom holy on earth be the same!
O give to us daily our portion of bread;
It is from thy bounty that all must be fed.
2Forgive our transgressions, and teach us to know
That humble compassion which pardons each foe:
Keep us from temptation, from weakness and sin,
And thine be the glory forever--Amen.

438. C. M. T. Whittemore.

The Same.

1Our Father, who in heaven art,
All hallowed be thy name:
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,
On earth, in heaven the same.
2Give us this day our daily bread,
Our debts, O Lord, forgive,
As we forgive our enemies
And thus obedient live.
3Into temptation lead us not,
From evil keep us clean;
Thine is the kingdom, glory, power
Forevermore, Amen.

439. S. M. Montgomery.

The Same.

1Our heavenly Father, hear
The prayer we offer now:--
Thy name be hallowed far and near,
To thee all nations bow.
2Thy kingdom come; thy will
On earth be done in love,
As saints and seraphim fulfil
Thy perfect law above.
3Our daily bread supply,
While by thy word we live;
The guilt of our iniquity
Forgive, as we forgive.
4From dark temptation's power
Our feeble hearts defend;
Deliver in the evil hour,
And guide us to the end.
5Thine, then, forever be
Glory and power divine;
The sceptre, throne, and majesty
Of heaven and earth are thine.

440. C. M. Anonymous.

The Lord's Prayer.

1O Thou, enthroned in worlds above,
Our Father and our Friend!
Lo, at the footstool of thy love,
Thy children humbly bend.
2All reverence to thy name be given;
Thy kingdom wide displayed;
And, as thy will is done in heaven,
Be it on earth obeyed.
3Our table may thy bounty spread,
From thine exhaustless store,
From day to day with daily bread,--
Nor would we ask for more.
4That pardon we to others give,
Do thou to us extend;
From all temptation, Lord, relieve;
From every ill defend.
5And now to thee belong, Most High,
The kingdom, glory, power,
Through the broad earth and spacious sky,
Both now and evermore.

441. 10s. M. Dr. Johnson.

From Boethius.

Seeking God.

1O Thou, whose power o'er moving worlds presides,
Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides,
On darkling man in pure effulgence shine,
And cheer his clouded mind with light divine.
2'T is thine alone to calm the pious breast
With silent confidence and holy rest;
From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend;
Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End.

442. S. M. Watts.

Abba, Father.

1Behold, what wondrous grace
The Father has bestowed
On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!
2Nor doth it yet appear
How great we must be made;
But when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our Head.
3A hope so much divine
May trials well endure;
May purify our souls from sin,
As Christ, the Lord, is pure.
4We would no longer lie
Like slaves beneath the throne;
Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry,
And thou the kindred own.

443. L. M. Mrs. Steele.

The Christian's Resolve.

1Ah wretched souls, who strive in vain,
Slaves to the world, and slaves to sin!
A nobler toil may I sustain,
A nobler satisfaction win.
2May I resolve, with all my heart,
With all my powers, to serve the Lord;
Nor from his precepts e'er depart,
Whose service is a rich reward.
3Be this the purpose of my soul,
My solemn, my determined choice,
To yield to his supreme control,
And in his kind commands rejoice.
4O may I never faint nor tire,
Nor, wandering, leave his sacred ways;
Great God! accept my soul's desire,
And give me strength to live thy praise.

444. L. M. Browne.

"Giving thanks to God in all things."

1Great God! my joyful thanks to thee
Shall, like thy gifts, continual be:
In constant streams thy bounty flows,
Nor end nor intermission knows.
2Thy kindness all my comforts gives;
My numerous wants thy hand relieves;
Nor can I ever, Lord, be poor,
Who live on thy exhaustless store.
3If what I wish thy will denies,
It is that thou art good and wise;
Afflictions, which may make me mourn,
Thou canst, thou dost, to blessings turn.
4Deep, Lord, upon my thankful breast,
Let all thy favors be imprest;
And though withdrawn thy gifts should be
In all things I'll give thanks to thee.

445. C. M. Doddridge.

"Now are we sons of God."

1How rich thy favors, God of grace!
How various, how divine!
Full as the ocean they are poured,
And bright as heaven they shine.
2He to eternal glory calls,
And leads the wondrous way
To his own palace where he reigns
In uncreated day.
3Jesus, the herald of his love,
Displays the radiant prize,
A crown of never-ending bliss,
To our admiring eyes.
4The songs of everlasting years
That mercy shall attend,
Which leads, through sufferings of an hour,
To joys that never end.

446. C. M. H. H. Milman.

Praying for Divine Help.

1O Help us, Lord! each hour of need
Thy heavenly succor give;
Help us in thought, and word, and deed,
Each hour on earth we live.
2O help us, when our spirits bleed,
With contrite anguish sore,
And when our hearts are cold and dead,
O help us, Lord, the more.
3O help us through the prayer of faith
More firmly to believe;
For still the more the servant hath,
The more shall he receive.
4O help us, Father! from on high;
We know no help but thee;
O! help us so to live and die,
As thine in heaven to be.

447. C. H. M. Anonymous.

Come, let us Pray.

1Come, let us pray: 'tis sweet to feel
That God himself is near;
That, while we at his footstool kneel,
His mercy deigns to hear:
Though sorrows cloud life's dreary way,
This is our solace--let us pray.
2Come, let us pray: the burning brow,
The heart oppressed with care,
And all the woes that throng us now,
Will be relieved by prayer:
Our God will chase our griefs away;
O, glorious thought!--come, let us pray.
3Come, let us pray: the mercy-seat
Invites the fervent prayer.
Our Heavenly Father waits to greet
The contrite spirit there:
O, loiter not, nor longer stay
From him who loves us; let us pray.

448. L. M. Sir Walter Scott.

Imploring the constant Presence of God.

1When Israel of the Lord beloved,
Out from the land of bondage came,
Her father's God before her moved,
An awful guide in smoke and flame.
2By day, along th' astonished lands,
The cloudy pillar glided slow;
By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands
Returned the fiery column's glow.
3Thus, present still, though now unseen,
When brightly shines the prosperous day,
Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen,
To temper the deceitful ray!
4And O, when gathers on our path,
In shade and storm, the frequent night,
Be thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath,
A burning and a shining light!

449. C. M. C. Wesley.


1I want a principle within
Of jealous, godly fear;
A sensibility of sin,
A pain to find it near.
2I want the first approach to feel
Of pride, or fond desire;
To catch the wandering of my will,
And quench the kindling fire.
3From thee that I no more may part,
No more thy goodness grieve,
The filial awe, the fleshly heart,
The tender conscience give.
4Quick as the apple of the eye,
O God, my conscience make!
Awake my soul when sin is nigh,
And keep it still awake.

450. C. M. Smart.

For Prudence and Wisdom.

1Father of light! conduct my feet
Through life's dark, dangerous road;
Let each advancing step still bring
Me nearer to my God.
2Let heaven-eyed prudence be my guide;
And, when I go astray,
Recall my feet from folly's path
To wisdom's better way.
3Teach me in every various scene
To keep my end in sight;
And while I tread life's mazy track,
Let wisdom guide me right.
4That heavenly wisdom from above
Abundantly impart;
And let it guard, and guide, and warm,
And penetrate my heart:
5Till it shall lead me to thyself,
Fountain of bliss and love!
And all my darkness be dispersed
In endless light above.

451. C. M. Moore.

Heaven Desired.

1The bird let loose in Eastern skies,
Returning fondly home,
Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies
Where idle warblers roam.
2But high she shoots through air and light--
Above all low delay,
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,
Nor shadow dims her way.
3So grant me, God, from every snare
Of sinful passion free,
Aloft through faith's serener air
To hold my course to thee.
4No sin to cloud, no lure to stay
My soul, as home she springs;
Thy sunshine on her joyful way,
Thy freedom on her wings.

452. L. M. Stowell.

The Mercy-seat.

1From every stormy wind that blows,
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat;
'Tis found before the mercy-seat.
2There is a place were Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads,--
A place of all on earth most sweet;
It is the heavenly mercy-seat.
3There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy-seat.
4There, there, on eagle wings we soar,
And sin and sense molest no more;
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.

453. C. M. Steele.

Thirsting after God.

1When fainting in the sultry waste,
And parched with thirst extreme,
The weary pilgrim longs to taste
The cool, refreshing stream.
2So longs the weary, fainting mind,
Oppressed with sins and woes,
Some soul-reviving spring to find,
Whence heavenly comfort flows.
3O, may I thirst for thee, my God,
With ardent, strong desire;
And still, through all this desert road,
To taste thy grace aspire.
4Then shall my prayer to thee ascend,
A grateful sacrifice;
My mourning voice thou wilt attend,
And grant me full supplies.

454. 7s. M. Newton.


1'T is a point I long to know,--
Oft it causes anxious thought,--
Do I love the Lord, or no?
Am I his, or am I not?
2If I love, why am I thus?
Why this dull and lifeless frame?
Hardly, sure, can they be worse,
Who have never heard his name.
3If I pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mixed with all I do;
You that love the Lord indeed,
Tell me, is it thus with you?
4Yet I mourn my stubborn will,
Find my sin a grief and thrall;
Should I grieve for what I feel,
If I did not love at all?
5Father, let me love thee more,
If I love at all, I pray;
If I have not loved before,
Help me to begin to-day.

455. L. M. Doddridge.

Choosing the Better Part.

1Beset with snares on every hand,
In life's uncertain path I stand:
Father divine! diffuse thy light,
To guide my doubtful footsteps right.
2Engage this roving, treacherous heart,
Wisely to choose the better part;
To scorn the trifles of a day,
For joys that none can take away.
3Then let the wildest storms arise,
Let tempests mingle earth with skies,
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear,
But all my treasures with me bear.
4If thou, my Saviour, still be nigh,
Cheerful I live, and joyful die;
Secure, when mortal comforts flee,
To find ten thousand worlds in thee.

456. C. M. Watts.

Sincerity and Hypocrisy.

1God is a spirit just and wise,
He sees our inmost mind;
In vain to heaven we raise our cries,
And leave our souls behind.
2Nothing but truth before his throne
With honor can appear;
The painted hypocrites are known
Through the disguise they wear.
3Their lifted eyes salute the skies,
Their bending knees the ground;
But God abhors the sacrifice
Where not the heart is found.
4Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways,
And make my soul sincere;
Then shall I stand before thy face,
And find acceptance there.

457. C. P. M. Wesley's Coll.

True Wisdom.

1Be it my only wisdom here,
To serve the Lord with filial fear,
With loving gratitude;
Superior sense may I display,
By shunning every evil way,
And walking in the good.
2O may I still from sin depart!
A wise and understanding heart,
Father, to me be given!
And let me through thy Spirit know
To glorify my God below,
And find my way to heaven.

458. L. M. 6l. Merrick.

For the Understanding and Influence of God's Word.

1While here as wandering sheep we stray,
Teach us, O teach us, Lord, thy way!
Dispose our hearts, with willing awe,
To love thy word, to keep thy law;
That, by thy guiding precepts led,
Our feet the paths of truth may tread.
2Great Source of light to all below!
Teach us thy holy will to know:
Teach us to read thy word aright,
And make it our supreme delight;
That, purged from vain desires, our mind
In thee its only good may find.
3Maker, instructer, judge of all,
O hear us when on thee we call!
To us, all-bounteous Lord, dispense
Thy grace, and guiding influence!
Preserve us in thy holy ways,
And teach our hearts to speak thy praise!

459. C. M. Montgomery.

Solomon's Prayer for Wisdom.

1Almighty God! in humble prayer
To thee our souls we lift;
Do thou our waiting minds prepare
For thy most needful gift.
2We ask not golden streams of wealth
Along our path to flow;
We ask not undecaying health,
Nor length of years below.
3We ask not honors, which an hour
May bring and take away;
We ask not pleasure, pomp, and power,
Lest we should go astray.
4We ask for wisdom;--Lord, impart
The knowledge how to live;
A wise and understanding heart
To all before thee give.
5The young remember thee in youth,
Before the evil days!
The old be guided by thy truth
In wisdom's pleasant ways!

460. C. M. Cowper.

Walking with God.

1O, for a closer walk with God!
A calm and heavenly frame!
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!
2What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But now I find an aching void
The world can never fill.
3Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.
4The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

461. C. M. Doddridge.

For Freedom from Secret Sin.

1Searcher of hearts! before thy face
I all my soul display;
And, conscious of its innate arts,
Entreat thy strict survey.
2If, lurking in its inmost folds,
I any sin conceal,
O, let a ray of light divine
The secret guile reveal.
3If tinctured with that odious gall
Unknowing I remain,
Let grace, like a pure silver stream,
Wash out the hateful stain.
4If, in these fatal fetters bound,
A wretched slave I lie,
Smite off my chains, and wake my soul
To light and liberty.
5To humble penitence and prayer
Be gentle pity given;
Speak ample pardon to my heart,
And seal its claim to heaven.

462. S. M. Grünbeck.

Self-abandonment to God.

1Lord! bring me to resign
My doubting heart to thee;
And, whether cheerful or distressed,
Thine, thine alone to be.
2My only aim be this,--
Thy purpose to fulfil,
In thee rejoice with all my strength,
And do thy holy will.
3Lord! thy all-seeing eye
Keeps watch with sleepless care:
Thy great compassion never fails;
Thou hear'st my needy prayer.
4So will I firmly trust,
That thou wilt guide me still,
And guard me safe throughout the way
That leads to Zion's hill.

463. C. M. Cowper.

Religious Retirement.

1Far from the world, O Lord! I flee,
From strife and tumult far;
From scenes, where sin is waging still
Its most successful war.
2The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With prayer and praise agree;
And seem, by thy sweet bounty, made
For those who follow thee.
3There, if thy spirit touch the soul,
And grace her mean abode;
O with what peace, and joy, and love,
She communes with her God.
4There, like the nightingale, she pours
Her solitary lays;
Nor asks a witness of her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise.
5Author and Guardian of my life,
Sweet Source of light divine,
And all harmonious names in one,
My Father--thou art mine!

464. C. M. J. J. Gurney.

Silent Worship.

1Let deepest silence all around
Its peaceful shelter spread;
So shall the living word abound,
The word that wakes the dead.
2How sweet to wait upon the Lord
In stillness and in prayer!
What though no preacher speak the word
A minister is there:
3He knows to bend the heart of steel,
He bows the loftiest soul;
O'er all we think and all we feel,
How matchless his control!
4And, O, how precious is his love
In tender mercy given;
It whispers of the blest above,
And stays the soul on heaven.
5From mind to mind, in streams of joy,
The holy influence spreads;
'T is peace, 'tis praise without alloy,
For God that influence sheds.
6To thee, O God, we still will pray,
And praise thee as before;
For this thy glorious gospel-day,
Teach us to praise thee more.

465. L. M. 6l. Bowring.

"Help thou my unbelief."

1If listening, as I listen still,
O God! to thine instructive word,
In spite of all my spirit's will,
Some whispering voice of doubt is heard,--
That voice spontaneous from the soul,
Which nought can check and nought control;
2If when most earnestly I pray
For light, for aid, for strength from thee,
Some struggling thoughts will force their way,
And break my soul's serenity;--
If reason, thy best gift, will hold
The sceptre only half controlled:--
3Help and forgive! heaven's alphabet
Hath many a word of mystery;
I read not all thy record yet,
Though perseveringly I try;
But teach me, Lord! and none shall be
More prompt, more pleased to learn of thee.

466. S. M. Herbert.

Doing all to the Glory of God.

1Teach me, my God and King,
In all things thee to see;
And what I do in anything,
To do it as for thee!
2To scorn the senses' sway,
While still to thee I tend;
In all I do be thou the way,--
In all be thou the end.
3All may of thee partake:
Nothing so small can be,
But draws, when acted for thy sake,
Greatness and worth from thee.
4If done beneath thy laws,
Even servile labors shine;
Hallowed is toil, if this the cause,
The meanest work divine.

467. 8s. 7s. & 4s. M. Oliver.

God the Pilgrim's Guide and Strength.

1Guide me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this mortal land:
I am weak, but thou art mighty;
Hold me with thy powerful hand:
Bread of heaven,
Feed me till I want no more.
2Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing streams do flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through:
Strong Deliverer,
Be thou still my strength and shield.
3When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Bear me through the swelling current;
Land me safe on Canaan's side:
Songs of praises
I will ever give to thee.

468. C. M. Wreford.

Prayer for Faith.

1Lord! I believe; thy power I own,
Thy word I would obey;
I wander comfortless, and lone,
When from thy truth I stray.
2Lord! I believe; but gloomy fears
Sometimes bedim my sight;
I look to thee with prayers and tears,
And cry for strength and light.
3Lord! I believe; but oft, I know,
My faith is cold and weak;
Strengthen my weakness, and bestow
The confidence I seek!
4Yes, I believe; and only thou
Canst give my soul relief;
Lord! to thy truth my spirit bow,
Help thou my unbelief!

469. S. M. Watts.

Safety in God.

1When overwhelmed with grief,
My heart within me dies;
Helpless and far from all relief,
To heaven I lift mine eyes.
2O lead me to the rock
That's high above my head;
And make the covert of thy wings
My shelter and my shade.
3Within thy presence, Lord,
I ever would abide;
Thou art the tower of my defence,
The refuge where I hide.

470. C. M. Montgomery.

Prayer for Grace in Trial.

1Father of all our mercies, thou
In whom we move and live,
Hear us in heaven, thy dwelling, now,
And answer, and forgive.
2When, harassed by ten thousand foes,
Our helplessness we feel,
O, give the weary soul repose,
The wounded spirit heal.
3When dire temptations gather round
And threaten or allure,
By storm or calm, in thee be found
A refuge strong and sure.
4When age advances, may we grow
In faith, in hope, and love,
And walk in holiness below
To holiness above.
5When earthly joys and cares depart,
Desire and envy cease,
Be thou the portion of our heart,--
In thee may we have peace.

471. L. M. Roscoe.

The Solace of Faith.

1When human hopes and joys depart,
I give thee, Lord, a contrite heart;
And on my weary spirit steal
The thoughts that pass all earthly weal.
2I cast above my tearful eyes,
And muse upon the starry skies;
And think that He who governs there
Still keeps me in his guardian care.
3I gaze upon the opening flower,
Just moistened with the evening shower;
And bless the love which made it bloom,
To chase away my transient gloom.
4I think, whene'er this mortal frame
Returns again to whence it came,
My soul shall wing its happy flight
To regions of eternal light.

472. C. M. Wesleyan.

For Purity of Heart.

1O, for a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free;
A heart that always feels how good,
Thou, Lord, hast been to me.
2O for a humble, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean,
Which neither life nor death can part
From him who dwells within;--
3A heart in every thought renewed,
And full of love divine,
Perfect, and right, and pure and good,
Conformed, O Lord, to thine.
4Thy temper, gracious Lord, impart;
Come quickly from above;
O, write thy name upon my heart,
Thy name, O God, is Love.

473. L. M. Bowring.

God's sustaining Presence.

1Father and friend, thy light, thy love
Beaming through all thy works we see;
Thy glory gilds the heavens above,
And all the earth is full of thee.
2Thy voice we hear, thy presence feel,
Whilst thou, too pure for mortal sight,
Involved in clouds, invisible,
Reignest the Lord of life and light.
3We know not in what hallowed part
Of the wide heavens thy throne may be;
But this we know,--that where thou art,
Strength, wisdom, goodness, dwell with thee.
4Thy children shall not faint nor fear,
Sustained by this delightful thought,--
Since thou, their God, art everywhere,
They cannot be where thou art not.

474. S. M. Episcopal Coll.

Ark of Safety.

1O, cease, my wandering soul,
On restless wing to roam;
All this wide world, to either pole,
Has not for thee a home.
2Behold the ark of God;
Behold the open door;
O, haste to gain that dear abode,
And rove, my soul, no more.
3There, safe thou shalt abide,
There, sweet shall be thy rest,
And every longing satisfied,
With full salvation blest.

475. C. M. Watts.

"O that my ways were directed to keep thy statutes."

1O that the Lord would guide my ways
To keep his statutes still!
O that my God would grant me grace
To know and do his will!
2O send thy Spirit down to write
Thy law upon my heart!
Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,
Nor act the liar's part.
3Order my footsteps by thy word,
And make my heart sincere;
Let sin have no dominion, Lord,
But keep my conscience clear.
4Make me to walk in thy commands,--
'Tis a delightful road;
Nor let my head, or heart, or hands,
Offend against my God.

476. C. M. T. Humphries.

"Lord, remember me."

1O thou, from whom all goodness flows,
I lift my soul to thee;
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
Good Lord, remember me.
2When on my aching, burdened heart
My sins lie heavily,
Thy pardon grant, new peace impart:
Good Lord, remember me.
3When trials sore obstruct my way,
And ills I cannot flee,
O let my strength be as my day:
Good Lord, remember me.
4And when before thy throne I stand,
And lift my soul to thee,
Then, with the saints at thy right hand,
Good Lord, remember me!

477. L. M. Merrick.

Prayer for Divine Guidance.

1Teach me, O teach me, Lord! thy way;
So, to my life's remotest day,
By thy unerring precepts led,
My willing feet its paths shall tread.
2Informed by thee, with sacred awe,
My heart shall meditate thy law;
And with celestial wisdom filled,
To thee its full obedience yield.
3Give me to know thy will aright,--
Thy will, my glory and delight.--
That, raised above the world, my mind
In thee its highest good may find.
4O turn from vanity mine eye;
To me thy quickening strength supply;
And with thy promised mercy cheer
A heart devoted to thy fear.

478. 7s. M. C. Wesley.

The Repose of Faith.

1Happy soul, that safe from harm
Rests within his Shepherd's arm!
Who his quiet shall molest?
Who shall violate his rest?
2Seek, O Lord, thy wandering sheep;
Bring me back, and lead, and keep;
Take on thee my every care;
Bear me, on thy bosom bear.
3Let me know thy gracious voice;
More and more in thee rejoice;
More and more of thee receive;
Ever in thy spirit live:--
4Live, till all thy love I know,
Perfect in my Lord below;
Gladly then from earth remove,
Gathered to the fold above.

479. C. M. C. Wesley.

A Rest Remaineth.

1Lord! we believe a rest remains
To all thy people known;
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns;--
For thou art served alone:--
2A rest where all our souls desire
Is fixed on things above;
Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,
Cast out by perfect love.
3O that we now that rest might know,
Believe and enter in!
Thou Holiest! now the power bestow,
And let us cease from sin.
4Remove this hardness from our heart,
This unbelief remove:
The rest of perfect faith impart,
The sabbath of thy love.

480. L. M. Anonymous.

Angels from Heaven Strengthening Him.

1Lord! in thy garden agony,
No light seemed on thy soul to break,
No form of seraph lingered nigh,
Nor yet the voice of comfort spake;
2Till, by thine own triumphant word,
The victory over, ill was won;
Till the sweet, mournful cry was heard,
"Thy will, O God, not mine, be done!"
3Lord, bring these precious moments back,
When, fainting, against sin we strain;
Or in thy counsels fail to track
Aught but the present grief and pain.
4In weakness, help us to contend;
In darkness, yield to God our will;
And true hearts, faithful to the end,
Cheer by thine holy angels still!

481. C. M. Steele.

Filial Submission.

1And can my heart aspire so high,
To say, "My Father," God?
Lord, at thy feet, I fain would lie,
And learn to kiss the rod.
2I would submit to all thy will,
For thou art good and wise;
Let each rebellious thought be still,
Nor one faint murmur rise.
3Thy love can cheer the darkest gloom,
And bid me wait serene,
Till hopes and joys immortal bloom,
And brighten all the scene.
4"My Father, God," permit my heart
To plead her humble claim,
And ask the bliss those words impart,
In my Redeemer's name.

482. C. M. Pope.

Universal Prayer.

1Father of all! in every age,
In every clime, adored,
By saint, by savage, and by sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!--
2Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent
At aught thy wisdom has denied,
Or aught thy goodness lent.
3This day be bread and peace my lot:
All else beneath the sun
Thou knowest if best bestowed or not
And let thy will be done.
4Yet not to earth's contracted span
Thy goodness let me bound,
Or think thee Lord alone of man,
When thousand worlds are round.
5To thee whose temple is all space,
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies,
One chorus let all beings raise,
All nature's incense rise.

483. C. M. Pope.

The Same.

1Father of all, whose cares extend
To earth's remotest shore,
Through every age let praise ascend,
And every clime adore.
2Mean though I am, not wholly so,
Since quickened by thy breath;
Lord, lead me wheresoe'er I go,
Through this day's life or death.
3Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the fault I see;
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.
4If I am right, thy grace impart
Still in the right to stay;
If I am wrong, O teach my heart
To find that better way.
5What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,
This teach me more than hell to shun,
That more than heaven pursue.

484. 7s. M. Methodist Coll.

Seeking God.

1Light of Life, Seraphic Fire,
Love Divine, thyself impart;
Every fainting soul inspire;
Shine in every drooping heart!
Every mournful sinner cheer;
Scatter all our guilty gloom;
Love of God, appear, appear!
To thy human temples come.
2Come, in this accepted hour;
Bring thy heavenly kingdom in!
Fill us with thy glorious power,
Rooting out the seeds of sin:
Nothing more can we require,
We will covet nothing less;
Be thou all our heart's desire,
Be our heaven--in holiness.

485. C. M. Percy Chapel Coll.

"Thy Will be done."

1Father, I know thy ways are just,
Although to me unknown;
O, grant me grace thy love to trust,
And cry, "Thy will be done."
2If thou shouldst hedge with thorns my path;
Should wealth and friends be gone;
Still with a firm and lively faith,
I'll cry, "Thy will be done."
3Although thy steps I cannot trace,
Thy sovereign right I'll own;
And, as instructed by thy grace;
I'll cry, "Thy will be done."
4'Tis sweet thus passively to lie
Before thy gracious throne,
Concerning everything to cry,
"My Father's will be done."

486. C. M. Doddridge.

Confidence in God.

1My God! the covenant of thy love
Abides forever sure;
And in thy matchless grace I feel
My happiness secure.
2What though my house be not with thee
As nature could desire?
To nobler joys than nature gives
Thy servants all aspire.
3Since thou, the everlasting God,
My Father art become;
Jesus my Guardian and my Friend,
And heaven my final home:
4I welcome all thy sovereign will,
For all that will is love;
And when I know not what thou dost,
I wait the light above.
5Thy covenant the last accent claims
Of this poor faltering tongue;
And that shall the first notes employ
Of my celestial song.

487. L. M. Henry Moore.

Prayer for Religious Principle.

1Amidst a world of hopes and fears,
A wild of cares, and toils, and tears,
Where foes alarm and dangers threat,
And pleasures kill, and glories cheat:
2Shed down, O Lord! a heavenly ray,
To guide me in the doubtful way;
And o'er me hold thy shield of power,
To guard me in the dangerous hour.
3Teach me the flattering paths to shun,
In which the thoughtless many run,
Who for a shade the substance miss,
And grasp their ruin in their bliss.
4May never pleasure, wealth or pride,
Allure my wandering soul aside;
But through this maze of mortal ill,
Safe lead me to thy heavenly hill.

488. L. M. Christian Psalmist.

Prayer for Divine Help.

1Be with me, Lord, where'er I go;
Teach me what thou wouldst have me do;
Show me my weakness,--let me see
I have my power, my all from thee.
2Enrich me always with thy love;
My kind protection ever prove;
Thy signet put upon my breast,
And let thy spirit on me rest.
3Assist and teach me how to pray;
Incline my nature to obey;
What thou abhorr'st that let me flee,
And only love what pleases thee.
4O may I never do my will,
But thine, and only thine, fulfil;
Let all my time and all my ways
Be spent and ended to thy praise.

489. C. M. Anonymous.

Prayer for the Christian Temper.

1Almighty Maker! Lord of all!
Of life the only spring!
Creator of unnumbered worlds!
Supreme, Eternal King!
2Drive from the confines of my heart
Impenitence and pride;
Nor let me, in forbidden paths,
With thoughtless sinners glide.
3Let not despair nor fell revenge
Be to my bosom known:
Oh! give me tears for others' woes,
And patience for my own.
4Feed me with necessary food;
I ask not wealth or fame;
Give me an eye to see thy will,
A heart to bless thy name.
5May still my days serenely pass,
Without remorse or care;
And growing holiness my soul
For life's last hour prepare.

490. S. M. Methodist Coll.

For Holiness.

1The thing my God doth hate
That I no more may do,
Thy creature, Lord, again create,
And all my soul renew;
Abhor the thing unclean,
And, sanctified by love divine,
Forever cease from sin.
2That blessed law of thine,
Father, to me impart;
The Spirit's law of life divine,
O write it in my heart!
Implant it deep within,
Whence it may ne'er remove,
The law of liberty from sin,
The perfect law of love.
3Thy nature be my law,
Thy spotless sanctity,
And sweetly every moment draw
My happy soul to thee.
Soul of my soul remain!
Who didst for all fulfil,
In me, O Lord, fulfil again
My heavenly Father's will.

491. C. M. Wesley's Coll.

"Thy Kingdom Come."

1Father of me and all mankind,
And all the hosts above,
Let every understanding mind
Unite to praise thy love.
2Thy kingdom come, with power and grace
To every heart of man;
Thy peace, and joy, and righteousness,
In all our bosoms reign.
3The righteousness that never ends,
But makes an end of sin;
The joy that human thought transcends,
Into our souls bring in.
4The kingdom of established peace,
Which can no more remove;
The perfect powers of godliness,
Th' omnipotence of love.

492. S. M. Watts.

Seeking God.

1My God, permit my tongue
This joy, to call thee mine;
And let my early cries prevail
To taste thy love divine.
2My thirsty, fainting soul
Thy mercy does implore;
Not travellers in desert lands
Can pant for water more.
3For life, without thy love,
No relish can afford;
No joy can be compared to this,
To serve and please the Lord.
4Since thou hast been my help,
To thee my spirit flies,
And on thy watchful providence
My cheerful hope relies.

493. L. M. Montgomery.

"O God, my soul thirsteth for thee."

1O God! thou art my God alone;
Early to thee my soul shall cry,
A pilgrim in a land unknown,
A thirsty land, whose springs are dry.
2Yet through this rough and thorny maze,
I follow hard on thee, my God;
Thine hand unseen upholds my ways;
I lean upon thy staff and rod.
3Thee, in the watches of the night,
When I remember on my bed,
Thy presence makes the darkness light;
Thy guardian wings are round my head.
4Better than life itself thy love,
Dearer than all beside to me;
For whom have I in heaven above,
Or what on earth, compared with thee?

494. C. M. Doddridge.

The Knowledge of God.

1Shine forth, Eternal Source of light!
And make thy glories known;
Fill our enlarged, adoring sight
With lustre all thine own.
2Vain are the charms, and faint the rays
The brightest creatures boast;
And all their grandeur and their praise
Is in thy presence lost.
3To know the Author of our frame
Is our sublimest skill;
True science is to read thy name,
True life to obey thy will.
4For this I long, for this I pray,
And following on pursue,
Till visions of eternal day
Fix and complete the view.

495. L. M. 6l. Addison.

God our Shepherd.

1The Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noonday walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountains pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary, wandering steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still.
Thy friendly staff shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
4Though, in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile,--
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crowned
And streams shall murmur all around.

496. S. M. Patrick

The Fatherly Love of God.

1God, who is just and kind,
Will those who err instruct,
And to the paths of righteousness
Their wandering steps conduct.
2The humble soul he guides,
Teaches the meek his way,
Kindness and truth he shows to all
Who his just laws obey.
3Give me the tender heart
That mixes fear with love,
And lead me through whatever path
Thy wisdom shall approve.
4Oh! ever keep my soul
From error, shame and guilt;
Nor suffer the fair hope to fail,
Which on thy truth is built.

497. L. M. J. F. Oberlin.

Clinging to God.

1O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart,
And fix my frail, inconstant heart:
Henceforth my chief desire shall be
To dedicate myself to thee.
2Whate'er pursuits my time employ,
One thought shall fill my soul with joy:
That silent, secret thought shall be,
That all my hopes are fixed on thee.
3Thy glorious eye pervadeth space;
Thy presence, Lord, fills every place;
And wheresoe'er my lot may be,
Still shall my spirit cleave to thee.
4Renouncing every earthly thing,
And safe beneath thy spreading wing,
My sweetest thought henceforth shall be,
That all I want I find in thee.

498. C. M. Watts.

God our Refuge and Hope.

1God, my supporter and my hope,
My help forever near;
Thine arm of mercy held me up,
When sinking in despair.
2Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet
Through this dark wilderness;
Thine hand conduct me near thy seat,
To dwell before thy face.
3What if the springs of life were broke,
And flesh and heart should faint?
God is my soul's eternal rock,
The strength of every saint.
4Behold the sinners, that remove
Far from thy presence, die;
Not all the idol gods they love
Can save them when they cry.
5But to draw near to thee, my God,
Shall be my sweet employ;
My tongue shall sound thy works abroad,
And tell the world my joy.

499. C. M. Montgomery.

For Grateful Submission.

1One prayer I have,--all prayers in one,--
When I am wholly thine;
"Thy will, my God, thy will be done,
And let that will be mine."
2All-wise, almighty, and all-good,
In thee I firmly trust;
Thy ways, unknown or understood,
Are merciful and just.
3May I remember that to thee
Whate'er I have I owe;
And back in gratitude from me
May all thy bounties flow.
4Thy gifts are only then enjoyed,
When used as talents lent;
Those talents only well employed,
When in thy service spent.
5And though thy wisdom takes away,
Shall I arraign thy will?
No, let me bless thy name, and say,
"The Lord is gracious still."

500. L. M. Montgomery.

The Soul Returning to God.

1Return, my soul, unto thy rest,
From vain pursuits and maddening cares,
From lonely woes that wring thy breast,
The world's allurements, toils and snares.
2Return unto thy rest, my soul,
From all the wanderings of thy thought;
From sickness unto death made whole;
Safe through a thousand perils brought.
3Then to thy rest, my soul return,
From passions every hour at strife;
Sin's works, and ways, and wages spurn,
Lay hold upon eternal life.
4God is thy rest;--with heart inclined
To keep his word, that word believe;
Christ is thy rest;--with lowly mind,
His light and easy yoke receive.

501. C. M. Watts.

Invocation of the Divine Spirit.

1Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers,
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
2In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.
3Dear Lord! and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great?
4Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers,
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

502. C. M. Beddome.

For Inward Truth.

1Am I an Israelite indeed.
Without a false disguise?
Have I renounced my sins, and left
My refuges of lies?
2Say, does my heart unchanged remain,
Or is it formed anew?
What is the rule by which I walk,
The object I pursue?
3Cause me, O God of truth and grace,
My real state to know;
If I am wrong, O set me right!
If right, preserve me so!

503. C. M. Methodist Coll.

Seeking God.

1Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal,
While here o'er earth we rove;
Speak to our hearts, and let us feel
The kindling of thy love.
2With thee conversing, we forget
All time, and toil, and care;
Labor is rest, and pain is sweet,
If thou, my God, art here.
3Here, then, my God, vouchsafe to stay,
And bid my heart rejoice;
My bounding heart shall own thy sway,
And echo to thy voice.

504. L. M. Grigg.

Not Ashamed of Christ.

1Jesus! and shall it ever be!
A mortal man ashamed of thee;
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days!
2Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon
Let midnight be ashamed of noon;
'Tis midnight with my soul, till he,
Bright morning star, bid darkness flee.
3Ashamed of Jesus! yes I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away,
No tear to wipe--no good to crave,
No fears to quell--no soul to save.
4Till then--nor is my boasting vain--
Till then, I boast a Saviour slain;
And oh! may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me.

505. 7s. M. C. Wesley.

The Simplicity of Christ.

1Lord! that I may learn of thee,
Give me true simplicity;
Wean my soul, and keep it low,
Willing thee alone to know.
2Of my boasted wisdom spoiled,
Docile, helpless as a child;
Only seeing in thy light,
Only walking in thy might.
3Then infuse the living grace,
Truthful soul of righteousness;
Knowledge, love divine, impart,--
Life eternal to my heart.

506. 7s. M. Newton.

Docility and Trust.

1Quiet, Lord, my froward heart,
Make me teachable and mild;
Upright, simple, free from art,
Make me as a weanéd child;
From distrust and envy free,
Pleased with all that pleaseth thee.
2What thou shalt to-day provide,
Let me as a child receive;
What to-morrow may betide,
Calmly to thy wisdom leave:
'Tis enough that thou wilt care;
Why should I the burden bear?
3As a little child relies
On a care beyond his own;
Knows he's neither strong nor wise
Fears to stir a step alone;
Let me thus with thee abide,
As my Father, Guard, and Guide.

507. L. M. Beard's Coll.

God's Care our Comfort.

1Oh! sweet it is to know, to feel,
In all our gloom, our wanderings here,
No night of sorrow can conceal
Man from thy notice, from thy care.
2When disciplined by long distress,
And led through paths of fear and woe,
Say, dost thou love thy children less?
No! ever-gracious Father, no!
3No distance can outreach thine eye,
No night obscure thy endless day:
Be this my comfort when I sigh,
Be this my safeguard when I stray.

508. S. M. Mme. Guion.

The Water of Life.

1The fountain in its source
No drought of summer fears;
The farther it pursues its course,
The nobler it appears.
2But shallow cisterns yield
A scanty, short supply;
The morning sees them amply filled,
At evening they are dry.
3The cisterns I forsake,
O fount of bliss, for thee!
My thirst with living waters slake,
And drink eternity.

509. C. M. Rippon's Coll.

Peace with God.

1Father! whate'er of earthly bliss
Thy sovereign will denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace,
Let this petition rise:--
2"Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From every murmur free;
The blessings of thy grace impart,
And make me live to thee.
3"Let the sweet hope that thou art mine
My life and death attend;
Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey's end."

510. S. M. Christian Psalmist.

The Way of God with the Spirit.

1'Tis God the spirit leads
In paths before unknown:
The work to be performed is ours;
The strength is all his own.
2Assisted by his grace,
We still pursue our way;
And hope at last to reach the prize,
Secure in endless day.
3'Tis he that works to will;
'Tis he that works to do;
His is the power by which we act,
His be the glory too.

511. L. M. 6l. Christian Psalmist.

Foretaste of Heaven.

1What must it be to dwell above,
At God's right hand, where Jesus reigns,
Since the sweet earnest of his love
O'erwhelms us on these earthly plains!
No heart can think, no tongue explain,
What bliss it is with Christ to reign.
2When sin no more obstructs our sight,
When sorrow pains our hearts no more,
How shall we view the Prince of Light
And all his works of grace explore!
What heights and depths of love divine
Will there through endless ages shine!
3This is the heaven I long to know;
For this, with patience, I would wait,
Till, weaned from earth, and all below,
I mount to my celestial seat,
And wave my palm, and wear my crown,
And, with the elders, cast them down.

512. C. M. Doddridge.

Jesus precious to them that believe.

1Jesus, I love thy charming name;
'Tis music to my ear;
Fain would I sound it out so loud
That earth and heaven might hear.
2Whate'er my noblest powers can wish
In thee doth richly meet;
No light unto my eyes so dear,
No friendship half so sweet.
3Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart,
And shed its fragrance there,--
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.
4I'll speak the honors of thy name
With my expiring breath,
And, dying, clasp thee in my arms,
The antidote of death.

513. C. M. Watts.

The Hope of Heaven.

1When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
2Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all!
3There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.


514. C. M. Watts.

"From everlasting to everlasting, thou art God."

1Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home;
2Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.
3A thousand ages, in thy sight,
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising sun.
4Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

515. L. M. Cowper.

The Providence of Life.

1Almighty King! whose wondrous hand
Supports the weight of sea and land,
Whose grace is such a boundless store,
No heart shall break that sighs for more!
2Thy providence supplies my food,
And 'tis thy blessing makes it good:
My soul is nourished by thy word;
Let soul and body praise the Lord.
3My streams of outward comfort came
From him who built this earthly frame;
Whate'er I want his bounty gives,
By whom my soul forever lives.
4Either his hand preserves from pain,
Or, if I feel it, heals again;
From strife and sorrow shields my breast,
Or overrules them for the best.

516. 7s. M. 6l. Bowring.

The Pilgrimage of Life.

1Lead us with thy gentle sway,
As a willing child is led;
Speed us on our forward way,
As a pilgrim, Lord, is sped,
Who with prayers and helps divine
Seeks a consecrated shrine.
2We are pilgrims, and our goal
Is that distant land whose bourn
Is the haven of the soul;
Where the mourners cease to mourn,
Where the Saviour's hand will dry
Every tear from every eye.
3Lead us thither! thou dost know
All the way; but wanderers we
Often miss our path below,
And stretch out our hands to thee;
Guide us,--save us,--and prepare
Our appointed mansion there!

517. C. M. Montgomery.

"Looking for another country, that is an heavenly."

1While through this changing world we roam,
From infancy to age,
Heaven is the Christian pilgrim's home,
His rest at every stage.
2Thither his raptured thought ascends,
Eternal joys to share;
There his adoring spirit bends,
While here he kneels in prayer.
3Oh! there may we our treasure place,
There let our hearts be found;
That still, where sin abounded, grace
May more and more abound.
4Henceforth our conversation be
With Christ before the throne;
Ere long, we eye to eye shall see,
And know as we are known.

518. L. M. Doddridge.

Redeeming the Time.

1God of eternity! from thee
Did infant time its being draw;
Moments and days, and months, and years,
Revolve by thine unvaried law.
2Silent and swift they glide away;
Steady and strong the current flows,
Lost in eternity's wide sea,
The boundless gulf from whence it rose.
3With it the thoughtless sons of men
Before the rapid stream are borne
On to their everlasting home,
Whence not one soul can e'er return.
4Great Source of wisdom! teach our hearts
To know the price of every hour,
That time may bear us on to joys
Beyond its measure and its power.

519. C. H. M. J. Taylor.

What is your Life?

1O, what is life?--'tis like a flower
That blossoms and is gone;
It flourishes its little hour,
With all its beauty on:
Death comes, and, like a wintry day,
It cuts the lovely flower away.
2O, what is life?--'tis like the bow
That glistens in the sky:
We love to see its colors glow;
But, while we look, they die:
Life fails as soon:--to-day 'tis here;
To-morrow it may disappear.
3Lord, what is life?--if spent with thee
In humble praise and prayer,
How long or short our life may be,
We feel no anxious care:
Though life depart, our joys shall last
When life and all its joys are past.

520. L. M. Bowring.

Our Times are in thy Hand.

1Our times are in thy hand, and thou
Wilt guide our footsteps at thy will:
Lord, to thy purposes we bow,
Do thou thy purposes fulfil!
2Life's mighty waters roll along,
Thy spirit guides them as they roll;
And waves on waves impetuous throng
At thy command, at thy control.
3Lord, we, thy children, look to thee,
And with an humble, prostrate will,
Find in thine all-sufficiency
A claim to love and serve thee still.

521. S. M. Edmeston.

"Why sayest thou--my way is hid from the Lord?"

1Along my earthly way,
How many clouds are spread!
Darkness, with scarce one cheerful ray,
Seems gathering o'er my head.
2Yet, Father, thou art love:
O hide not from my view!
But when I look, in prayer, above,
Appear in mercy through!
3My pathway is not hid;
Thou knowest all my need;
And I would do as Israel did,--
Follow where thou wilt lead.
4Lead me, and then my feet
Shall never, never stray;
But safely I shall reach the seat
Of happiness and day.
5And O from that bright throne,
I shall look back, and see,--
The path I went, and that alone,
Was the right path for me.

522. C. M. Needham.

The Dead speaking to the Living.

1Rise, O my soul! pursue the path
By ancient worthies trod;
Aspiring, view those holy men
Who lived and walked with God.
2Though dead, they speak in reason's ear,
And in example live;
Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds,
Still fresh instruction give.
3Confiding in his heavenly strength,
They conquered every foe;
To his almighty power and grace
Their crowns of life they owe.
4Lord, may I ever keep in view
The patterns thou hast given;
And never wander from the road
That led them safe to heaven.

523. C. M. Barbauld.

The Pilgrimage of Life.

1Our country is Immanuel's ground;
We seek that promised soil;
The songs of Zion cheer our hearts,
While strangers here we toil.
2Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow,
And oft are bathed in tears;
Yet naught but heaven our hopes can raise,
And naught but sin our fears.
3We tread the path our Master trod:
We bear the cross he bore;
And every thorn that wounds our feet,
His temples pierced before.
4Our powers are oft dissolved away
In ecstasies of love;
And while our bodies wander here,
Our souls are fixed above.
5We purge our mortal dross away,
Refining as we run;
But while we die to earth and sense,
Our heaven is here begun.

524. C. M. Watts.

"We are fearfully and wonderfully made."

1Let others boast how strong they be,
Nor death nor danger fear;
But we'll confess, O Lord, to thee,
What feeble things we are.
2Fresh as the grass our bodies stand,
And flourish bright and gay;
A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land,
And fades the grass away.
3Our life contains a thousand springs,
And fails if one be gone;
Strange! that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long.
4But 'tis our God supports our frame,
The God who built us first;
Salvation to the Almighty Name
That reared us from the dust!

525. C. M. Doddridge.

"Lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven."

1These mortal joys, how soon they fade!
How swift they pass away!
The dying flower reclines its head,
The beauty of a day.
2Soon are those earthly treasures lost,
We fondly call our own;
Scarce the possession can we boast,
When straight we find them gone.
3But there are joys which cannot die,
With God laid up in store;
Treasures beyond the changing sky,
More bright than golden ore.
4The seeds which piety and love
Have scattered here below,
In the fair, fertile fields above
To ample harvests grow.

526. L. M. Newton.

Lightning in the Night.

1A glance from heaven, with sweet effect,
Sometimes my pensive spirit cheers:
But ere I can my thoughts collect,
As suddenly it disappears.
2So lightning in the gloom of night
Affords a momentary day;
Disclosing objects full in sight,
Which, soon as seen, are snatched away.
3The lightning's flash did not create
The opening prospect it revealed;
But only showed the real state
Of what the darkness had concealed.
4Just so, we by a glimpse discern
The glorious things within the veil;
That, when in darkness, we may learn
To live by faith, till light prevail.

527. C. M. J. Newton.

The Changes of Life.

1The evils that beset our path,
Who can prevent or cure?
We stand upon the brink of death
When most we seem secure.
2If we to-day sweet peace possess,
It soon may be withdrawn;
Some change may plunge us in distress
Before to-morrow's dawn.
3Disease and pain invade our health,
And find an easy prey;
And oft, when least expected, wealth
Takes wings and flies away.
4The gourds from which we look for fruit.
Produce us often pain;
A worm unseen attacks the root,
And all our hopes are vain.
5Since sin has filled the earth with woe,
And creatures fade and die;
Lord, wean our hearts from things below,
And fix our hopes on high!

528. S. M. Doddridge.

"The Fathers, where are they?"

1How swift the torrent rolls,
That bears us to the sea!
The tide that bears our thoughtless souls
To vast eternity!
2Our fathers, where are they,
With all they called their own?
Their joys, and griefs, and hopes and cares,
And wealth and honor gone.
3God of our fathers, hear,
Thou everlasting Friend!
While we, as on life's utmost verge,
Our souls to thee commend.
4Of all the pious dead
May we the footsteps trace,
Till with them, in the land of light,
We dwell before thy face.

529. L. M. J. Roscoe.

The Close of Life.

1My Father! when around me spread
I see the shadows of the tomb,
And life's bright visions droop and fade,
And darkness veils my future doom;
2O, in that anguished hour I turn
With a still trusting heart to thee,
And holy thoughts still shine and burn
Amid that cold, sad destiny.
3The stars of heaven are shining on,
Though these frail eyes are dim with tears;
The hopes of earth indeed are gone;
But are not ours the immortal years?
4Father! forgive the heart that clings
Thus trembling to the joys of time;
And bid my soul on angel wings
Ascend into a purer clime.

530. L. M. Doddridge.

To God pertain the issues of Life and Death.

1Sovereign of life! before thine eye,
Lo! mortal men by thousands die:
One glance from thee at once brings down
The proudest brow that wears a crown.
2Banished at once from human sight
To the dark grave's mysterious night,
Imprisoned in that dusty bed,
We hide our solitary head.
3Yet if my Father's faithful hand
Conduct me through this gloomy land,
My soul with pleasure shall obey,
And follow where he leads the way.
4The friendly band again shall meet,
Again exchange the welcome sweet;
The dear familiar features trace,
And still renew the fond embrace.

531. C. M. Heber.

Universal Warning of Death.

1Beneath our feet and o'er our head
Is equal warning given:
Beneath us lie the countless dead,
Above us is the heaven!
2Their names are graven on the stone,
Their bones are in the clay;
And ere another day is done,
Ourselves may be as they.
3Our eyes have seen the rosy light
Of youth's soft cheek decay,
And fate descend in sudden night
On manhood's middle day.
4Our eyes have seen the steps of age
Halt feebly towards the tomb;
And yet shall earth our hearts engage,
And dreams of days to come?
5Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower;
Each season has its own disease,
Its peril every hour.

532. L. M. J. Taylor.

The Shortness of Life.

1Like shadows gliding o'er the plain,
Or clouds that roll successive on,
Man's busy generations pass,
And while we gaze their forms are gone.
2"He lived,--he died;" behold the sum,
The abstract of the historian's page!
Alike, in God's all-seeing eye,
The infant's day, the patriarch's age.
3O Father! in whose mighty hand
The boundless years and ages lie;
Teach us thy boon of life to prize,
And use the moments as they fly;
4To crowd the narrow span of life
With wise designs and virtuous deeds;
And bid us wake from death's dark night,
To share the glory that succeeds.

533. C. M. Collyer.

Prayer for Support in Death.

1When, bending o'er the brink of life,
My trembling soul shall stand,
And wait to pass death's awful flood,
Great God, at thy command;--
2Thou Source of life and joy supreme,
Whose arm alone can save,
Dispel the darkness that surrounds
The entrance to the grave.
3Lay thy supporting, gentle hand
Beneath my sinking head,
And let a beam of light divine
Illume my dying bed.

534. L. M. Watts.

Christ's Presence makes Death easy.

1Why should we start and fear to die!
What timorous worms we mortals are!
Death is the gate of endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.
2The pains, the groans, and dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away;
Still we shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay.
3O! if my Lord would come and meet,
My soul should stretch her wings in haste,
Fly fearless through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she past.
4Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are,
While on his breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there.

535. L. M. Anonymous.

Deliverance from the Fear of Death.

1O God of love! with cheering ray,
Gild our expiring hour of day;
Thy love, through each revolving year,
Has wiped away affliction's tear.
2Free us from death's terrific gloom,
And all the fear which shrouds the tomb;
Heighten our joys, support our head,
Before we sink among the dead.
3May death conclude our toils and tears!
May death destroy our sins and fears!
May death, through Jesus, be our friend!
May death be life, when life shall end!
4Crown our last moment with thy power--
The latest in our latest hour;
Till to the raptured heights we soar,
Where fears and death are known no more.

536. L. M. R. Hill.

Prayer for the dying Christian.

1Gently, my Father, let me down
To slumber in the arms of death:
I rest my soul on thee alone,
E'en till my last expiring breath.
2Soon will the storms of life be o'er,
And I shall enter endless rest:
There I shall live to sin no more,
And bless thy name forever blest.
3Bid me possess sweet peace within;
Let childlike patience keep my heart;
Then shall I feel my heaven begin,
Before my spirit hence depart.

537. C. M. Anonymous.

"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the Shadow of Death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me." Ps. 23.

1Thou must go forth alone, my soul!
Thou must go forth alone,
To other scenes, to other worlds,
That mortal hath not known.
Thou must go forth alone, my soul,--
To tread the narrow vale;
But He, whose word is sure, hath said
His comforts shall not fail.
2Thou must go forth alone, my soul,
Along the darksome way;
Where the bright sun has never shed
His warm and gladsome ray.
And yet the Sun of Righteousness
Shall rise amidst the gloom,
And scatter from thy trembling gaze
The shadows of the tomb.
3Thou must go forth alone, my soul!
To meet thy God above:
But shrink not--He hath said, my soul,
He is a God of love.
His rod and staff shall comfort thee
Across the dreary road,
Till thou shalt join the blessed ones
In heaven's serene abode.

538. 7s. & 4s. M. Mrs. Gilbert.

Prayer for Support in Death.

1When the vale of death appears,
Faint and cold this mortal clay,
O, my Father, soothe my fears,
Light me through the gloomy way;
Break the shadows,
Usher in eternal day;--
2Upward from this dying state
Bid my waiting soul aspire;
Open thou the crystal gate;
To thy praise attune my lyre:
Then, triumphant,
I will join th' immortal choir.

539. C. M. Anonymous.

The Happy Death.

1Lord, must we die? O let us die
Trusting in thee alone!
Our living testimony given,
Then leave our dying one.
2If we must die, O let us die
In peace with all mankind,
And change these fleeting joys below
For pleasures all refined.
3If we must die,--as die we must,--
Let some kind seraph come,
And bear us on his friendly wing
To our celestial home!
4Of Canaan's land, from Pisgah's top,
May we but have a view!
Though Jordan should o'erflow its banks,
We'll boldly venture through.

540. L. M. Montgomery.

The Hour of Death, and Entrance on Immortality.

1O God unseen--but not unknown!
Thine eye is ever fixed on me;
I dwell beneath thy secret throne,
Encompassed by thy deity.
2The moment comes when strength must fail,
When, health and hope and comfort flown,
I must go down into the vale
And shade of death, with thee alone:
3Alone with thee;--in that dread strife
Uphold me through mine agony,
And gently be this dying life
Exchanged for immortality.
4Then, when th' unbodied spirit lands
Where flesh and blood have never trod,
And in the unveiled presence stands
Of thee, my Saviour and my God:
5Be mine eternal portion this,
Since thou wert always here with me,
That I may view thy face in bliss,
And be for evermore with thee.

541. L. M. Doddridge.

Meditation on Death.

1Behold the path which mortals tread,
Down to the regions of the dead!
Nor will the fleeting moments stay,
Nor can we measure back our day.
2Our kindred and our friends are gone;
Know, O my soul! this doom my own;
Feeble as theirs my mortal frame,
The same my way, my home the same.
3Awake, my soul, thy way prepare,
And lose in this each mortal care;
With steady feet that path be trod,
Which, through the grave, conducts to God.
4Father! to thee my all I trust;
And if thou call me down to dust,
I know thy voice, I bless thy hand,
And die in peace at thy command.

542. 7s. M. Pope.

The Dying Christian to his Soul!

1Vital spark of heavenly flame!
Quit, O quit this mortal frame!
Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying,
O the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life!
2Hark! they whisper! angels say,
"Sister spirit, come away!"
What is this absorbs me quite,
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
3The world recedes!--it disappears!
Heaven opens on my eyes!--my ears
With sounds seraphic ring:
Lend, lend your wings! I mount, I fly!
O grave! where is thy victory?
O death! where is thy sting?

543. L. M. Mrs. Barbauld.

Death of the Righteous.

1Sweet is the scene when virtue dies!
When sinks a righteous soul to rest;
How mildly beam the closing eyes,
How gently heaves th' expiring breast!
2So fades a summer cloud away,
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er,
So gently shuts the eye of day,
So dies a wave along the shore.
3Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears,
Where lights and shades alternate dwell;
How bright th' unchanging morn appears!
Farewell, inconstant world, farewell!
4Life's duty done, as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies;
While heaven and earth combine to say,
"How blessed the righteous when he dies!"

544. C. M. Peabody.

The Christian's Death.

1Behold the western evening light!
It melts in deeper gloom;
So calm the righteous sink away,
Descending to the tomb.
The winds breathe low--the yellow leaf
Scarce whispers from the tree!
So gently flows the parting breath,
When good men cease to be.
2How beautiful, on all the hills,
The crimson light is shed!
'Tis like the peace the dying gives
To mourners round his bed.
How mildly on the wandering cloud
The sunset beam is cast!
So sweet the memory left behind,
When loved ones breathe their last.
3And lo! above the dews of night
The vesper star appears!
So faith lights up the mourner's heart,
Whose eyes are dim with tears.
Night falls, but soon the morning light
Its glories shall restore;
And thus the eyes that sleep in death
Shall wake, to close no more.

545. 7s. M. Anonymous.


1Clay to clay, and dust to dust!
Let them mingle--for they must!
Give to earth the earthly clod,
For the spirit's fled to God.
2Never more shall midnight's damp
Darken round this mortal lamp;
Never more shall noon-day's glance
Search this mortal countenance.
3Deep the pit, and cold the bed,
Where the spoils of death are laid;
Stiff the curtains, chill the gloom,
Of man's melancholy tomb.
4Look aloft! The spirit's risen--
Death cannot the soul imprison;
'Tis in heaven that spirits dwell,
Glorious, though invisible.

546. L. M. Watts.

The Same.

1Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb!
Take this new treasure to thy trust,
And give these sacred relics room
To seek a slumber in thy dust.
2Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear,
Invade thy bounds; no mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,
While angels watch the soft repose.
3So Jesus slept; God's dying Son
Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed;
Then rest, dear saint, till from his throne
The morning break, and pierce the shade.
4Break from his throne, illustrious morn!
Attend, O earth, his sovereign word!
Restore thy trust! the glorious form
Shall then arise to meet the Lord.

547. C. M. Watts.

"Blessed are the dead, who die in the Lord."

1Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims,
For all the pious dead;
Sweet is the savor of their names,
And soft their sleeping bed.
2They die in Jesus, and are blessed;
How kind their slumbers are!
From sufferings and from sin released,
And freed from every snare.
3Far from this world of toil and strife,
They're present with the Lord!
The labors of their mortal life
End in a large reward.

548. 7s. M. Wesley's Coll.

"Blessed are the dead, that die in the Lord."

1Hark! a voice divides the sky!
Happy are the faithful dead,
In the Lord who sweetly die!
They from all their toils are freed.
2Ready for their glorious crown,--
Sorrows past and sins forgiven,--
Here they lay their burthen down,
Hallowed and made meet for heaven.
3Yes! the Christian's course is run;
Ended is the glorious strife;
Fought the fight, the work is done;
Death is swallowed up in life.
4When from flesh the spirit freed
Hastens homeward to return,
Mortals cry, "A man is dead!"
Angels sing, "A child is born!"

549. L. M. Mrs. Mackay.

"Asleep in Christ."

1Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep!
From which none ever wakes to weep;
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the dread of foes.
2Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest!
Whose waking is supremely blest;
No fear, no woes shall dim that hour,
Which manifests the Saviour's power!
3Asleep in Jesus! time nor space
Debars this precious hiding place;
On Indian plains, or Lapland's snows,
Believers find the same repose.
4Asleep in Jesus! far from thee
Thy kindred and their graves may be;
But thine is still a blesséd sleep,
From which none ever wakes to weep.

550. C. M. 8l. Anonymous.

The Resurrection.

1All nature dies and lives again:
The flowers that paint the field,
The trees that crown the mountain's brow,
And boughs and blossoms yield,--
Resign the honors of their form
At winter's stormy blast,
And leave the naked, leafless plain
A desolated waste.
2Yet, soon reviving, plants and flowers
Anew shall deck the plain;
The woods shall hear the voice of spring,
And flourish green again.
So, to the dreary grave consigned,
Man sleeps in death's dark gloom,
Until th' eternal morning wake
The slumbers of the tomb.
3O may the grave become to me
The bed of peaceful rest,
Whence I shall gladly rise at length,
And mingle with the blessed!
Cheered by this hope, with patient mind
I'll wait Heaven's high decree,
Till the appointed period come
When death shall set me free.

551. C. M. Sir J. E. Smith.

The Changes of Nature Types of Immortality.

1As twilight's gradual veil is spread
Across the evening sky;
So man's bright hours decline in shade,
And mortal comforts die.
2The bloom of spring, the summer rose,
In vain pale winter brave;
Nor youth, nor age, nor wisdom knows
A ransom from the grave.
3But morning dawns and spring revives,
And genial hours return;
So man's immortal soul survives,
And scorns the mouldering urn.
4When this vain scene no longer charms,
Or swiftly fades away,
He sinks into a Father's arms,
Nor dreads the coming day.

552. Peculiar M. H. Ware, Jr.

Resurrection of Christ.

1Lift your glad voices in triumph on high,
For Jesus hath risen, and man cannot die:
Vain were the terrors that gathered around him,
And short the dominion of death and the grave;
He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound him
Resplendent in glory, to live and to save:
Loud was the chorus of angels on high,--
The Saviour hath risen, and man shall not die.
2Glory to God in full anthems of joy,
The being he gave us death cannot destroy:
Sad were the life we must part with to-morrow,
If tears were our birthright, and death were our end;
But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow,
And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend:
Lift, then, your voices in triumph on high,
For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die.

553. 7s. M. Cudworth.

The Same.

1Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day,
Sons of men and angels say;
Raise your songs of triumph high:
Sing, ye heavens, and, earth, reply.
2Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won;
Lo our Sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo! he sets in blood no more.
3Vain the stone, the watch, the seal;
Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids his rise;
Christ hath opened paradise.
4Soar we now where Christ hath led,
Following our exalted Head:
Made like him, like him we rise;
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.

554. C. M. Sir J. E. Smith.

Nature Transitory--the Soul Immortal.

1See lovely nature raise her head,
In various graces dressed;
Her lucid robe by ocean spread,
Her verdant, flowery vest.
2How glorious are those orbs of light,
In all their bright array,
That gem the ebon brow of night,
Or pour the blaze of day!
3One gem of purest ray, divine,
Alone disclaims her power;
Still brighter shall its glories shine,
When hers are seen no more.
4Her pageants pass, nor leave a trace
The soul no change shall fear;
The God of nature and of grace
Has stamped his image there.

555. C. M. Watts.

A Prospect of Heaven.

1There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Eternal day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
2There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers:
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.
3Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green:
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
And Jordan rolled between.
4O could we make our doubts remove,--
Those gloomy doubts that rise,--
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes.
5Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,--
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

556. S. M. Stennett.

Surpassing Glories of Eternity.

1How various and how new
Are thy compassions, Lord!
Each morning shall thy mercies show,--
Each night thy truth record.
2Thy goodness, like the sun,
Dawned on our early days,
Ere infant reason had begun
To form our lips to praise.
3But we expect a day
Still brighter far than this,
When death shall bear our souls away
To realms of light and bliss.
4Nor shall that radiant day,
So joyfully begun,
In evening shadows die away
Beneath the setting sun.
5How various and how new
Are thy compassions, Lord!
Eternity thy love shall show,
And all thy truth record.

557. 8s. & 6s. M. W. B. Tappan.

Heaven Anticipated.

1There is an hour of peaceful rest
To mourning wanderers given;
There is a joy for souls distressed,
A balm for every wounded breast;
'Tis found alone in heaven.
2There is a home for weary souls,
By sins and sorrows driven,
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And all is drear--'tis heaven.
3There faith lifts up the tearless eye,
The heart no longer riven,--
And views the tempest passing by,
Sees evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene in heaven.
4There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given;
There rays divine disperse the gloom;
Beyond the dark and narrow tomb
Appears the dawn of heaven.

558. C. M. Christian Psalmist.

The Society of Heaven.

1Jerusalem! my glorious home!
Name ever dear to me!
When shall my labors have an end
In joy, and peace and thee?
When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls
And pearly gates behold?
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold.
2There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know:
Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes
I onward press to you.
Why should I shrink at pain and woe?
Or feel at death dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.
3Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there,
Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.
Jerusalem! my glorious home!
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labors have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.

559. S. M. Mrs. Steele.


1Far from these scenes of night
Unbounded glories rise,
And realms of infinite delight,
Unknown to mortal eyes.
2No cloud those regions know,
Forever bright and fair;
For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.
3There night is never known,
Nor sun's faint, sickly ray;
But glory from th' eternal throne
Spreads everlasting day.
4O may this prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love!
And lively faith and strong desire
Bear every thought above.

560. L. M. Anonymous.

The World to Come.

1There is a world we have not seen,
That wasting time can ne'er destroy,
Where mortal footstep hath not been,
Nor ear hath caught its sounds of joy.
2That world to come! and O how blest!--
Fairer than prophets ever told;
And never did an angel-guest
One half its blessedness unfold.
3It is all holy and serene,--
The land of glory and repose;
And there, to dim the radiant scene,
No tear of sorrow ever flows.
4It is not fanned by summer gale;
'Tis not refreshed by vernal showers;
It never needs the moon-beam pale,
For there are known no evening hours.
5There forms unseen by mortal eye,
Too glorious for our sight to bear,
Are walking with their God on high,
And waiting our arrival there.

561. C. M. H. Ballou.

Heavenly Zion.

1Behold, on Zion's heavenly shore,
A pure and countless band,
Whose conflicts and whose toils are o'er,
In glorious order stand.
2From earth's remotest bounds they came,
From tribulations great,
And, through the victories of the Lamb,
Have reached the heavenly state.
3Hunger and thirst they know no more,
From burning heats refreshed;
The Lamb shall feed them from his store,
And give them endless rest.
4God all their tears shall wipe away,
And they his wonders tell,
While in his temple they shall stay,
And God with them shall dwell.

562. 7s. M. Raffles.

The Saints in Glory.

1High, in yonder realms of light,
Dwell the raptured saints above,
Far beyond our feeble sight,
Happy in Immanuel's love.
2Happy spirits, ye are fled
Where no grief can entrance find,
Lulled to rest the aching head,
Soothed the anguish of the mind.
3'Mid the chorus of the skies,
'Mid the angelic lyres above
Hark! their songs melodious rise,--
Songs of praise to Jesus' love.

563. S. M. R. Palmer.

Heavenly Rest.

1And is there, Lord, a rest,
For weary souls designed,
Where not a care shall stir the breast,
Or sorrow entrance find?
2Is there a blissful home,
Where kindred minds shall meet,
And live and love, nor ever roam
From that serene retreat?
3Forever blesséd they,
Whose joyful feet shall stand,
While endless ages waste away,
Amid that glorious land.
4My soul would thither tend,
While toilsome years are given;
Then let me, gracious God, ascend
To sweet repose in heaven.

564. L. M. Anonymous.

The Better Land.

1There is a land mine eye hath seen,
In visions of enraptured thought
So bright that all which spreads between
Is with its radiant glory fraught;--
2A land upon whose blissful shore
There rests no shadow, falls no stain;
There those who meet shall part no more,
And those long parted meet again.
3Its skies are not like earthly skies,
With varying hues of shade and light;
It hath no need of suns to rise,
To dissipate the gloom of night.
4There sweeps no desolating wind
Across that calm, serene abode;
The wanderer there a home may find,
Within the paradise of God.

565. C. H. M. Sacred Lyrics.

The Everlasting Bliss of Heaven.

1Heaven is the land where troubles cease,
Where toils and tears are o'er;--
The blissful clime of rest and peace,
Where cares distract no more;
And not the shadow of distress
Dims its unsullied blessedness.
2Heaven is the dwelling-place of joy,
The home of light and love,
Where faith and hope in rapture die,
And ransomed souls above
Enjoy, before th' eternal throne,
Bliss everlasting and unknown.


566. L. M. Bryant.

"Blessed are they that mourn."

1Deem not that they are blessed alone,
Whose days a peaceful tenor keep;
The God, who loves our race, has shown
A blessing for the eyes that weep.
2The light of smiles shall fill again
The lids that overflow with tears,
And weary hours of woe and pain
Are earnests of serener years.
3O, there are days of sunny rest
For every dark and troubled night!
Grief may abide, an evening guest,
But joy shall come with early light.
4And thou, who o'er thy friend's low bier
Sheddest the bitter drops like rain,
Hope that a brighter, happier sphere
Will give him to thy arms again.
5For God hath marked each anguished day,
And numbered every secret tear;
And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay
For all his children suffer here.

567. 12s. & 11s. M. Heber.

Farewell to a Friend Departed.

1Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee;
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb;
The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee;
And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom.
2Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee,
Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side:
But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,
And sinners may hope, since the Saviour hath died.
3Thou art gone to the grave; and, its mansion forsaking,
Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt lingered long;
But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy waking,
And the sound thou didst hear was the seraphim's song.
4Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee;
Since God was thy Refuge, thy Guardian, thy Guide;
He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee;
And death has no sting, since the Saviour hath died.

568. C. M. Barbauld.

The Mourner's Thoughts of Heaven.

1Not for the pious dead we weep;
Their sorrows now are o'er;
The sea is calm, the tempest past,
On that eternal shore.
2O, might some dream of visioned bliss,
Some trance of rapture, show
Where, on the bosom of their God,
They rest from human woe!
3Thence may their pure devotion's flame
On us, on us descend;
To us their strong aspiring hopes,
Their faith, their fervors lend.
4Let these our shadowy path illume,
And teach the chastened mind
To welcome all that's left of good,
To all that's lost resigned.

569. L. M. Norton.

Blessedness of the Pious Dead.

1O, stay thy tears; for they are blest,
Whose days are past, whose toil is done:
Here midnight care disturbs our rest;
Here sorrow dims the noonday sun.
2How blest are they whose transient years
Pass like an evening meteor's flight!
Not dark with guilt, nor dim with tears;
Whose course is short, unclouded, bright.
3O, cheerless were our lengthened way;
But Heaven's own light dispels the gloom,
Streams downward from eternal day,
And casts a glory round the tomb.
4O, stay thy tears: the blest above
Have hailed a spirit's heavenly birth,
And sung a song of joy and love;
Then why should anguish reign on earth?

570. S. M. Mrs. Sigourney.

"Weep for yourselves, and for your children."

1We mourn for those who toil,
The slave who ploughs the main,
Or him who hopeless tills the soil
Beneath the stripe and chain:
For those who, in the race,
O'erwearied and unblest,
A host of restless phantoms chase;--
Why mourn for those who rest?
2We mourn for those who sin?
Bound in the tempter's snare,
Whom syren pleasure beckons in
To prisons of despair;
Whose hearts, by passions torn,
Are wrecked on folly's shore;--
But why in sorrow should we mourn
For those who sin no more?
3We mourn for those who weep;
Whom stern afflictions bend
With anguish o'er the lowly sleep
Of lover or of friend:
But they to whom the sway
Of pain and grief is o'er,
Whose tears our God hath wiped away,
O mourn for them no more!

571. L. M. W. J. Loring.

"Weep not for me!"

1Why weep for those, frail child of woe,
Who've fled and left thee mourning here?
Triumphant o'er their latest foe,
They glory in a brighter sphere.
2Weep not for them;--beside thee now
Perhaps they watch with guardian care,
And witness tears that idly flow
O'er those who bliss of angels share.
3Or round their Father's throne, above,
With raptured voice his praise they sing;
Or on his messages of love,
They journey with unwearied wing.
4Weep, weep no more; their voices raise
The song of triumph high to God;
And wouldst thou join their song of praise,
Walk humbly in the path they trod.

572. S. H. M. Montgomery.

Friends die, but to live again.

1Friend after friend departs;
Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts,
That finds not here an end.
Were this frail world our only rest,
Living or dying, none were blest.
2There is a world above,
Where parting is unknown,--
A whole eternity of love
And blessedness alone;
And faith beholds the dying here,
Translated to that happier sphere.
3Thus, star by star declines
Till all are passed away,
As morning high and higher shines
To pure and perfect day.
Nor sink those stars in empty night--
They hide themselves in heaven's own light.

573. C. M. Anonymous.

Hope of Reunion above.

1When floating on life's troubled sea,
By storms and tempests driven,
Hope, with her radiant finger, points
To brighter scenes in heaven.
2She bids the storms of life to cease,
The troubled breast be calm;
And in the wounded heart she pours
Religion's healing balm.
3Her hallowed influence cheers life's hours
Of sadness and of gloom;
She guides us through this vale of tears,
To joys beyond the tomb.
4She bids the anguished heart rejoice:
Though earthly ties are riven,
We still may hope to meet again
In yonder peaceful heaven.

574. C. M. Watts.

Comfort under Bereavements.

1Why do we mourn departed friends,
Or shake at death's alarms?
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends
To call them to his arms.
2Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?
There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,
And left a long perfume.
3The graves of all his saints he blest,
And softened every bed:
Where should the dying members rest,
But with their dying Head?

575. 11s. & 10s. M. Spiritual Songs.

Invitation to the Mercy-seat.

1Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish;
Come, at the mercy-seat fervently kneel:
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.
2Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,
Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure,
Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying,
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.

576. 7s. M. J. H. Bancroft.

The Christian's Burial.

1Brother, though from yonder sky
Cometh neither voice nor cry,
Yet we know for thee to-day
Every pain hath passed away.
2Not for thee shall tears be given,
Child of God and heir of heaven;
For he gave thee sweet release;
Thine the Christian's death of peace.
3Well we know thy living faith
Had the power to conquer death;
As a living rose may bloom
By the border of the tomb.
4While we weep as Jesus wept,
Thou shall sleep as Jesus slept:
With thy Saviour thou shalt rest,
Crowned, and glorified and blest.

577. C. M. Anonymous.

Peaceful Death of the Righteous.

1I looked upon the righteous man,
And saw his parting breath,
Without a struggle or a sigh,
Serenely yield to death:
There was no anguish on his brow,
Nor terror in his eye;
The spoiler aimed a fatal dart,
But lost the victory.
2I looked upon the righteous man,
And heard the holy prayer
Which rose above that breathless form,
To soothe the mourners' care,
And felt how precious was the gift
He to his loved ones gave,--
The stainless memory of the just,
The wealth beyond the grave.
3I looked upon the righteous man;
And all our earthly trust
Of pleasure, vanity, or pride,
Seemed lighter than the dust,
Compared with his celestial gain,--
A home above the sky:
O, grant us, Lord, his life to live,
That we like him may die.

578. L. M. Fergus.

At a Funeral.

1Farewell! what power of words can tell
The sorrows of a last farewell,
When, standing by the mournful bier,
We mingle with our prayers a tear!
2When memory tells of days gone by,
Of blighted hope and vanished joy:
Bright hopes that withered like a flower,
Cut down and faded in an hour.
3Give forth thy chime, thou solemn bell,
Thou grave, unfold thy marble cell;
Oh earth! receive upon thy breast
The weary trav'ller to his rest.
4Oh God, extend thy arms of love,
A spirit seeketh thee above!
Ye heav'nly palaces unclose,
Receive the weary to repose!

579. C. M. L. H. Sigourney.

Burial of a Friend.

1As, bowed by sudden storms, the rose
Sinks on the garden's breast,
Down to the grave our brother goes,
In silence there to rest.
2No more with us his tuneful voice
The hymn of praise shall swell;
No more his cheerful heart rejoice
When peals the Sabbath bell.
3Yet, if, in yonder cloudless sphere
Amid a sinless throng,
He utters in his Saviour's ear
The everlasting song,--
4No more we'll mourn the absent friend,
But lift our earnest prayer,
And daily every effort bend
To rise and join him there.

580. C. M. Houghton.

The Re-union of Friends after Death.

1Blest be the hour when friends shall meet,
Shall meet to part no more,
And with celestial welcome greet,
On an immortal shore.
2Sweet hope, deep cherished, not in vain,
Now art thou richly crowned!
All that was dead revives again;
All that was lost is found!
3The parent eyes his long-lost child;
Brothers on brothers gaze:
The tear of resignation mild
Is changed to joy and praise.
4And while remembrance, lingering still,
Draws joy from sorrowing hours;
New prospects rise, new pleasures fill
The soul's capacious powers.
5Their Father fans their generous flame,
And looks complacent down;
The smile that owns their filial claim
Is their immortal crown.

581. L. M. Anonymous.

"Not lost, but gone before."

1Say, why should friendship grieve for those
Who safe arrive on Canaan's shore?
Released from all their hurtful foes,
They are not lost--but gone before.
2How many painful days on earth
Their fainting spirits numbered o'er!
Now they enjoy a heavenly birth;
They are not lost--but gone before.
3Dear is the spot where Christians sleep,
And sweet the strain which angels pour;
O why should we in anguish weep?
They are not lost--but gone before.

582. L. M. Epis. Coll.

Death of an Infant.

1As the sweet flower that scents the morn,
But withers in the rising day,
Thus lovely was this infant's dawn,
Thus swiftly fled its life away.
2It died ere its expanding soul
Had ever burnt with wrong desires,
Had ever spurned at Heaven's control,
Or ever quenched its sacred fires.
3Yet the sad hour that took the boy
Perhaps has spared a heavier doom,--
Snatched him from scenes of guilty joy,
Or from the pangs of ills to come.
4He died to sin; he died to care;
But for a moment felt the rod;
Then, rising on the viewless air,
Spread his light wings, and soared to God.

583. L. M. Steele.

The Same.

1So fades the lovely, blooming flower,
Frail, smiling solace of an hour;
So soon our transient comforts fly,
And pleasure only blooms to die.
2Is there no kind, no healing art,
To soothe the anguish of the heart?
Spirit of grace, be ever nigh:
Thy comforts are not made to die.
3Let gentle patience smile on pain,
Till dying hope revives again;
Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye,
And faith points upward to the sky.

584. C. M. Steele.

Death of a Child.

1Life is a span,--a fleeting hour:
How soon the vapor flies!
Man is a tender, transient flower,
That e'en in blooming dies.
2The once-loved form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs;
And nature weeps, her comforts fled,
And withered all her joys.
3Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,
When what we now deplore
Shall rise in full, immortal prime,
And bloom to fade no more.
4Cease, then, fond nature, cease thy tears;
Thy Saviour dwells on high;
There everlasting spring appears;
There joy shall never die.

585. 7s. & 6s. M. Anonymous.

Children in Heaven.

1In the broad fields of heaven,--
In the immortal bowers,
By life's clear river dwelling,
Amid undying flowers,--
There hosts of beauteous spirits,
Fair children of the earth,
Linked in bright bands celestial,
Sing of their human birth.
2They sing of earth and heaven,--
Divinest voices rise
To God, their gracious Father,
Who called them to the skies:
They all are there,--in heaven,--
Safe, safe, and sweetly blest;
No cloud of sin can shadow
Their bright and holy rest.

586. S. M. Wilson.

Death of a Young Girl.

1What though the stream be dead,
Its banks all still and dry!
It murmurs o'er a lovelier bed,
In air-groves of the sky.
2What though our bird of light
Lie mute with plumage dim;
In heaven I see her glancing bright,
I hear her angel hymn.
3True that our beauteous doe
Hath left her still retreat,
But purer now in heavenly snow,
She lies at Jesus' feet.
4O star! untimely set!
Why should we weep for thee!
Thy bright and dewy coronet
Is rising o'er the sea.

587. 7s. M. Anonymous.

Dirge for an Infant.

1Lay her gently in the dust;
Grievous task, but oh! ye must!
Hear the sentence, "earth to earth,
Spirit to immortal birth;"
Youthful, gentle, undefiled,
Angels nurture now the child!
2Upward soaring, like the dove,
Bearing with her chains of love;
Not to draw her spirit back,
But to smooth her upward track:
Her, the youngest of thy fold,
Angels watch with love untold!
3With the Rock of Ages trust,
That which was enshrined in dust;
Robed in ever-spotless white,
In an atmosphere of light,
By the never-failing springs
Rests she now her weary wings.

588. C. M. H. Bacon.

Death of a Child.

1Thou gavest, and we yield to thee,
God of the human heart!
For bitter though grief's cup may be,
Thou givest but our part.
2O, thou canst bid our grief be stilled,
Yet not rebuke our tears;
How large a place his presence filled!
How vacant it appears!
3We mourn the sunshine of his smile,
The tendrils of his love;
Oh, was he loved too well the while
Ere he was called above?
4Our chastened spirits bow in prayer,
And blend all prayers in one,--
Give us the hope to meet him there,
When life's full task is done.

589. C. M. Mrs. Hemans.

Death of the Young.

1Calm on the bosom of thy God,
Young spirit, rest thee now!
E'en while with us thy footsteps trod
His seal was on thy brow.
2Dust, to its narrow house beneath!
Soul, to its place on high!
They that have seen thy look in death,
No more may fear to die.
3Lone are the paths, and sad the bowers,
Whence thy meek smile is gone;
But O, a brighter home than ours,
In heaven is now thine own.

590. 8s & 7s. M. S. F. Smith.

Death of a Young Girl.

1Sister, thou wast mild and lovely,
Gentle as the summer breeze,
Pleasant as the air of evening,
When it floats among the trees.
2Peaceful be thy silent slumber--
Peaceful in the grave so low:
Thou no more wilt join our number;
Thou no more our songs shalt know.
3Dearest sister, thou hast left us;
Here thy loss we deeply feel;
But 'tis God that hath bereft us:
He can all our sorrows heal.
4Yet again we hope to meet thee,
When the day of life is fled,
Then in heaven with joy to greet thee,
Where no farewell tear is shed.

591. 8s. & 7s. M. Bap. Memorial.

Burial of a Christian Brother.

1Brother, rest from sin and sorrow;
Death is o'er and life is won;
On thy slumber dawns no morrow:
Rest; thine earthly race is run.
2Brother, wake; the night is waning;
Endless day is round thee poured;
Enter thou the rest remaining
For the people of the Lord.
3Brother, wake; for he who loved thee,--
He who died that thou mightst live,--
He who graciously approved thee,--
Waits thy crown of joy to give.
4Fare thee well; though woe is blending
With the tones of earthly love,
Triumph high and joy unending
Wait thee in the realms above.

592. 10s. M. Montgomery.

Death of a Christian in his prime.

1Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime,
In full activity of zeal and power;
A Christian cannot die before his time,
The Lord's appointment is the servant's hour.
2Go to the grave; at noon from labor cease;
Rest on thy sheaves, thy harvest task is done;
Come from the heat of battle and in peace,
Soldier, go home; with thee the fight is won.
3Go to the grave, for there thy Saviour lay
In death's embraces, ere he rose on high;
And all the ransomed, by that narrow way,
Pass to eternal life beyond the sky.
4Go to the grave:--no, take thy seat above;
Be thy pure spirit present with the Lord,
Where thou for faith and hope hast perfect love,
And open vision for the written word.

593. S. M. Montgomery.

On the Death of an aged Christian.

"I have fought a good fight; I have finished my course."

1Servant of God, well done!
Rest from thy loved employ:
The battle fought, the victory won,
Enter thy Master's joy.
The voice at midnight came,
He started up to hear;
A mortal arrow pierced his frame--
He fell, but felt no fear.
2Tranquil amidst alarms,
It found him on the field,
A veteran slumbering on his arms,
Beneath his red-cross shield
His spirit, with a bound,
Burst its encumbering clay;
His tent, at sunrise, on the ground,
A darkened ruin lay.
3The pains of death are past,
Labor and sorrow cease,
And, life's long warfare closed at last,
His soul is found in peace.
Soldier of Christ! well done!
Praise be thy new employ;
And while eternal ages run,
Rest in thy Saviour's joy.

594. C. M. Dale.

Death of a Christian.

1Dear as thou wert, and justly dear,
We will not weep for thee:
One thought shall check the starting tear
It is, that thou art free.
2And thus shall faith's consoling power
The tears of love restrain:
O, who that saw thy parting hour
Could wish thee here again!
3Triumphant in thy closing eye
The hope of glory shone;
Joy breathed in thy expiring sigh,
To think the race was run.
4The passing spirit gently fled,
Sustained by grace divine;
O, may such grace on us be shed,
And make our end like thine.

595. L. M. Fawcett.

Death of Parents.

1The God of mercy will indulge
The flowing tear, the heaving sigh,
When honored parents fall around,
When friends beloved and kindred die.
2Yet not one anxious, murmuring thought
Should with our mourning passions blend;
Nor should our bleeding hearts forget
Their mighty, ever-living Friend.
3Parent, Protector, Guardian, Guide,
Thou art each tender name in one;
On thee we cast our every care,
And comfort seek from thee alone.
4To thee, our Father, would we look,
Our Rock, our Portion, and our Friend,
And on thy gracious love and truth
With humble, steadfast hope depend.

596. 7s. M. H. S. Washburn.

The Pastor's Funeral.

1Father, gathered round the bier,
Aid thy weeping children here;
All our stricken hearts deplore
Loss of him we meet no more.
2Tender are the rites we pay,
Pastor, o'er thy sleeping clay;
We, who late the welcome gave,
Must we bear thee to thy grave?
3Earth, unto thy faithful trust,
We commit this precious dust,
There, by pain no more oppressed,
Brother, thou wilt sweetly rest.
4Glorious will that morning break,
When the dead in Christ shall wake;
Joy and grief our bosoms swell,
Brother, pastor, guide, farewell.

597. P. M. Anonymous.

Death of a Minister.

1On Zion's holy walls
Is quenched a beacon-light,
In vain the watchman calls--
"Sentry! what of the night?"
No answering voice is here,
Say--does the soldier sleep?
O yes--upon the bier,
His watch no more to keep.
2Still is that heaven-touched tongue,
Pulseless the throbbing breast;
That voice with music strung,
Forever put to rest.
To rest? A living thought,
Undimmed, unquenched, he soars
An essence, spirit-wrought,
Of yon immortal shores.
3Peace to thee, man of God!
Thine earthly toils are o'er,
The thorny path is trod,
The Shepherd trod before,--
Full well he kept his word--
"I'm with thee to the end;
Fear not! I am the Lord,
Thy never-failing friend!"
4We weave no dirge for thee,
It should not call a tear
To know that thou art free;
Thy home--it was not here!
Joy to thee, man of God!
Thy heaven-course is begun,
Unshrinking, thou has trod
Death's vale,--thy race is run.

598. 8s. & 7s. M. L. H. Sigourney.

The Same.

1Pastor, thou art from us taken
In the glory of thy years,
As the oak, by tempests shaken,
Falls ere time its verdure sears.
2Pale and cold we see thee lying
In God's temple, once so dear,
And the mourner's bitter sighing
Falls unheeded on thine ear.
3All thy love and zeal, to lead us
Where immortal fountains flow,
And on living bread to feed us,
In our fond remembrance glow.
4May the conquering faith, that cheered thee
When thy foot on Jordan pressed,
Guide our spirits while we leave thee
In the tomb that Jesus blessed.

599. C. M. Doddridge.

The Same.

1What though the arm of conquering death
Does God's own house invade;
What though our teacher and our friend
Is numbered with the dead;--
2Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust,
The aged and the young;
The watchful eye in darkness closed,
And dumb th' instructive tongue?
3Th' eternal Shepherd still survives,
His teaching to impart:
Lord, be our Leader and our Guide,
And rule and keep our heart.
4Yes, while the dear Redeemer lives,
We have a boundless store,
And shall be fed with what he gives,
Who lives for evermore.

600. 7s. & 6s. M. C. Wesley.

Adieu to a Departed Christian Friend.

1Farewell, thou once a mortal,
Our poor, afflicted friend;
Go, pass the heavenly portal,
To God, thy glorious end.
2The Author of thy being
Hath summoned thee away;
And faith is lost in seeing,
And night in endless day.
3With those that went before thee,
The saints of ancient days,
Who shine in sacred story,
Thy soul hath found its place.
4No loss of friends shall grieve thee;
That--we alone must bear;
They cannot, cannot leave thee,
Thy kind companions there.
5From all thy care and sorrow
Thou art escaped to-day;
And we shall mount to-morrow,
And soar to thee away.

601. 7s. M. C. Wesley.

The Christian's Death.

1Lo! the prisoner is released,
Lightened of his fleshly load;
Where the weary are at rest,
He is gathered unto God:
Lo! the pain of life is past,
And his warfare now is o'er;
Death and hell behind are cast,
Grief and suffering are no more,
2Yes! the Christian's course is run,
Ended is the glorious strife;
Fought the fight, the crown is won,
Death is swallowed up of life;
Borne by angels on their wings,
Far from earth his spirit flies
To the Lord he loved, and sings
Triumphing in paradise.
3Join we then with one accord
In the new and joyful song;
Absent from our glorious Lord
We shall not continue long:
We shall quit the house of clay,
Better joys with him to share;
We shall see the realms of day,
We shall meet our brethren there.

602. C. M. Knowles.

The Mourner Comforted.

1O, weep not for the joys that fade
Like evening lights away,
For hopes that, like the stars decayed,
Have left thy mortal day;
The clouds of sorrow will depart,
And brilliant skies be given;
For bliss awaits the holy heart,
Amid the bowers of heaven.
2O weep not for the friends that pass
Into the lonely grave,
As breezes sweep the withered grass
Along the restless wave;
For though thy pleasures may depart,
And mournful days be given;
Yet bliss awaits the holy heart,
When friends rejoin in heaven.

603. C. M. Wilson.

Consolations in Bereavement.

1The air of death breathes through our souls,
The dead all round us lie;
By day and night the death-bell tolls,
And says, "Prepare to die!"
2The loving ones we loved the best,
Like music all are gone;
And the wan moonlight bathes in rest,
Their monumental stone.
3But not when the death-prayer is said,
The life of life departs:
The body in the grave is laid,
Its beauty in our hearts.
4This frame, O God, this feeble breath,
Thy hand may soon destroy;
We think of thee, and feel in death
A deep and awful joy.
5Dim is the light of vanished years
In glory yet to come;
O idle grief! O foolish tears!
When Jesus calls us home.

604. S. M. Ch. Psalmody.

The Peaceful Death of the Righteous.

1O, for the death of those
Who slumber in the Lord!
O, be like theirs my last repose,
Like theirs my last reward!
2Their ransomed spirits soar,
On wings of faith and love,
To meet the Saviour they adore,
And reign with him above.
3With us their names shall live
Through long-succeeding years,
Embalmed with all our hearts can give,--
Our praises and our tears.

605. L. M. 6l. Sarah F. Adams.

"And they found the stone rolled away from the sepulchre."

1The mourners came at break of day
Unto the garden-sepulchre;
With darkened hearts to weep and pray,
For him, the loved one buried there.
What radiant light dispels the gloom?
An angel sits beside the tomb.
2Then mourn we not beloved dead,
E'en while we come to weep and pray;
The happy spirit far hath fled.
To brighter realms of endless day;
Immortal hope dispels the gloom!
An angel sits beside the tomb.


606. C. M. Anonymous.

"Trust ye in the Lord."

1When grief and anguish press me down,
And hope and comfort flee,
I cling, O Father, to thy throne,
And stay my heart on thee.
2When clouds of dark temptation rise,
And pour their wrath on me,
To thee for aid I turn my eyes,
And fix my trust on thee.
3When death invades my peaceful home,
The sundered ties shall be
A closer bond in time to come,
To bind my heart to thee.
4Lord,--"Not my will but thine be done!"
My soul from fear set free,
Her faith shall anchor at thy throne,
And trust alone in thee.

607. L. M. Doddridge.

Weeping Seed-Time and Joyful Harvest. Ps. 126.

1The darkened sky, how thick it lowers!
Troubled with storms, and big with showers,
No cheerful gleam of light appears,
And nature pours forth all her tears.
2But seeds of ecstasy unknown
Are in these watered furrows sown:
See the green blades, how thick they rise,
And with fresh verdure bless our eyes!
3In secret foldings they contain
Unnumbered ears of golden grain:
And heaven shall pour its beams around,
Till the ripe harvest load the ground.
4Then shall the trembling mourner come
And bind his sheaves and bear them home;
The voice long broke with sighs shall sing,
Till heaven with hallelujahs ring.

608. L. M. 6l. Grant.

"He is able to save unto the uttermost."

1When vexing thoughts within me rise,
And, sore dismayed, my spirit dies;
Yet he who once vouchsafed to bear
The sick'ning anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry,
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.
2When, mourning, o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend,
And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me for a little while;
Thou, Saviour, mark'st the tears I shed,
For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead.
3And oh, when I have safely past
Through every conflict but the last,
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My painful bed--for thou hast died;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.

609. C. M. Cotton.

God, the Refuge of the Afflicted.

1Affliction is a stormy deep,
Where wave resounds to wave;
Though o'er our heads the billows roll,
We know the Lord can save.
2When darkness and when sorrows rose,
And pressed on every side,
The Lord hath still sustained our steps,
And still hath been our Guide.
3Perhaps, before the morning dawn,
He will restore our peace;
For he who bade the tempest roar,
Can bid the tempest cease.
4Here will we rest, here build our hopes,
Nor murmur at his rod;
He's more to us than all the world,
Our Health, our Life, our God.

610. L. M. Miss Dodd.

"Thy will be done."

1My Father, grant thy presence nigh
To bear aloft my sinking soul,
When sorrow o'er my pathway here
In widely whelming waves doth roll.
O, teach mine else unguarded heart,
The clouds of gloomy doubt to shun,
To bow unto thy chastening hand,
And meekly say "Thy will be done."
2Though dark to us thy ways may seem,
Thy needful chastisements severe;
Thou dost not willingly afflict,
Nor grieve thy erring children here.
O, teach my heart to lean on thee,
To faith and resignation won,
To see thy love in all its ways,
And humbly say, "Thy will be done."

611. 7s. M. Anonymous.

Holy Contentment.

1Lord, my times are in thy hand:
All my fondest hopes have planned
To thy wisdom I resign,
And would make thy purpose mine.
2Thou my daily task shalt give;
Day by day to thee I live:
So shall added years fulfil
Not my own, my Father's will.
3Fond ambition, whisper not;
Happy is my humble lot:
Anxious, busy cares, away;
I'm provided for to-day.
4O, to live exempt from care,
By the energy of prayer,
Strong in faith, with mind subdued,
Yet elate with gratitude!

612. L. M. 6l. Anonymous.

Invocation of our Father's Presence.

1O Father,--draw us after thee!
So shall we run and never tire;
Thy presence still our comfort be,
Our hope, our joy, our sole desire;
Thy Spirit grant;--for neither fear
Nor sin can come, while that is here.
2From all eternity, with love
Unchangeable, thou hast us viewed;
Before these beating hearts did move,
Thy tender mercies us pursued:
Ever with us may they abide,
And close us in on every side.
3In suffering be thy love our peace;
In weakness be thy love our power;
And when the storms of life shall cease,
O God! in that important hour,
In death as life be thou our guide,
And bear us through death's whelming tide.

613. C. M. Heginbotham.

Praising God in all Changes.

1Father of mercies, God of love,
My Father and my God!
I'll sing the honors of thy name;
And spread thy praise abroad.
2In every period of my life,
Thy thoughts of love appear;
Thy mercies gild each transient scene,
And crown each lengthening year.
3In all these mercies may my soul
A father's bounty see:
Nor let the gifts thy grace bestows
Estrange my heart from thee.
4Then will I close my eyes in death,
Free from distressing fear;
For death itself is life, my God,
If thou art with me there.

614. 7s. M. Cowper.

Welcome, Cross.

1'Tis my happiness below
Not to live without the cross,
But the Saviour's power to know,
Sanctifying every loss:
Trials must and will befall;
But with humble faith to see
Love inscribed upon them all,--
This is happiness to me.
2God in Israel sows the seeds
Of affliction, pain and toil:
These spring up and choke the weeds
Which would else o'erspread the soil:
Trials make the promise sweet;
Trials give new life to prayer;
Trials bring me to his feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there.

615. L. M. Anonymous.

"Thy will be done."

1When called, O Lord, to mourn the doom
Of one affection held most dear,--
While o'er the closing, silent tomb,
The bleeding heart distils the tear,--
Though love its tribute sure will pay,
And early streams of solace shun,
Still, still the humble soul would say,
In lowly dust, "Thy will be done."
2Whate'er, O Lord, thou hast designed
To bring my soul to thee in trust,
If miseries or afflictions kind,--
For all thy dealings, Lord, are just,--
Take all, but grant, in goodness free,
That love which ne'er thy stroke should shun;
Support this heart and strengthen me
To say in faith, "Thy will be done."

616. C. M. Doddridge.

"My times are in thy hand."

1To Thee, my God, my days are known;
My soul enjoys the thought;
My actions all before thy face,
Nor are my faults forgot.
2Each secret breath devotion vents
Is vocal to thine ear;
And all my walks of daily life
Before thine eye appear.
3Each golden hour of beaming light
Is gilded by thy rays;
And dark affliction's midnight gloom
A present God surveys.
4Full in thy view through life I pass,
And in thy view I die;
And when each mortal bond is broke,
Shall find my God is nigh.

617. C. M. Tate & Brady.

Praising God through all Changes.

1Through all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.
2Of his deliverance I will boast,
Till all who are distressed
From my example comfort take,
And charm their griefs to rest.
3The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just;
Deliverance he affords to all
Who in his succor trust.
4O make but trial of his love!
Experience will decide
How blest they are, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.

618. S. M. Watts.

Trusting in God.

1From early dawning light
Till evening shades arise,
For thy salvation, Lord, I wait,
With ever-longing eyes.
2Remember all thy grace,
And lead me in thy truth;
Forgive the sins of riper days,
And follies of my youth.
3The Lord is just and kind;
The meek shall learn his ways,
And every humble sinner find
The blessings of his grace.

619. C. M. Cowper.

Resignation and Trust.

1O Lord, my best desire fulfil,
And help me to resign
Life, health and comfort to thy will,
And make thy pleasure mine.
2Why should I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at thy gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?
3No! let me rather freely yield
What most I prize, to thee;
Who never hast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold from me.
4But ah! my inmost spirit cries,
Still bind me to thy sway;
Else the next cloud that veils the skies,
Drives all these thoughts away.

620. L. M. Bowring.

The Same.

1On light-beams breaking from above,
The eternal course of mercy runs;
And by ten thousand cords of love
Our heavenly Father guides his sons.
2Amidst affliction's thickest host,
And sorrow's darkest, mightiest band,
The heavenly cord is drawn the most,
And most is felt the heavenly hand.
3Oh, be it mine to feel, to see
Through earth's perplexed and varying road,
The cords that link us, God, to thee,
And draw us to thine own abode.

621. L. M. Norton.

Trust and Submission.

1My God, I thank thee! may no thought
E'er deem thy chastisements severe;
But may this heart, by sorrow taught,
Calm each wild wish, each idle fear.
2Thy mercy bids all nature bloom;
The sun shines bright, and man is gay;
Thine equal mercy spreads the gloom,
That darkens o'er his little day.
3Full many a throb of grief and pain
Thy frail and erring child must know:
But not one prayer is breathed in vain,
Nor does one tear unheeded flow.
4Thy various messengers employ;
Thy purposes of love fulfil;
And 'mid the wreck of human joy,
Let kneeling faith adore thy will.

622. C. M. Watts.

Confidence in God.

1Soon as I heard my Father say,
"Ye children, seek my grace,"
My heart replied without delay,
"I'll seek my Father's face."
2Let not thy face be hid from me,
Nor frown my soul away;
God of my life, I fly to thee
In each distressing day.
3Should friends and kindred, near and dear,
Leave me to want, or die,
My God will make my life his care,
And all my need supply.
4Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints
And keep your courage up;
He'll raise your spirit when it faints,
And far exceed your hope.

623. C. M.

Comforts of Religion.

1When gloomy thoughts and boding fears
The trembling heart invade,
And all the face of nature wears
A universal shade,--
2Religion's dictates can assuage
The tempest of the soul;
And every fear shall cease to rage,
At her divine control.
3When feeble reason, tired and blind,
Sinks helpless and afraid,
This blest supporter of the mind
Affords a powerful aid.
4O may our hearts confess her power,
And find a sweet relief,
To brighten every gloomy hour,
And soften every grief!

624. L. M. Tate & Brady.

Confidence in the Divine Care.

1No change of times shall ever shock
My firm affection, Lord, to thee;
For thou hast always been a rock,
A fortress and defence to me.
2Thou my Deliverer art, my God;
My trust is in thy mighty power;
Thou art my shield from foes abroad,
At home my safeguard and my tower.
3To heaven I made my mournful prayer,
To God addressed my humble moan,
Who graciously inclined his ear,
And heard me from his lofty throne.
4Who, then, deserves to be adored,
But God, on whom my hopes depend?
Or who, except the mighty Lord,
Can with resistless power defend?

625. C. P. M. Cotton.

Contentment and Resignation.

1If solid happiness we prize,
Within our breasts the jewel lies;
Nor need we roam abroad:
The world has little to bestow;
From pious hearts our joys must flow,
Hearts that delight in God.
2To be resigned, when ills betide,
Patient, when favors are denied,
And pleased with favors given;
This is the wise, the virtuous part;
This is that incense of the heart,
Whose fragrance reaches heaven.
3Thus through life's changing scenes we'll go,
Its checkered paths of joy and woe,
With holy care we'll tread:
Quit its vain scenes without a tear,
Without a trouble or a fear,
And mingle with the dead.

626. C. M. Aveling.

Fear not.

1Whene'er the clouds of sorrow roll,
And trials whelm the mind,--
When, faint with grief, thy wearied soul
No joys on earth can find,--
Then lift thy voice to God on high,
Dry up the trembling tear,
And hush the low complaining sigh:
Fear not; thy God is near.
2When dark temptations spread their snares
And earth with charms allures,
And when thy soul, oppressed with fears,
The world's assault endures,
Then let thy Father's friendly voice
Thy fainting spirit cheer,
And bid thy trembling heart rejoice:
Fear not; thy God is near.
3And when the final hour shall come,
That calls thee to thy rest,
To dwell within thy heavenly home,
A welcome, joyful guest,
Be calm; though Jordan's waves may roll,
No ills shall meet thee there;
Angels shall whisper to thy soul,
Fear not; thy God is near.

627. C. M. Doddridge.

Trust in the Presence and Help of God.

1And art thou with us, gracious Lord,
To dissipate our fear?
Dost thou proclaim thyself our God,
Our God forever near?
2Doth thy right hand, which formed the earth,
And bears up all the skies,
Stretch from on high its friendly aid,
When dangers round us rise?
3On this support our souls shall lean,
And banish every care;
The gloomy vale of death will smile,
If God be with us there.
4While we his gracious succor prove,
'Midst all our various ways,
The darkest shades, through which we pass,
Shall echo with his praise.

628. L. M. Beddome.


1Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will!
Tumultuous passions, all be still!
Nor let one murmuring thought arise;
His ways are just, his counsels wise.
2He in the thickest darkness dwells,
Performs his work,--the cause conceals;
But though his methods are unknown,
Judgment and truth support his throne.
3In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas,
He executes his firm decrees;
And by his saints it stands confessed
That what he does is ever best.

629. C. M. Burder's Coll.

Rejoicing in Adversity.

1What though no flowers the fig-tree clothe
Though vines their fruit deny,
The labor of the olive fail,
And fields no meat supply;--
2Though from the fold, with sad surprise,
My flock cut off I see;
Though famine reign in empty stalls,
Where herds were wont to be;--
3Yet in the Lord will I be glad,
And glory in his love;
In him I'll joy, who will the God
Of my salvation prove.
4God is the treasure of my soul,
The source of lasting joy--
A joy which want shall not impair,
Nor death itself destroy.

630. C. M. Anonymous.

"Blessed are they that mourn."

1In trouble and in grief, O God,
Thy smile hath cheered my way;
And joy hath budded from each thorn
That round my footsteps lay.
2The hours of pain have yielded good,
Which prosperous days refused;
As herbs, though scentless when entire,
Spread fragrance when they're bruised.
3The oak strikes deeper as its boughs
By furious blasts are driven;
So life's vicissitudes the more
Have fixed my heart in heaven.
4All-gracious Lord! whate'er my lot
In other times may be,
I'll welcome still the heaviest grief,
That brings me near to thee.

631. L. M. Bowring.

God Merciful in Affliction.

1Mysterious are the ways of God,
And fear and blindness oft repine;
We murmur 'neath his chastening rod,
Because we read not his design.
2Impending clouds his love has spread
O'er this low vale where mortals dwell;
And oft we mourn his spirit fled,
When adverse tempests round us swell.
3But in those storms that sometimes roll,
Our mortal dwellings dark above,
Whose threatening shades dismay the soul,
Dwells the bright presence of his love.
4We cannot see him--not a ray
Of all his glory there appears,
And oft we thread our darkened way,
Trembling with anxious doubts and fears.
5Yet faith still looks beyond the gloom,
While hope's bright star illumes our night;
Pilgrims of earth! though dark the tomb,
It leads to scenes of bliss and light.

632. C. M. Moore.

"He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds."

1O Thou who driest the mourner's tear,
How dark this world would be,
If, when deceived and wounded here,
We could not fly to thee!
2But thou wilt heal that broken heart,
Which like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part,
Breathes sweetness out of woe.
3When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And e'en the hope that threw
A moment's sparkle o'er our tears
Is dimmed and vanished too;
4O, who would bear life's stormy doom,
Did not thy wing of love
Come, brightly wafting through the gloom
Our peace-branch from above?
5Then sorrow touched by thee grows bright,
With more than rapture's ray;
The darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day.

633. C. M. Drummond.

"God is our refuge and strength; a very present help in trouble."

1Bereft of all, when hopeless care
Would sink us to the tomb,
O what can save us from despair?
What dissipate the gloom?
2No balm that earthly plants distil
Can soothe the mourner's smart;
No mortal hand with lenient skill
Bind up the broken heart.
3But One alone, who reigns above,
Our woe to peace can turn,
And light the lamp of joy and love
That long has ceased to burn.
4Then, O my soul, to that One flee,
To God thy woes reveal;
His eye alone thy wounds can see,
His hand alone can heal.

634. L. M. Montgomery.

The Same.

1God is our refuge and defence,
In trouble our unfailing aid;
Secure in his omnipotence,
What foe can make our soul afraid?
2Yea, though the earth's foundations rock,
And mountains down the gulf be hurled,
His people smile amid the shock,
They look beyond this transient world.
3There is a river pure and bright,
Whose streams make glad the heavenly plains,
Where, in eternity of light,
The city of our God remains.
4Built by the word of his command,
With his unclouded presence blessed,
Firm as his throne the bulwarks stand;
There is our home, our hope, our rest.

635. C. M. Anonymous.

Trust amid the Severities of God.

1Thou Power supreme, whose mighty scheme
These woes of mine fulfil,
Here, firm, I rest; they must be best,
Because they are thy will.
2Then all I want,--O do thou grant
This one request of mine,--
Since to enjoy thou dost deny,
Assist me to resign.


636. 7s. & 6s. M. Montgomery.

Confidence in God. Ps. 27.

1God is my strong salvation;
What foe have I to fear?
In darkness and temptation
My Light, my Help, is near.
Though hosts encamp around me,
Firm to the fight I stand;
What terror can confound me
With God at my right hand?
2Place on the Lord reliance;
My soul, with courage wait;
His truth be thine affiance,
When faint and desolate;
His might thine heart shall strengthen;
His love thy joy increase;
Mercy thy days shall lengthen;
The Lord will give thee peace.

637. S. M. Moravian.

Reliance on God.

1Give to the winds thy fears;
Hope and be undismayed;
God hears thy sighs, God counts thy tears;
God shall lift up thy head.
2Through waves, through clouds and storms,
He gently clears thy way;
Wait thou his time, so shall the night
Soon end in joyous day.
3He everywhere hath rule,
And all things serve his might;
His every act pure blessing is,
His path unsullied light.
4Thou seest our weakness, Lord,
Our hearts are known to thee:
O, lift thou up the sinking hand,
Confirm the feeble knee!
5Let us, in life or death,
Boldly thy truth declare;
And publish, with our latest breath,
Thy love and guardian care.

638. L. M. Doddridge.

Praising God in Life and in Death.

1God of my life! through all its days
My grateful powers shall sound thy praise;
The song shall wake with opening light,
And warble to the silent night.
2When anxious cares would break my rest,
And griefs would tear my throbbing breast,
Thy tuneful praises, raised on high,
Shall check the murmur and the sigh.
3But, O, when that last conflict's o'er,
And I am chained to flesh no more;
With what glad accents shall I rise
To join the music of the skies!
4Soon shall I learn the exalted strains
Which echo o'er the heavenly plains;
And emulate, with joy unknown,
The glowing seraphs round thy throne.

639. H. M. Doddridge.

Faithfulness of God's Promise.

1The promises I sing,
Which sovereign love hath spoke;
Nor will the eternal King
His words of grace revoke;
They stand secure,
And steadfast still;
Not Zion's hill
Abides so sure.
2The mountains melt away,
When once the Judge appears,
And sun and moon decay,
That measure mortal years;
But still the same,
In radiant lines,
The promise shines,
Through all the flame.

640. C. M. Watts.


1Salvation! O, the joyful sound!
'Tis pleasure to our ears,
A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.
2Buried in sorrow and in sin,
At death's dark door we lay;
But we arise, by grace divine,
To see a heavenly day.
3Salvation! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.

641. 8s. & 7s. M. Dublin Coll.

Praise from Earth and Heaven.

1Praise the Lord! ye heavens adore him;
Praise him, angels in the height;
Sun and moon rejoice before him;
Praise him, all ye stars of light!
Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken;
Worlds his mighty voice obeyed;
Laws which never can be broken,
For their guidance he hath made.
2Praise the Lord! for he is glorious,
Never shall his promise fail;
God hath made his saints victorious,
Sin and death shall not prevail:
Praise the God of our salvation,
Hosts on high his power proclaim;
Heaven and earth, and all creation,
Praise and magnify his name!

642. C. M. Watts.

Experience of God's Grace.

1When God revealed his gracious name,
And changed my mournful state,
My rapture seemed a pleasing dream,
The grace appeared so great.
2The world beheld the glorious change,
And did thy hand confess;
My tongue broke out in unknown strains,
And sung surprising grace.
3The Lord can clear the darkest skies,
Can give us day for night;
Make drops of sacred sorrow rise
To rivers of delight.
4Let those, who sow in sadness, wait
Till the fair harvest come;
They shall confess their sheaves are great,
And shout the blessings home.

643. C. M. Beddome.

Fear not.

1Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears;
Be mercy all your theme;
For mercy like a river flows,
In one perpetual stream.
2Fear not the powers of earth and hell;
God will those powers restrain;
His arm will all their rage repel,
And make their efforts vain.
3Fear not the want of outward good;
For his he will provide,
Grant them supplies of daily food,
And give them heaven beside.
4Fear not that he will e'er forsake,
Or leave his work undone;
He's faithful to his promises,
And faithful to his Son.

644. C. M. Heginbotham.

Rejoicing in God, our Father.

1Come, shout aloud the Father's grace,
And sing the Saviour's love;
Soon shall you join the glorious theme,
In loftier strains above.
2God, the eternal, mighty God,
To dearer names descends;
Calls us his treasure and his joy,
His children and his friends.
3My Father, God! and may these lips
Pronounce a name so dear?
Not thus could heaven's sweet harmony
Delight my listening ear.
4Thanks to my God for every gift
His bounteous hands bestow;
And thanks eternal for that love
Whence all these comforts flow.

645. C. M. Watts.

The Same.

1The Lord of Glory is my Light,
And my Salvation too:
God is my strength, nor will I fear
What all my foes can do.
2One privilege my heart desires--
Oh grant me an abode
Among the churches of thy saints,
The temples of my God!
3There shall I offer my requests,
And see thy beauty still;
Shall hear thy messages of love,
And there inquire thy will.
4When troubles rise and storms appear,
There may his children hide:
God has a strong pavilion, where
He makes my soul abide.
5Now shall my head be lifted high
Above my foes around,
And songs of joy and victory
Within thy temple sound.

646. 7s. & 6s. M. Anonymous.

The Same.

1To Thee, my God and Saviour,
My soul exulting sings;
Rejoicing in thy favor,
Almighty King of kings!
I'll celebrate thy glory
With all thy saints above.
And tell the joyful story
Of thy redeeming love.
2Soon as the morn with roses
Bedecks the dewy east,
And when the sun reposes
Upon the ocean's breast;
My voice in supplication,
My Saviour, thou shalt hear:
O grant me thy salvation,
And to my soul draw near.
3Thy gracious love possessing
In all my pilgrim road,
My soul shall feel thy blessing
In thy divine abode.
There bowing down before thee,
My every conflict o'er,
My spirit shall adore thee,
Forever, evermore.

647. P. M. Warren St. Coll.


1Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness!
Awake! for thy foes shall oppress thee no more;
Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of gladness,
Arise! for the night of thy sorrow is o'er.
2Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued them
And scattered their legions was mightier far;
They fled like the chaff from the scourge that pursued them,
Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war.
3Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved thee
Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be;
Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee;
Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free.

648. C. M. J. Q. Adams.

Psalm 23.

1My Shepherd is the Lord on high;
His hand supplies me still;
In pastures green he makes me lie,
Beside the rippling rill:
He cheers my soul, relieves my woes,
His glory to display;
The paths of righteousness he shows,
And leads me in his way.
2Though walking through death's dismal shade,
No evil will I fear;
Thy rod, thy staff shall lend me aid,
For thou art ever near:
For me a table thou dost spread
In presence of my foes;
With oil thou dost anoint my head;
By thee my cup o'erflows.
3Thy goodness and thy mercy sure
Shall bless me all my days;
And I, with lips sincere and pure,
Will celebrate thy praise:
Yes, in the temple of the Lord
Forever I will dwell;
To after time thy name record,
And of thy glory tell.

649. 8s. & 7s. M. Bowring.

The Cross of Christ.

1In the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o'er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.
2When the woes of life o'ertake me,
Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,
Never shall the cross forsake me;
Lo! it glows with peace and joy.
3When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming
Adds more lustre to the day.
4Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.

650. L. M. Wesley's Coll.

Glorying in Christ.

1Let not the wise their wisdom boast;
The mighty glory in his might;
The rich in flattering riches trust,
Which take their everlasting flight.
2The rush of numerous years bears down
The most gigantic strength of man;
And where is all his wisdom gone,
When dust he turns to dust again?
3The Lord, my righteousness, I praise,
I triumph in the love divine,
The wisdom, wealth, and strength of grace
In Christ through endless ages mine.

651. C. M. Doddridge.

The Way to the Heavenly City.

1Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord,
Your great Deliverer sing;
Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound,
Be joyful in your King.
2A hand divine shall lead you on
Through all the blissful road,
Till to the sacred mount you rise,
And see your Father, God.
3There garlands of immortal joy
Shall bloom on every head,
While sorrow, sighing, and distress,
Like shadows all are fled.
4March on in your Redeemer's strength,
Pursue his footsteps still,
And let the prospect cheer your eye
While laboring up the hill.

652. S. M. Doddridge.

Grace first and last in Salvation.

1Grace! 'tis a charming sound!
Harmonious to the ear!
Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
2Grace first contrived the way
To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display
Which drew the wondrous plan.
3Grace led my roving feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet
While pressing on to God.
4Grace 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.
5Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.


653. 8s. & 7s. M. J. Newton.

"Glorious things spoken of Zion."

1Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God!
He whose word cannot be broken
Formed thee for his own abode.
On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation's walls surrounded,
Thou mayst smile at all thy foes.
2See! the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove.
Who can faint while such a river
Ever flows their thirst t' assuage?
Grace, which, like the Lord the giver,
Never fails from age to age.
3Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear!
For a glory and a covering,
Showing that the Lord is near.
Fading is the worldling's pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and show;
Solid joys and lasting treasure
None but Zion's children know.

654. S. M. Watts.

Safety of the Church.

1How honored is the place
Where we adoring stand!--
Zion, the glory of the earth,
And beauty of the land.
2Bulwarks of grace defend
The city where we dwell,
While walls, of strong salvation made,
Defy th' assaults of hell.
3Lift up th' eternal gates;
The doors wide open fling;
Enter, ye nations that obey
The statutes of your King.
4Here taste unmingled joys,
And live in perfect peace,
You that have known Jehovah's name,
And ventured on his grace.
5Trust in the Lord, ye saints,
And banish all your fears;
Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells,
Eternal as his years.

655. C. M. Anonymous.

The Jewish and the Christian Zion. Ps. 48.

1With stately towers and bulwarks strong,
Unrivalled and alone,
Loved theme of many a sacred song,
God's holy city shone.
2Thus fair was Zion's chosen seat,
The glory of all lands;
Yet fairer, and in strength complete,
The Christian temple stands.
3The faithful of each clime and age
This glorious church compose;
Built on a rock, with idle rage
The threatening tempest blows.
4In vain may hostile bands alarm,
For God is her defence;
How weak, how powerless is each arm,
Against Omnipotence!

656. S. M. Watts.

Gospel Order.

1Far as thy name is known
The world declares thy praise;
Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne,
Their songs of honor raise.
2Let strangers walk around
The city where we dwell,
Survey with care thine holy ground,
And mark the building well,--
3The order of thy house,
The worship of thy court,
The cheerful songs, the solemn vows,
And make a fair report.
4How decent and how wise!
How glorious to behold!
Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes,
And rites adorned with gold.
5The God we worship now
Will guide us till we die,--
Will be our God while here below,
And ours above the sky.

657. S. M. Dwight.

Attachment to the Church.

1I love thy church, O God;
Her walls before thee stand,
Dear as the apple of thine eye,
And graven on thy hand.
2For her my tears shall fall;
For her my prayers ascend;
To her my cares and toils be given,
Till toils and cares shall end.
3Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heavenly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.
4Father and Friend divine,
Our Saviour and our King,
Thy hand, from every snare and foe,
Shall great deliverance bring.
5Sure as thy truth shall last,
To Zion shall be given
The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heaven.

658. C. M. S. F. Smith.

Christian Fellowship.

1Planted in Christ, the living vine,
This day with one accord,
Ourselves, with humble faith and joy,
We yield to thee, O Lord.
2Joined in one body may we be:
One inward life partake;
One be our heart; one heavenly hope
In every bosom wake.
3In prayer, in effort, tears, and toils,
One Wisdom be our guide;
Taught by one Spirit from above,
In thee may we abide.
4Around this feeble, trusting band
Thy sheltering pinions spread,
Nor let the storms of trial beat
Too fiercely on our head.
5Then, when, among the saints in light,
Our joyful spirits shine,
Shall anthems of immortal praise,
O Lamb of God, be thine.

659. S. M. Fawcett.

Christian Fellowship.

1Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love;
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.
2Before our Father's throne
We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,
Our comforts and our cares.
3We share our mutual woes,
Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.
4From sorrow, toil, and sin,
Soon shall we all be free,
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.

660. 7s. M. Montgomery.

Joined to God's People.

1People of the living God,
I have sought the world around,
Paths of sin and sorrow trod,
Peace and comfort nowhere found.
2Now to you my spirit turns,--
Turns, a fugitive unblest;
Brethren, where your altar burns,
O, receive me into rest.
3Lonely I no longer roam,
Like the cloud, the wind, the wave;
Where you dwell shall be my home,
Where you die shall be my grave.

661. L. M. Anonymous.

On Receiving Members.

1Lord, we adore thy wondrous grace,
Who crown'st the gospel with success;
Subjecting sinners to thy yoke,
And bringing to the fold thy flock.
2May those who have thy truth confessed
As their own faith, and hope, and rest,
From day to day still more increase
In faith, in love, and holiness.
3As living members, may they share
The joys and griefs which others bear,
And active in their stations prove
In all the offices of love.
4From all temptations now defend,
And keep them steadfast to the end,
While in thy house they still improve,
Until they join the church above.

662. L. M. Kelly.

A Welcome to Christian Fellowship.

1Come in, thou blesséd of the Lord,
O, come in Jesus' precious name;
We welcome thee with one accord,
And trust the Saviour does the same.
2Those joys which earth cannot afford,
We'll seek in fellowship to prove,
Joined in one spirit to our Lord,
Together bound by mutual love.
3And while we pass this vale of tears,
We'll make our joys and sorrows known;
We'll share each other's hopes and fears,
And count a brother's care our own.
4Once more our welcome we repeat;
Receive assurance of our love:
O, may we all together meet
Around the throne of God above!

663. C. M. Montgomery.

A Welcome to Fellowship.

1Approach thou blesséd of the Lord;
Stranger nor foe art thou:
We welcome thee with warm accord,
Our friend, our brother, now.
2The hand of fellowship, the heart
Of love, we offer thee:
Leaving the world, thou dost but part
From lies and vanity.
3The cup of blessing which we bless,
The heavenly bread we break,
Our Saviour's blood and righteousness,--
Freely with us partake.

664. L. M. Doddridge.

On Joining the Church.

1O, happy day, that fixed my choice
On thee, my Saviour and my Lord!
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell its raptures all abroad!
2O, happy bond, that seals my vows
To Him who merits all my love!
Let cheerful anthems fill the house,
While to his altar now I move.
3Now rest, my long-divided heart;
Fixed on this blissful centre, rest;
Here have I found a nobler part;
Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast.
4High Heaven, that hears the solemn vow,
That vow renewed shall daily hear;
Till in life's latest hour I bow,
And bless in death a bond so dear.

665. C. M. Doddridge.

Dedication of Children to God and Christ.

1See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand,
With all-engaging charms;
Hark! how he calls the tender lambs,
And folds them in his arms!
2"Permit them to approach," he cries,
"Nor scorn their humble name;
For 'twas to bless such souls as these,
The Lord of angels came."
3We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands,
And yield them up to thee;
Joyful that we ourselves are thine,
Thine let our offspring be.
4Ye little flock, with pleasure hear;
Ye children, seek his face,
And fly with transport to receive
The blessings of his grace.
5If orphans they are left behind,
God's guardian care we trust;
That care shall heal our bleeding hearts,
If weeping o'er their dust.

666. C. M. Stennett.

Infants, living or dying, in the Arms of Christ.

1Thy life I read, my dearest Lord,
With transport all-divine;
Thine image trace in every word,
Thy love in every line.
2With joy, I see a thousand charms
Spread o'er thy lovely face;
While infants in thy tender arms
Receive the smiling grace.
3"I take these little lambs," said he,
"And lay them on my breast;
Protection they shall find in me,--
In me be ever blest.
4"Death may the bands of life unloose,
But can't dissolve my love;
Millions of infant souls compose
The family above."
5His words, ye happy parents, hear,
And shout, with joys divine,
"Dear Saviour! all we have and are
Shall be forever thine."

667. L. M. W. Boston Coll.

Dedication of Children.

1This child we dedicate to thee,
O God of grace and purity;
Shield it from sin and threatening wrong,
And let thy love its life prolong.
2O, may thy Spirit gently draw
Its willing soul to keep thy law;
May virtue, piety and truth
Dawn even with its dawning youth.
3Grant that, with true and faithful heart,
We too may act the Christian's part,
Cheered by each promise thou hast given,
And laboring for the prize in heaven.

668. 8s. & 7s. M. Anonymous.

Children commended to Christ.

1Saviour, who thy flock art feeding
With the shepherd's kindest care,
All the feeble gently leading,
While the lambs thy bosom share,--
2Now, these little ones receiving,
Fold them in thy gracious arm;
There, we know--thy word believing,--
Only there, secure from harm.
3Never, from thy pasture roving,
Let them be the lion's prey;
Let thy tenderness, so loving,
Keep them all life's dangerous way.
4Then within thy fold eternal
Let them find a resting-place;
Feed in pastures ever vernal,
Drink the rivers of thy grace.

669. S. M. Doddridge.

Christ calling Children to Himself.

1The Saviour gently calls
Our children to his breast;
He folds them in his gracious arms;
Himself declares them blest.
2"Let them approach," he cries,
"Nor scorn their humble claim;
The heirs of heaven are such as these,--
For such as these I came."
3Gladly we bring them, Lord,
Devoting them to thee:
Imploring, that, as we are thine,
Thine may our offspring be.

670. 7s. M. Bowring.

Infant Baptism.

1Drop the limpid waters now
On the infant's sinless brow;
Dedicate the unfolding gem
Unto Him, who blessed the stem.
2Let our aspirations be
Innocent as infancy;
Pure the prayers that force their way,
As the child for whom we pray.
3In the Christian garden we
Plant another Christian tree;
Be its blossoms and its fruit
Worthy of the Christian root.
4To that garden now we bring
Waters from the living spring;
Bless the tree, the waters bless,
Holy One! with holiness.
5When life's harvests all are past,
Oh, transplant the tree at last,
To the fields where flower and tree
Blossom through eternity.

671. C. M. Doddridge.

Hymn for Baptism.

1Baptized into our Saviour's death,
Our souls to sin must die;
With Christ our Lord we live anew,
With Christ ascend on high.
2There, by his Father's side he sits,
Enthroned divinely fair,
Yet owns himself our Brother still,
And our Forerunner there.
3Rise from these earthly trifles, rise
On wings of faith and love;
Above our choicest treasure lies,--
And be our hearts above.
4But earth and sin will draw us down,
When we attempt to fly;
Lord, send thy strong, attractive power
To fix our souls on high.

672. S. M. L. H. Sigourney.


1Saviour, thy law we love,
Thy pure example bless,
And with a firm, unwavering zeal,
Would in thy footsteps press.
2Not to the fiery pains
By which the martyrs bled;
Not to the scourge, the thorn, the cross,
Our favored feet are led;--
3But, at this peaceful tide,
Assembled in thy fear,
The homage of obedient hearts
We humbly offer here.

673. C. M. Jas. Newton.

After Baptism.

1Let plenteous grace descend on those,
Who, hoping in thy word,
This day have solemnly declared
That Jesus is their Lord.
2With cheerful feet may they advance,
And run the Christian race,
And, through the troubles of the way,
Find all-sufficient grace.
3Lord, plant us all into thy death,
That we thy life may prove,--
Partakers of thy cross beneath,
And of thy crown above.

674. L. M. Doddridge.

The Same.

1'Tis done; the great transaction's done;
I am my Lord's, and he is mine:
He drew me, and I followed on,
Rejoiced to own the call divine.
2Now rest, my long divided heart;
Fixed on this blissful centre, rest:
Here have I found a nobler part;
Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast.
3High heaven, that hears the solemn vow,
That vow renewed shall daily hear,
Till in life's latest hour I bow,
And bless in death a bond so dear.

675. C. M. Pratt's Coll.

Before Communion.

1Prepare us, Lord, to view thy cross,
Who all our griefs hast borne;
To look on thee, whom we have pierced,--
To look on thee, and mourn.
2While thus we mourn we would rejoice;
And, as thy cross we see,
Let each exclaim in faith and hope,
"The Saviour died for me!"

676. C. M. E. Taylor.

Proper Dispositions for the Communion.

1O here, if ever, God of love!
Let strife and hatred cease;
And every thought harmonious move,
And every heart be peace.
2Not here, where met to think on him,
Whose latest thoughts were ours,
Shall mortal passions come to dim
The prayer devotion pours.
3No, gracious Master, not in vain
Thy life of love hath been;
The peace thou gav'st may yet remain,
Though thou no more art seen.
4"Thy kingdom come;" we watch, we wait,
To hear thy cheering call;
When heaven shall ope its glorious gate.
And God be all in all.

677. L. M. Watts.

Institution of the Lord's Supper.

1'Twas on that dark, that doleful night,
When all the powers of darkness rose
Against the Son of God's delight,
And friends betrayed him to his foes:
2Before the mournful scene began,
He took the bread, and blessed, and brake:
What love through all his actions ran!
What wondrous words of grace he spake!
3"This is my body broke for sin;
Receive and eat the living food:"
Then took the cup and blessed the wine,--
"'Tis the new covenant in my blood."
4"Do this," he said, "till time shall end,
In memory of your dying Friend;
Meet at my table, and record
The love of your departed Lord."
5Jesus! thy feast we celebrate;
We show thy death, we sing thy name,
Till thou return, and we shall eat
The marriage supper of the Lamb.

678. L. M. Dublin Coll.

"This do in remembrance of me."

1"Eat, drink, in memory of your Friend!"
Such was our Master's last request;
Who all the pangs of death endured,
That we might live forever blest.
2Yes, we'll record thy matchless love,
Thou dearest, tenderest, best of friends!
Thy dying love the noblest praise
Our hearts can offer thee transcends.
3'Tis pleasure more than earth can give
Thy goodness through these veils to see,
Thy table food celestial yields,
And happy they who sit with thee.

679. 7s. M. Bowring.

A Communion Hymn.

1Not with terror do we meet
At the board by Jesus spread;
Not in mystery drink and eat
Of the Saviour's wine and bread.
2'Tis his memory we record,
'Tis his virtues we proclaim;
Grateful to our honored Lord,
Here we bless his sacred name.
3Yes, we will remember thee,
Friend and Saviour; and thy feast
Of all services shall be
Holiest and welcomest.

680. 10s. M. Beard's Coll.

"And all that believed were together." Acts 4:44.

1Restore, O Father! to our times restore
The peace which filled thine infant church of yore;
Ere lust of power had sown the seeds of strife,
And quenched the new-born charities of life.
2O never more may differing judgments part
From kindly sympathy a brother's heart;
But linked in one, believing thousands kneel,
And share with each the sacred joy they feel.
3From soul to soul, quick as the sunbeam's ray,
Let concord spread one universal day;
And faith, by love lead all mankind to thee,
Parent of peace, and fount of harmony!

681. 7s. M. Pratt's Coll.

Spiritual Nourishment.

1Bread of heaven! on thee we feed,
For thy flesh is meat indeed;
Ever let our souls be fed
With this true and living bread!
2Vine of heaven! thy blood supplies
This blest cup of sacrifice;
Lord, thy wounds our healing give;
To thy cross we look and live.
3Day by day with strength supplied,
Through the life of him who died;
Lord of Life! oh, let us be
Rooted, grafted, built on thee!

682. S. M. Furness.

A Communion Hymn.

1Here, in the broken bread,
Here, in the cup we take,
His body and his blood behold,
Who suffered for our sake.
2O Thou, who didst allow
Thy Son to suffer thus,
Father, what more couldst thou have done
Than thou hast done for us?
3We are persuaded now
That nothing can divide
Thy children from thy boundless love,
Displayed in him who died;--
4Who died to make us sure
Of mercy, truth and peace,
And from the power and pains of sin
To bring a full release.

683. C. M. Dale.

Christ Blessing the Bread.

1Behold, amid his little flock,
The Saviour stands serene,
Unawed by suffering yet to be,
Unchanged by what hath been.
2Still beams the light of love undimmed
In that benignant eye,
Nor, save his own prophetic word,
Aught speaks him soon to die.
3He pours within the votive cup
The rich blood of the vine,
And "Drink ye all the hallowed draught,"
He cries, "This blood is mine."
4He breaks the bread; then clasps his hands,
And lifts his eyes in prayer,
Receive ye this and view by faith
My body symbolled there.

684. C. M. Anonymous.

Christ's Law of Love.

1Ye followers of the Prince of peace,
Who round his table draw!
Remember what his spirit was,
What his peculiar law.
2The love which all his bosom filled
Did all his actions guide;
Inspired by love, he lived and taught;
Inspired by love, he died.
3And do you love him? do you feel
Your warm affection move?
This is the proof which he demands,--
That you each other love.

685. S. M. Paradise St. Coll.

The Saviour Commemorated.

1Jesus, the Friend of man.
Invites us to his board:
The welcome summons we obey,
And own our gracious Lord.
2Here we survey that love
Which spoke in every breath,
Which crowned each action of his life,
And triumphed in his death.
3Then let our powers unite,
His sacred name to raise;
Let grateful joy fill every mind,
And every voice be praise.
4And while we share the gifts
Which from his gospel flow,
O, may our hearts to all mankind
With warm affection glow.

686. S. M. Doddridge.

Communion with God and Christ.

1Our heavenly Father calls,
And Christ invites us near;
With both my friendship shall be sweet,
And my communion dear.
2God pities all my griefs;
He pardons every day;
Almighty to protect my soul,
And wise to guide my way.
3Jesus, my living Head,
I bless thy faithful care;
My Advocate before the throne,
And my Forerunner there.
4Here fix my roving heart;
Here wait my warmest love,
Till the communion be complete,
In nobler scenes above.

687. 8s. & 7s. M. Anonymous.

The Eucharist.

1As in solemn congregation
We attend upon thy house,
For the sweet commemoration
And renewal of our vows;
Let thy favor, with us resting,
Consecrate the bread and wine;
May we, of thy goodness tasting,
All be filled with love divine!
2Jesus gave the sacred token
Of his passion, wine and bread,
Symbols of his body broken,
And his blood for sinners shed.
To the rite we come, confessing
Free redemption, grace unbought;
His be every name of blessing,
For his love, surpassing thought!
3May thy counsels, King of glory!
Grateful awe and rapture move,
As we meditate the story
Of the Saviour's dying love;
Hear us, Lord, of thee entreating
Strength to walk in Jesus' ways!
God of light, shine on our meeting!
God of grace, accept our praise!

688. C. M. Doddridge.

Room at the Lord's Table.

1Millions of souls, in glory now,
Were fed and feasted here;
And millions more, still on the way,
Around the board appear.
2Yet is his house and heart so large
That millions more may come;
Nor could the whole assembled world
O'erfill the spacious room.
3All things are ready; come away,
Nor weak excuses frame;
Crowd to your places at the feast,
And bless the Founder's name.

689. S. M. Furnesy.

A Communion Hymn.

1O, for a prophet's fire,
O, for an angel's tongue,
To speak the mighty love of Him
Who on the cross was hung.
2In vain our hearts attempt,
In language meet, to tell
How through a thousand sorrows burned
That flame unquenchable.
3Yet would we praise that love,
Beyond expression dear:
Come, gather round this table, then,
And celebrate it here.

690. C. M. Montgomery.

"This do in remembrance of me."

1According to thy gracious word,
In meek humility,
This will I do, my dying Lord,
I will remember thee.
2Thy body broken for my sake,
My bread from heaven shall be;
Thy testamental cup I take,
And thus remember thee.
3When to the cross I turn mine eyes,
And rest on Calvary,
O Lamb of God, my sacrifice!
I must remember thee.
4Remember thee, and all thy pains,
And all thy love to me;
Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,
Will I remember thee.

691. C. M. Noel.

"We love him because he first loved us."

1If human kindness meets return,
And owns the grateful tie;
If tender thoughts within us burn
To feel that friends are nigh;
2O, shall not warmer accents tell
The gratitude we owe
To Him who died, our fears to quell,
And save from death and woe?
3While yet in anguish he surveyed
Those pangs he would not flee,
What love his latest words displayed;
"Meet, and remember me."
4Remember thee! thy death, thy shame,
Our sinful hearts to share!
O, memory, leave no other name
But his, recorded there.

692. S. M. Watts.

"Whosoever will, let him come!"

1Jesus invites his friends
To meet around his board,
And join in blest communion here
With him their gracious Lord.
2For us he gave his life;
For us he gave his blood;
To save from sin our thankless race,
And bring them back to God.
3Our heavenly Father calls
Christ and his members one;
We the young children of his grace,
And he the elder Son.
4Let all our souls unite
A grateful song to raise;
Pleasure and love fill every mind,
And every voice be praise.

693. L. M. Watts.

A View of the Cross.

1When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
2Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my Lord;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.
3See from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

694. C. M. Lutheran Coll.

Close of Communion Service.

1Pity the nations, O our God,
Constrain the earth to come;
Send thy victorious word abroad,
And bring the strangers home.
2We long to see thy churches full,
That all thy faithful race
May with one voice, and heart, and soul,
Sing thy redeeming grace.

695. 8s. & 7s. M. Anonymous.

The Same.

1From the table now retiring,
Which for us the Lord hath spread,
May our souls, refreshment finding,
Grow in all things like our Head.
2His example by beholding,
May our lives his image bear;
Him our Lord and Master calling,
His commands may we revere.
3Love to God and man displaying,
Walking steadfast in his way,--
Joy attend us in believing!
Peace from God, through endless day!


696. L. M. Montgomery.

On Laying the Corner-stone of a Church.

1This stone to thee in faith we lay,--
We build the temple, Lord, to thee,
Thine eye be open night and day,
To guard this house from error free.
2Here, when thy people seek thy face,
And dying sinners pray to live,
Hear thou, in heaven thy dwelling-place,
And when thou hearest, Lord, forgive.
3Here, when thy messengers proclaim
The blesséd gospel of thy Son,
Still by the power of his great name
Be mighty signs and wonders done.
4When children's voices raise the song,
Hosanna! to their Heavenly King,
Let heaven with earth the strain prolong;
Hosanna! let the angels sing.
5Thy glory never hence depart;
Yet choose not, Lord, this house alone;
Thy kingdom come to every heart;
In every bosom fix thy throne.

697. L. M. Willis.

Dedication Hymn.

1The perfect world by Adam trod,
Was the first temple,--built by God;
His fiat laid the corner-stone,
And heaved its pillars, one by one.
2He hung its starry roof on high,--
The broad, illimitable sky;
He spread its pavement, green and bright
And curtained it with morning light.
3The mountains in their places stood,--
The sea, the sky,--and "all was good;"
And when its first pure praises rang,
The "morning stars together sang."
4Lord! 'tis not ours to make the sea,
And earth and sky a house for thee;
But in thy sight our offering stands,
A humbler temple, "made with hands."

698. L. M. Pierpont.

The Same.

1O, bow thine ear, Eternal One!
On thee our heart adoring calls;
To thee the followers of thy Son
Have raised and now devote these walls.
2Here let thy holy days be kept;
And be this place to worship given,
Like that bright spot where Jacob slept,
The house of God, the gate of heaven.
3Here may thine honor dwell; and here,
As incense, let thy children's prayer,
From contrite hearts and lips sincere,
Rise on the still and holy air.
4Here be thy praise devoutly sung;
Here let thy truth beam forth to save,
As when, of old, thy spirit hung,
On wings of light, o'er Jordan's wave.
5And when the lips, that with thy name
Are vocal now, to dust shall turn,
On others may devotion's flame
Be kindled here, and purely burn!

699. 7s. M. E. H. Chapin.

The Same.

1Father, lo! we consecrate
Unto thee this house and shrine,
Oh! may Jesus visit here,
As he did in Palestine.
Here may blind eyes see his light,
Deaf ears hear his accents sweet,
And we, like those groups of old,
Sit and linger at his feet.
2And to learn of faith and love,
Strong in sorrow, pain and loss,
May we come and find them here,
In the garden, on the cross.
Like the spices that enfold
Him we love in rich perfume,
May our thoughts embalm him here,
While he slumbers in the tomb.
3When we watch by shrouded hopes,
Weeping at death's marble door,
May the angels meet us here--
Lo! your Christ has gone before!
And while we stand "looking up,"
In our faith and wonder lost,
Here send down thy Spirit's power,
Like the tongues of Pentecost.

700. L. M. Sir J. E. Smith.

God's Temple in the Heart.

1Who shall a temple build for him,
Who fills the heaven of heavens alone?
Who shall exalt his glorious name,
Fixed in his everlasting throne?
2Yet many a lowly fane shall rise,
Which God himself will not disdain:
He will accept the sacrifice;
Nor shall the offering e'er be vain.
3No gorgeous dome, nor boastful vow,
Can e'er find favor in his sight:
The humble votary, meek and low,--
The holy soul, are his delight.
4On these his grace and mercy rest,
Nor from their shrines will he depart:
His temple is the righteous breast;
His altar is the pious heart.

701. H. M. O. A. Skinner.

Dedication Hymn.

1Thou Fount of love and grace,
Whose throne is fixed on high,
Unveil thy smiling face,
And to our souls draw nigh;
And let our prayers and praise arise,
Like grateful incense to the skies.
2This house to thee we give--
Thine may it ever be--
Here bid the sinner live,
Here set the captive free,
Here let thy word its beams display
And safely guide to endless day.
3Here may the stricken heart
By truth be cheered and blessed,
And here thy grace impart,
To all by grief oppressed--
And streams of peace and plenty flow,
To all who seek thy joy to know.
4Long may these walls resound
With thy salvation, Lord,
And grace to all abound,
Who hear thy holy word--
And youth and age their offerings raise.
In songs of ardent, cheerful praise.

702. L. M. J. G. Adams.

Dedication of a Country Church.

1On this fair spot where nature pays
From hill, and vale, and flower, and tree,
In morning beams, in evening rays,
Its homage, God of all, to thee;--
2Thy children meet to dedicate
This temple to thy gracious name;
Our hearts and songs to elevate,--
Thy grace and glory to proclaim.
3Descend--and with thy spirit bless
The offering; may it ever be
Sacred to truth and righteousness,
From error's dread dominion free.
4Here let the standard of thy word
Be raised and held by gospel hands;
Hither bring hearts with one accord,
To learn and do thy great commands.
5And when we leave these courts below,
To join the hosts in praise above,
May others here rejoice to know
Thy boundless, everlasting love.

703. C. M. Bryant.

Dedication Hymn.

1O Thou, whose own vast temple stands,
Built over earth and sea,
Accept the walls that human hands
Have raised to worship thee.
2Lord, from thine inmost glory send,
Within these courts to bide,
The peace that dwelleth, without end,
Serenely by thy side.
3May erring minds that worship here
Be taught the better way,
And they who mourn, and they who fear,
Be strengthened as they pray!
4May faith grow firm, and love grow warm,
And pure devotion rise,
While round these hallowed walls the storm
Of earth-born passion dies!

704. L. M. Watts.

A House for God.

1Where shall we go to seek and find
A habitation for our God?
A dwelling for th' Eternal Mind
Among the sons of flesh and blood?
2The God of Jacob chose the hill
Of Zion for his ancient rest;
And Zion is his dwelling still;
His church is with his presence blest.
3Here will he meet the hungry poor,
And fill their souls with living bread;
Here sinners, waiting at his door,
With sweet provision shall be fed.
4"Here will I fix my gracious throne,
And reign forever," saith the Lord;
"Here shall my power and love be known,
And blessings shall attend my word."

705. H. M. Francis.

Prayer for God's Presence and Blessing.

1Great King of glory, come,
And with thy favor crown
This temple as thy home,
This people as thine own:
Beneath this roof, O deign to show
How God can dwell with men below.
2Here may thine ears attend
Our interceding cries,
And grateful praise ascend,
Like incense to the skies:
Here may thy word melodious sound,
And spread celestial joys around.
3Here may our unborn sons
And daughters sound thy praise,
And shine, like polished stones,
Through long-succeeding days:
Here, Lord, display thy saving power,
While temples stand and men adore.
4Here may the listening throng
Imbibe thy truth and love;
Here Christians join the song
Of seraphim above;
Till all, who humbly seek thy face,
Rejoice in thy abounding grace.

706. L. M. E. H. Chapin.

The Same.

1Our Father God! not face to face
May mortal sense commune with thee,
Nor lift the curtains of that place
Where dwells thy secret Majesty.
Yet whereso'er our spirits bend
In rev'rent faith and humble prayer,
Thy promised blessing will descend,
And we shall find thy spirit there.
2Lord! be the spot where now we meet,
An open gateway into heaven;
Here may we sit at Jesus' feet,
And feel our deepest sins forgiven.
Here may desponding care look up;
And sorrow lay its burden down,
Or learn, of him, to drink the cup,
To bear the cross, and win the crown.
3Here may the sick and wandering soul,
To truth still blind, to sin a slave,
Find better than Bethesda's pool,
Or than Siloam's healing wave.
And may we learn, while here apart
From the world's passion and its strife
That thy true shrine's a loving heart,
And thy best praise a holy life!

707. L. M. Pierpont.

Ordination Hymn.

1O Thou, who art above all height!
Our God, our Father, and our Friend!
Beneath thy throne of love and light,
Let thine adoring children bend.
2We kneel in praise, that here is set
A vine that by thy culture grew;
We kneel in prayer, that thou wouldst wet
Its opening leaves with heavenly dew.
3Since thy young servant now hath given
Himself, his powers, his hopes, his youth
To the great cause of truth and heaven,
Be thou his guide, O God of truth!
4Here may his doctrines drop like rain,
His speech like Hermon's dew distil,
Till green fields smile, and golden grain,
Ripe for the harvest, waits thy will.
5And when he sinks in death,--by care,
Or pain, or toil, or years oppressed,--
O God! remember then our prayer,
And take his spirit to thy rest.

708. 8s. & 6s. M. S. F. Smith.

Benefits of the Ministry.

1Blest is the hour when cares depart,
And earthly scenes are far,--
When tears of woe forget to start,
And gently dawns upon the heart
Devotion's holy star.
2Blest is the place where angels bend
To hear our worship rise,
Where kindred thoughts their musings blend,
And all the soul's affections tend
Beyond the veiling skies.
3Blest are the hallowed vows that bind
Man to his work of love,--
Bind him to cheer the humble mind,
Console the weeping, lead the blind,
And guide to joys above.
4Sweet shall the song of glory swell,
Spirit divine to thee,
When they whose work is finished well,
In thy own courts of rest shall dwell,
Blest through eternity.

709. L. M. H. Ware, Jr.

Ordination or Installation.

1O Thou, who on thy chosen Son
Didst send thy Spirit like a dove,
To mark the long expected one,
And seal the messenger of love;
2And when the heralds of his name
Went forth his glorious truth to spread,
Didst send it down in tongues of flame
To hallow each devoted head;
3So, Lord, thy servant now inspire
With holy unction from above;
Give him the tongue of living fire,
Give him the temper of the dove.
4Lord, hear thy suppliant church to-day;
Accept our work, our souls possess,
'Tis ours to labor, watch, and pray;
Be thine to cheer, sustain, and bless.

710. C. M. E. H. Chapin.

Ordination Hymn.

1O Thou, who didst ordain the Word,
And its strong heralds send,
We draw the holy veil of prayer,
And in thy presence bend.
To this young warrior of the cross,
Who takes his station here,
Be thou a teacher and a guide,
And be thy Spirit near.
2A pure disciple, let him tread
The ways his Master trod--
Giving the weary spirits rest,
Leading the lost to God--
Stooping to lend the sufferer aid,
Crushed sorrow's wail to hear,
To bind the widow's broken heart,
And dry the orphan's tear.
3For war with error, make him strong,
And sin, the soul's dark foe--
But let him humbly seek for truth,
Where'er its waters flow.
And when, O Father, at the grave
He lays his armor down,
Give him the victor's glistening robe,
The palm-wreath and the crown.

711. L. M. Montgomery.

A Pastor Welcomed.

1We bid thee welcome in the name
Of Jesus, our exalted Head:
Come as a servant; so he came;
And we receive thee in his stead.
2Come as an angel, hence to guide
A band of pilgrims on their way;
That, safely walking at thy side,
We never fail, nor faint, nor stray.
3Come as a teacher sent from God,
Charged his whole counsel to declare;
Lift o'er our ranks the prophet's rod,
While we uphold thy hands with prayer.
4Come as a messenger of peace,
Filled with the Spirit, fired with love;
Live to behold our large increase,
And die to meet us all above.

712. 8s. & 7s. M. J. G. Adams.

Charge to a Pastor.

1Herald of the Lord's salvation,
Watchful in thy station stand;
Heed the heavenly proclamation,
Heed the Master's great command.
Mark old error's gathering forces
Compassing our Zion round;
Know in truth thine own resources,
Give the trumpet's certain sound!
2Christ proclaim in the new station,
Herald, now assigned to thee;
That the waiting congregation
God's salvation here may see.
Christ proclaim--no line abating
Of the counsel of the Lord;
From no promise deviating;
From no precept; "preach the word."
3Then, God's blessing resting o'er thee,
And his truth, by night, by day,
Cloud and pillar bright before thee,
Shall make glad thy gospel way;
Till thy work well done, the greeting
Of the Master will be given;
Till we rise to that one meeting--
Pastor--people--all--in heaven!

713. 7s. M. E. Peabody.

Ordination or Installation.

1Lift aloud the voice of praise!
God, our Father and our Friend,
Hear the prayer and song we raise,
Weak, yet trusting, we would bend.
2Lo! another servant brought
To the heritage of God;--
May he teach as Christ hath taught,
Tread the path his Saviour trod.
3To the vineyard may he come
Girded with celestial might;
Skilled to draw thy children home,
Taught to give the darkened light.
4Unto thee, a people bend,--
Bind us heart to heart in love;
Flock and pastor, we would tend
Ever toward our home above.

714. H. M. Mrs. Case.

The Same.

1Lord! on thy Zion's wall
A faithful watchman stands,
And hears the solemn call
Of anxious, waiting bands,
Who seek along the waning night
For heralds of thy coming light.
2Oh, may he never sleep
Upon his weary post,
Nor shrink, though round him sweep
The storm's embattled host;
But, whatsoe'er the night may be,
Stand firm in duty and in thee!
3And let his visioned eye
Rest on the truth sublime,
That sin and woe shall fly
Before advancing time,
Till in thine own eternal day
The latest tear hath passed away.
4And when his watch is done,
Oh, let unclouded light,
From heaven's all glorious sun
Gleam on his closing sight:--
That all who see his death, shall know
His spirit walked with thee below.

715. 6s. & 4s. M. J. G. Adams.

The Same.

1Sovereign of worlds above!
From thy blest throne of love,
To us appear;
Help, as we raise to thee,
Prayers of humility,
Praises of spirits free;
And wilt thou hear.
2Be thy rich blessing shed
On thy young servant's head,
In this bright hour,
Who at thine altar stands,
With trusting heart and hands,
Waiting thy true commands,--
Seeking thy power.
3Grant him thy wisdom, Lord,
And with thy mighty word
Armed may he be;
Faithful in teaching here,
Moved by thy holy fear,--
May his great charge be dear,
Father, to thee.
4And when, his toilings ceased,
To heaven, from earth released,
Thou bid him come;
Then, where no sin-cloud lowers,
Be his glad theme and ours,
Love's high redeeming powers,
Man's endless home!

716. 8s. 7s. & 4s. M. L. C. Browne.

The Same.

1As the evening shadows gather
O'er us, from thy holy hill
May thy blessing, righteous Father,
Like the evening dew distil;
And thy presence
Every heart with rapture fill!
2While in summer's warmth and beauty,
We our brother set apart
To the pastor's solemn duty,
May thy spirit warm his heart;
Without measure,
Wisdom, strength and love impart.
3To perform the sacred function
As thy servant we ordain,
Father, may the holy unction
Fall on him, like summer rain!
Make him fertile,
Bearing fruit like golden grain.
4In the path of duty guide him,
Firm in virtue may he stand;
And from storm and peril, hide him
In the hollow of thy hand;
Keep his footsteps
Till he tread the better land.
5When at last his toils are over,
Summer ended, autumn near,
May he and his flock, like clover
Ripened for the scythe, appear;
And when falling,
Guardian angels linger near.

717. 8s. 7s. & 4s. M. E. H. Chapin.

The Same.

1Father! at this altar bending,
Set our hearts from world-thoughts free;
Prayer and praise their incense blending,
May our rites accepted be:
Father, hear us,
Gently draw our souls to thee.
2Deign to smile upon this union
Of a pastor and a flock;
Sweet and blest be their communion:
May he sacred truths unlock--
And this people
Plant their feet on Christ the Rock.
3Be his life a living sermon,
Be his thoughts one ceaseless prayer:
Like the dews that fell on Hermon,
Making green the foliage there,
May his teachings
Drop on souls beneath his care.
4Here may Sin repent its straying,
Here may Grief forget to weep,
Here may Hope its light displaying,
And blest Faith, their vigils keep,
And the dying
Pass from hence in Christ to sleep.
5When his heart shall cease its motion,
All its toils and conflicts o'er;
When they for an unseen ocean,
One by one, shall leave the shore;
Pastor, people, there--in heaven,
May they meet to part no more.

718. C. M. H. Bacon.

The Same.

1Not for the prophet tongue of fire,
Nor voice of trumpet tone,
We lift our prayer, Immortal Sire,
For him before thy throne.
2We ask for wisdom's gifts and grace,
The heart alive to love,
The earnest zeal to save our race,
All selfish aims above.
3Lord, bless him now! By holy rite,
We consecrate to thee!
Make to his eye the chief delight
Christ's prospering work to see.
4Bold let him be for truth and man,
For God and righteousness!
Free let him speak the gospel plan,
And the whole truth confess.
5Be cloud and fire about his way,
Till Canaan's land is trod!
Then o'er his grave thy church shall say,
He led us to our God!


719. C. M. Doddridge.

For a Meeting of Ministers.

1Let Zion's watchmen all awake,
And take the alarm they give:
Now let them, from the mouth of God,
Their solemn charge receive.
2'Tis not a cause of small import
The pastor's care demands;
But what might fill an angel's heart,
And filled a Saviour's hands.
3May they, that Jesus whom they preach,
Their own Redeemer see;
And watch thou daily o'er their souls,
That they may watch for thee.

720. 8s. & 7s. M. Anonymous.

Burden and Conflict of the Ministry.

1Onward, Christian, though the region
Where thou art be drear and lone;
God hath set a guardian legion
Very near thee,--press thou on!
2By the thorn-wood, and none other,
Is the mount of vision won;
Tread it without shrinking, brother!
Jesus trod it,--press thou on!
3By thy trustful, calm endeavor,
Guiding, cheering, like the sun,
Earth-bound hearts thou shalt deliver
O, for their sake, press thou on!
4Be this world the wiser, stronger,
For thy life of pain and peace;
While it needs thee, O, no longer
Pray thou for thy quick release.
5Pray thou, Christian, daily, rather,
That thou be a faithful son;
By the prayer of Jesus,--"Father,
Not my will, but thine, be done!"

721. L. M. A. Balfour.

Ministers Charged and Encouraged.

1Go, messengers of peace and love,
To people plunged in shades of night;
Like angels sent from fields above,
Be yours to shed celestial light.
2Go to the hungry,--food impart;
To paths of peace the wanderer guide;
And lead the thirsty panting heart
Where streams of living water glide.
3O faint not in the day of toil,
When harvest waits the reaper's hand;
Go, gather in the glorious spoil,
And joyous in his presence stand.
4Thy love a rich reward shall find
From him who sits enthroned on high;
For they who turn the erring mind
Shall shine like stars above the sky.

722. S. M. Wesleyan.

Call to Labor in God's Vineyard.

1The vineyard of the Lord
Before his laborers lies;
And, lo! we see the vast reward
Which waits us in the skies.
2O let us then proceed
In God's great work below,
And following our triumphant Head,
To further conquests go.
3And let our heart and mind
Continually ascend,
That haven of repose to find,
Where all our labors end.
4What honor to behold,
In that sublime abode,
The patriarchs and prophets old,
And all the men of God!
5Then spend our days beneath,
Toiling in cheerful hope;
And fearless pass the vale of death,
And gain the mountain top.

723. L. M. Episcopal Coll.

For Laborers in God's Harvest.

1O Spirit of the living God,
In all thy plenitude of grace,
Where'er the foot of man hath trod,
Descend on our degenerate race!
2Give tongues of fire and hearts of love,
To preach the reconciling word;
Give power and unction from above,
Where'er the joyful sound is heard.
3Be darkness, at thy coming, light;
Confusion, order, in thy path;
Souls without strength inspire with might;
Bid mercy triumph over wrath.
4Convert the nations; far and nigh
The triumphs of the cross record;
The name of Jesus glorify,
Till every people call him Lord.

724. 7s. M. Byrant.

A Blessing invoked on Christian Teachers.

1Mighty One, before whose face,
Wisdom had her glorious seat,
When the orbs that people space
Sprang to birth beneath thy feet;
2Source of truth, whose rays alone
Light the mighty world of mind;
God of love, who from thy throne
Kindly watchest all mankind;
3Shed on those, who in thy name
Teach the way of truth and right,
Shed that love's undying flame,
Shed that wisdom's guiding light.

725. L. M. H. Ballou.

At an Annual Convention.

1Dear Lord, behold thy servants, here,
From various parts together meet,
To tell their labors through the year,
And lay the harvest at thy feet.
2The reapers cry, "Thy fields are white,
All ready to be gathered in,
And harvests wave in changing light,
Far as the eye can trace the scene."
3Lord, bless us while we here remain;
With holy love our bosoms fill;
O may thy doctrine drop like rain,
And like the silent dew distil.
4While we attend thy churches' care
O grant us wisdom from above;
With prudent thought and humble prayer,
May we fulfil the works of love.

726. L. M. Hymns of Zion.

The Same.

1Brethren, beloved for Jesus' sake,
A hearty welcome here receive;
May we together now partake
The joys which he alone can give.
2May he by whose kind care we meet,
Send his good Spirit from above,
Make our communion pure and sweet,
And cause our hearts to burn with love.
3Forgotten be each worldly theme,
When thus we meet, to pray and praise;
We but desire to speak of him,
And of his holy word and ways.
4Thus as the moments pass away,
We'll love, and wonder and adore;
Then hasten on, the glorious day,
When we shall meet to part no more.

727. C. M. Hymns of Zion.

The Same.

1Joined in a union firm and strong,
No foe our ranks can break;
To victory we press along,
And glorious warfare make.
Our fervent prayers shall still prevail
Against a host of sins;
And angels every Christian hail
Whose love a conquest wins.
2Then let our ranks, more closely joined,
With shield and buckler stand;
A kingdom we at last shall find,
The promised spirit-land.
Let all with harmony of voice,
In lofty praises join;
Let every soul in Christ rejoice,
With rapture all divine.
3The kindling flame begins to glow,
Each heart grows warm with love;
And we enjoy on earth below,
The bliss of heaven above!
O thus forever may we feel,
And evermore display
Devotion's pure and holy zeal,
In Zion's chosen way.

728. 7s. & 6s. M. J. G. Adams.

The Same.

1Our Father--ever living!
Once more thy children come,
In joy and true thanksgiving,
To this their gospel home.
United--from dissension
Kept by thy goodness free--
Again in glad Convention
Our vows we pay to thee.
2The Past! Its ways are beaming
With thy sure mercies, Lord--
Thy truth and grace redeeming,
Sent o'er the earth abroad,
The hoary shrines of error
Have cast aside; and free
From darkness, doubt, and terror
Its children come to thee.
3The Present! Loudly sounding,
Its cheering tones are heard;
Be our full hearts abounding
In its strong Hope and Word!
Be strength and wisdom, Father!
Bestowing what we need,
Truth's harvest-sheaves to gather--
Christ's kingdom here to speed.
4The Future! Indications
Of mightier works are there:--
Truth's promised revelations;
Thine arm of power made bare;
From sin's dread reign exemption:
Man's life in Christ, divine;
The erring world's redemption;
The glory, Father, thine!

729. C. M. Mrs. Sawyer.

The Same.

1We gather in the name of God,
And, bowing down the head,
We stretch our waiting hands abroad,
And humbly ask for aid:
For aid, when o'er the spirit's day,
Thick clouds of darkness rest,
That we may chase the gloom away,
And light the darkened breast.
2For strength to lead the poor, the weak
Who tread the vale of years,--
For pity's hand to dry the cheek
Where sorrow sits in tears;
For hope, the beautiful and bright,
That whispers, "Ne'er despond!"
For faith, that through the darkest night
Still sees a star beyond.
3Bold heralds of the cross, O God,
Undaunted send us forth;
Salvation be our rallying word,--
Our field, the boundless earth;
Love on our lips, and in our soul,
Our labors never done;
O Sovereign Helper! till the goal
By all at last be won.

730. 7s. M. H. K. White.

Closing Hymn at an Association.

1Christians! brethren! ere we part,
Every voice and every heart
Join, and to our Father raise
One last hymn of grateful praise.
2Though we here should meet no more,
Yet there is a brighter shore;
There, released from toil and pain,
There we all may meet again.
3Now to him who reigns in heaven
Be eternal glory given;
Grateful for thy love divine,
O may all our hearts be thine!

731. C. M. Sutton.

The Same.

1Hail, sweetest, dearest tie that binds
Our glowing hearts in one;
Hail, sacred hope, that tunes our minds
To sing what God hath done.
It is the hope, the blissful hope,
Which gospel grace hath given;
The hope, when days and years are past,
We all shall meet in heaven.
2From eastern shores, from northern lands,
From western hill and plain,
From southern climes, the brother-bands
May hope to meet again;
It is the hope, the blissful hope,
Which love divine hath given:
The hope, when life and time are o'er,
We all shall meet in heaven.
3No hope deferred, no parting sigh,
That blessed meeting knows;
There friendship beams from every eye,
And hope immortal grows.
It is the hope, the precious hope,
Which boundless grace hath given:
The hope, when time shall be no more,
We all shall meet in heaven.

732. C. M. W. Ward.

Prayer for the Success of the Gospel.

1Great God, the nations of the earth
Are by creation thine;
And in thy works, by all beheld,
Thy radiant glories shine.
2But, Lord, thy greater love has sent
Thy gospel to mankind,
Unveiling what rich stores of grace
Are treasured in thy mind.
3O, when shall these glad tidings spread
The spacious earth around,
Till every tribe and every soul
Shall hear the joyful sound?
4Smile, Lord, on each divine attempt
To spread the gospel's rays,
And build on sin's demolished throne
The temples of thy praise.

733. 7s. & 6s. M. Heber.

Missionary Hymn.

1From 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.
2What though the spicy breezes
Blow 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.
3Shall we, whose souls are lighted
By wisdom from on high,
Shall we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O, salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation
Has learnt Messiah's name.

734. 7s. M. Pratt's Coll.

The Same.

1Go! ye messengers of God,
Like the beams of morning, fly;
Take the wonder-working rod,
Wave the Banner-Cross on high!
Where th' lofty minaret
Gleams along the morning skies,
Wave it till the crescent set,
And the "Star of Jacob" rise.
2Go! to many a tropic isle,
In the bosom of the deep;
Where the skies forever smile,
And th' oppressed forever weep!
O'er the negro's night of care
Pour the living light of heaven;
Chase away the fiend despair,
Bid him hope to be forgiven!
3When the golden gates of day
Open on the palmy east,
Wide the bleeding cross display,
Spread the gospel's richest feast:
Circumnavigate the ball,
Visit every soil and sea;
Preach the Cross of Christ to all--
Jesus' love is full and free!

735. C. M. S. W. Livermore.

The Western Churches.

1Our pilgrim brethren dwelling far,--
O God of truth and love,
Light thou their path with thine own star,
Bright beaming from above.
2Wide as their mighty rivers flow,
Let thine own truth extend;
Where prairies spread and forests grow,
O Lord, thy gospel send.
3Then will a mighty nation own
A union firm and strong;--
The sceptre of th' eternal throne
Shall rule its councils long.

736. C. P. M. Episcopal Coll.

On Western Missions.

1When, Lord, to this our western land,
Led by thy providential hand,
Our wandering fathers came,
Their ancient homes, their friends in youth
Sent forth the heralds of thy truth,
To keep them in thy name.
2Then, through our solitary coast,
The desert features soon were lost;
Thy temples there arose;
Our shores, as culture made them fair,
Were hallowed by thy rites, by prayer,
And blossomed as the rose.
3And O, may we repay this debt
To regions solitary yet
Within our spreading land!
There brethren, from our common home,
Still westward, like our fathers, roam,
Still guided by thy hand.
4Father, we own this debt of love;
O, shed thy Spirit from above,
To move each Christian breast,
Till heralds shall thy truth proclaim,
And temples rise, to fix thy name,
Through all our boundless West!

737. L. M. Winchell's Sel.

Missionaries Encouraged.

1Ye Christian heralds,--go, proclaim
Salvation in Immanuel's name:
To distant climes the tidings bear,
And plant the rose of Sharon there.
2He'll shield you with a wall of fire,
With holy zeal your hearts inspire,
Bid raging winds their fury cease,
And calm the savage breast to peace.
3And when our labors all are o'er,
Then shall we meet to part no more,--
Meet, with the ransomed throng to fail,
And crown the Saviour Lord of all.


738. 7s. M. Campbell's Coll.

Prayer for Children.

1God of mercy, hear our prayer
For the children thou hast given;
Let them all thy blessings share--
Grace on earth and bliss in heaven.
2In the morning of their days
May their hearts be drawn to thee;
Let them learn to lisp thy praise
In their earliest infancy.
3When we see their passions rise,
Sinful habits unsubdued,
Then to thee we lift our eyes,
That their hearts may be renewed.
4For this mercy, Lord, we cry;
Bend thine ever-gracious ear;
While on thee our souls rely,
Hear our prayer--in mercy hear.

739. C. M. Bp. Heber.

Early Religion.

1By cool Siloam's shady rill
How sweet the lily grows!
How sweet the breath beneath the hill
Of Sharon's dewy rose!
2Lo, such the child whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod;
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God!
3By cool Siloam's shady rill
The lily must decay;
The rose that blooms beneath the hill
Must shortly fade away.
4And soon, too soon, the wintry hour
Of man's maturer age
Will shake the soul with sorrow's power,
And stormy passion's rage!
5O Thou, who giv'st us life and breath,
We seek thy grace alone,
In childhood, manhood, age, and death;
To keep us still thine own!

740. 7s. & 6s. M. S. F. Smith.

"Remember thy Creator."

1"Remember thy Creator"
While youth's fair spring is bright,
Before thy cares are greater,
Before comes age's night;
While yet the sun shines o'er thee,
While stars the darkness cheer,
While life is all before thee,
Thy great Creator fear.

741. C. M. Watts.

Early Piety.

1When children give their hearts to God,
'Tis pleasing in his eyes;
A flower, when offered in the bud,
Is no vain sacrifice.
2It saves us from a thousand snares
To mind religion young;
Grace will preserve our following years,
And make our virtues strong.
3To thee, Almighty God, to thee
May we our hearts resign;
'Twill please us to look back and see,
That our whole lives were thine.

742. C. M. Gibbons.

The Same.

1In the soft season of thy youth,
In Nature's smiling bloom,
Ere age arrive, and trembling wait
Its summons to the tomb;
2Remember thy Creator, God;
For him thy powers employ;
Make him thy fear, thy love, thy hope,
Thy confidence, thy joy.
3He shall defend and guide thy course
Through life's uncertain sea,
Till thou art landed on the shore
Of blessed eternity.
4Then seek the Lord betimes, and choose
The path of heavenly truth:
The earth affords no lovelier sight
Than a religious youth.

743. L. M. Landon.

Permanence of Early Religious Impressions.

1While yet the youthful spirit bears
The image of its God within,
And uneffaced that beauty wears
So soon to be destroyed by sin;--
2Then is the time for faith and love
To take in charge their precious care,
Teach the young eye to look above,
Teach the young knee to bend in prayer.
3The world will come with care and crime,
And tempt too many a heart astray;
Still the seed sown in early time
Will not be wholly cast away.
4The infant prayer, the infant hymn,
Within the darkened soul will rise,
When age's weary eye is dim,
And the grave's shadow round us lies.
5Lord, grant our hearts be so inclined,
Thy work to seek, thy will to do;
And while we teach the youthful mind,
Our own be taught thy lessons too.

744. C. M. Watts.

Importance of the Bible to the Young.

1How shall the young secure their hearts,
And guard their lives, from sin?
Thy word the choicest rules imparts
To keep the conscience clean.
2'Tis, like the sun, a heavenly light,
That guides us all the day,
And, through the dangers of the night,
A lamp to lead our way.
3Thy precepts make us truly wise;
We hate the sinner's road:
We hate our own vain thoughts that rise,
But love thy law, O God!
4Thy word is everlasting truth:
How pure is every page!
That holy book shall guide our youth,
And well support our age.

745. S. M. Anonymous.

Youth and the Spring-time.

1Sweet is the time of spring,
When nature's charms appear;
The birds with ceaseless pleasure sing,
And hail the opening year:
But sweeter far the spring
Of wisdom and of grace,
When children bless and praise their King,
Who loves the youthful race.
2Sweet is the dawn of day,
When light just streaks the sky;
When shades and darkness pass away,
And morning's beams are nigh:
But sweeter far the dawn
Of piety in youth;
When doubt and darkness are withdrawn,
Before the light of truth.
3Sweet is the early dew,
Which gilds the mountain tops,
And decks each plant and flower we view,
With pearly, glittering drops;
But sweeter far the scene
On Zion's holy hill,
When there the dew of youth is seen
Its freshness to distil.

746. C. M. Episcopal Coll.

"Remember thy Creator."

1In the glad morn of life, when youth
With generous ardor glows,
And shines in all the fairest charms
That beauty can disclose;
2Deep on thy soul,--before its powers
Are yet by vice enslaved,--
Be thy Creator's lofty name
And character engraved.
3For soon the shades of grief may cloud
The sunshine of thy days;
And cares and toils, an endless round,
Encompass all thy ways.
4True wisdom, early sought and gained,
In age will give thee rest;
O then, improve the morn of life,
To make its evening blest!

747. 8s. & 7s. M. R. Streeter.

Children's Prayer.

1God of mercy and of wisdom,
Hear thy children's lisping cry;
Let thy presence, Lord, be with them,
Teaching lessons from on high.
2Here, beneath thy wing, we seat us,
Up to heaven for wisdom look;
Lord, in mercy deign to meet us,--
Meet us in thy sacred book.
3Since thy truth doth gild its pages,
May that truth, Lord, make us free;
On the Rock of endless ages
Let our faith established be.
4To our faith we'll add the graces,
Virtue, knowledge, patience, love;
When on earth we leave our places,
Raise us all to seats above.

748. 7s. M. Grey.

Sabbath School Hymn.

1Suppliant, lo! thy children bend,
Father, for thy blessing now;
Thou canst teach us, guide, defend,--
We are weak, almighty thou.
2With the peace thy word imparts,
Be the taught and teacher blest;
In their lives and on their hearts,
Father, be thy laws imprest.
3Pour into each longing mind
Light and knowledge from above:
Charity for all mankind--
Trusting faith, enduring love.

749. 8s. & 7s. M. Anonymous.

Opening of the School.

1We have met in peace together
In this house of God again;
Constant friends have led us hither,
Here to chant the solemn strain,
Here to breathe our adoration,
Here the Saviour's praise to sing:
May the Spirit of salvation
Come with healing in his wing.
2We have met, and Time is flying;
We shall part, and still his wing,
Sweeping o'er the dead and dying,
Will the changeful seasons bring:
Let us, while our hearts are lightest,
In our fresh and early years,
Turn to Him whose smile is brightest,
And whose grace will calm our fears.
3He will aid us, should existence
With its sorrows sting the breast;
Gleaming in the onward distance,
Faith will mark the land of rest:
There, 'midst day-beams round him playing,
We our Father's face shall see,
And shall hear him gently saying,
"Little children, come to me."

750. C. M. William Cutter.

Youthful Example.

1What if the little rain should say,
So small a drop as I
Can ne'er refresh these thirsty fields,
I'll tarry in the sky?
2What if a shining beam of noon
Should in its fountain stay,
Because its feeble light alone
Cannot create a day?
3Doth not each rain-drop help to form
The cool, refreshing shower,
And every ray of light to warm
And beautify the flower?
4Go thou, and strive to do thy share--
One talent,--less than thine,--
Improved with steady zeal and care,
Would gain rewards divine.

751. L. M. Montgomery.

Sabbath School Anniversary.

1From year to year in love we meet;
From year to year in peace we part;
The tongues of children uttering sweet
The thrilling joy of every heart.
2But time rolls on; and, year by year,
We change, grow up, or pass away;
Not twice the same assembly here
Have hailed the children's festal day.
3Death, ere another year, may strike
Some in our number marked to fall:
Be young and old prepared alike;
The warning is to each, to all.
4Oft broke, our failing ranks renew;
Send teachers, children, in our place,
More humble, docile, faithful, true,
More like thy Son, from race to race.

752. L. M. Anonymous.

For the Close of a Sabbath School.

1Father, once more let grateful praise
And humble prayer to thee ascend;
Thou Guide and Guardian of our ways,
Our early and our only Friend.
2Since every day and hour that's gone
Has been with mercy richly crowned,
Mercy, we know, shall still flow on,
Forever sure as time rolls round.
3Hear then the parting prayers we pour,
And bind our hearts in love alone;
And if we meet on earth no more,
May we at last surround thy throne.

753. 6s. & 4s. M. J. G. Adams.

Sabbath School Anniversary.

1Creation's sovereign Lord!
Be thy glad name adored
Through earth and sky!
Hear, as in youthful days
To thee we humbly raise
Songs of our grateful praise,
Holy and high!
2Thanks for thy light so free,
Causing our eyes to see
Thy truth and grace;
Love, that dispels our fear,
Mercy, to sinners dear,
Life, dying souls to cheer,
For all our race.
3Thanks, that on hearts like ours
Thy loving kindness showers
Knowledge divine;
O let its influence be
Fruitful in works for thee,
Causing in purity
Our lives to shine.
4Bless this our childhood band,
And let us ever stand
Truthful and strong;
Christians in deed and love,
Such as thou wilt approve,
Till we in worlds above
Thy praise prolong!

754. 7s. & 6s. M. S. S. Choir.

The Same.

1When, his salvation bringing,
To Zion Jesus came,
The children all stood singing
Hosanna to his name.
Nor did their zeal offend him,
But, as he rode along,
He bade them still attend him,
And smiled to hear their song.
2And since the Lord retaineth
His love for children still,
Though now as king he reigneth
On Zion's heavenly hill,
We'll flock around his banner,
Who sits upon the throne;
And cry aloud, "Hosanna
To David's royal Son."
3For should we fail proclaiming
Our great Redeemer's praise,
The stones, our silence shaming,
Might well hosanna raise.
But shall we only render
The tribute of our words?
No! while our hearts are tender,
They, too, shall be the Lord's.

755. 7s. & 6s. M. Boston S. S. H. Book.

Anniversary of Independence.

1We come with joy and gladness
To breathe our songs of praise,
Nor let one note of sadness
Be mingled in our lays;
For 'tis a hallowed story,
This theme of freedom's birth:
Our fathers' deeds of glory
Are echoed round the earth.
2The sound is waxing stronger,
And thrones and nations hear--
Proud men shall rule no longer,
For God the Lord is near:
And he will crush oppression,
And raise the humble mind,
And give the earth's possession
Among the good and kind.
3And then shall sink the mountains
Where pride and power are crowned,
And peace, like gentle fountains,
Shall shed its pureness round.
O God! we would adore thee,
And in thy shadow rest;
Our fathers bowed before thee,
And trusted and were blest.

756. 8s. & 7s. M. Horne.

Autumn Warnings.

1See the leaves around us falling,
Dry and withered, to the ground;
Thus to thoughtless mortals calling,
In a sad and solemn sound:--
2"Youth, on length of days presuming,
Who the paths of pleasure tread,--
View us, late in beauty blooming,
Numbered now among the dead.
3"What though yet no losses grieve you,
Gay with health and many a grace,
Let not cloudless skies deceive you:
Summer gives to autumn place."
4On the tree of life eternal,
Let our highest hopes be staid:
This alone, forever vernal,
Bears a leaf that shall not fade.

757. C. M. Anonymous.

Death of a Teacher.

1Farewell, dear friend! a long farewell!
For we shall meet no more
Till we are raised with thee to dwell
On Zion's happy shore.
2Our friend and brother, lo! is dead!
The cold and lifeless clay
Has made in dust its silent bed,
And there it must decay.
3Farewell, dear friend, again farewell,--
Soon we shall rise to thee;
And when we meet, no tongue can tell
How great our joys shall be.
4No more we'll mourn thee, parted friend,
But lift our ardent prayer,
And every thought and effort bend
To rise and join thee there.

758. 12s. & 11s. M. Anonymous.

The Same.

1Though lost to our sight, we may not deplore thee,
The clear light of faith shall illumine thy road;
All through the dark valley shall angels watch o'er thee,
And guide thee in peace to the home of thy God.
2Thy heart, while on earth, in his praises delighted,
Thy voice ever spoke of his fatherly love;
And now, by life's shadows no longer benighted,
Thou wilt love him and praise him in heaven above.
3And there may we meet when life shall be ended,
All tears wiped away, and all errors forgiven,
And there may our prayers together be blended
In the sweet song of praise to our Master in heaven.

759. L. M. S. S. Choir.

Death of a Scholar.

1We come our Sabbath hymn to raise,
Our earnest, humble prayer to pour;
One voice is hushed, its notes of praise
Shall mingle here with ours no more.
2The lips are still, the eye is dim,
That brightly beamed with joy and love;
The spirit, it hath gone to Him
Who freely gave it from above.
3We will not weep, for Jesus said,
"Let little children to me come;"
But pray that our young hearts be led
To seek our everlasting home.

760. C. M. Boston S. S. H. Book.

The Same.

1Death has been here, and borne away
A brother from our side:
Just in the morning of his day,
As young as we he died.
2We cannot tell who next may fall
Beneath thy chastening rod;
One must be first, but let us all
Prepare to meet our God.
3May each attend with willing feet
The means of knowledge here;
And wait around thy mercy seat,
With hope as well as fear.
4Lord, to thy wisdom and thy care
May we resign our days;
Content to live and serve thee here,
Or die and sing thy praise.

761. 8s. & 7s. M. R. C. Waterston.

On the Death of a Female Scholar.

1One sweet flower has drooped and faded,
One sweet infant's voice has fled,
One fair brow the grave has shaded,
One dear school-mate now is dead.
2But we feel no thought of sadness,
For our friend is happy now;
She has knelt in soul-felt gladness,
Where the blessed angels bow.
3She has gone to heaven before us,
But she turns and waves her hand,
Pointing to the glories o'er us,
In that happy spirit-land.
4God, our Father, watch above us,
Keep us all from danger free;
Do thou guard, and guide, and love us,
Till like her we go to thee.

762. C. M. Anonymous.

A Child's Prayer.

1Lord, teach a little child to pray,
And, O, accept my prayer;
Thou canst hear all the words I say,
For thou art everywhere.
2A little sparrow cannot fall
Unnoticed, Lord, by thee;
And though I am so young and small,
Thou dost take care of me.</