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 Library of Congress Subject Headings, 21st edition, 1998 Hymns, English -- Texts. Hymns, English -- United States -- 19th century -- Texts. Soldiers -- Confederate States of America -- Songs and music -- Texts. Soldiers -- Confederate States of America -- Hymns -- Texts. United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Songs and music -- Texts. United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865. 1999-05-06, Celine Noel and Wanda Gunther revised TEIHeader and created catalog record for the electronic edition. 1999-04-16, Natalia Smith, project manager, finished TEI-conformant encoding and final proofing. 1999-04-15, Joshua Good McKim finished TEI/SGML encoding 1999-03-26, Jim Crawford finished scanning (OCR) and proofing.

HYMNS FOR THE CAMP Second edition, revised and enlarged.

“Singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord.”

 TO “OUR SOLDIERS,” THIS LITTLE COLLECTION OF HYMNS IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED.

GOD grant that every one who shall read or sing these hymns may join that great multitude, that glorious choir, that shall at last surround the throne on high, and there ascribe “Blessing, and glory, and wisdom, and thanksgiv ng, and honor, and might, unto our God forever and ever.”

 SUBJECTS. Morning, ..... HYMN 1 Evening, ..... 2-3 Christ, ..... 4-23 Praise, ..... 24-29 Prayer, ..... 30-40 Invitation & Warning, ..... 41-63 Christian Experience, ..... 64-121 The Bible, ..... 122-123 Death, ..... 124-133 Heaven ..... 134-144 The Sabbath, ..... 145-146 Close of a Meeting ..... 147-149 Doxologies ..... 150 INDEX. A charge to keep I have ..... HYMN 103 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed, ..... 6 All hail the power of Jesus' name ..... 23 Am I a soldier of the Cross, ..... 91 Amazing Grace how sweet the sound, ..... 108 And can I yet delay, ..... 55 And let this feeble body fail, ..... 128 And must I be to judgment brought, ..... 132 Another day of Soldier life, ..... 3 Approach my soul the mercy seat ..... 31 Arise, my soul, arise, ..... 19 A throne of grace! .....36 Awake my soul, and with the sun, ..... 1 Awake my soul in joyful lays, ..... 24 Awake my soul stretch every nerve, ..... 64 Before Jehovah's awful throne, ..... 26 Begone unbelief, ..... 78 Bleeding hearts defiled by sin ..... 44 Blest be the tie that binds ..... 121 Brethren while we sojourn here ..... 92 Broad is the road that leads to death, ..... 57 Children of the Heavenly King, ..... 93 Christ and His Cross are all our theme, ..... 10 Come christian brethren ere we part, ..... 147 Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, ..... 34 Come on my fellow pilgrims come, ..... 95 Come thou fount of every blessing, ..... 109 Come trembling sinner, ..... 42 Come, we that love the Lord, ..... 29 Come ye disconsolate, ..... 45 Come ye sinners poor and wretched, ..... 43 Commit thou all thy griefs, ..... 70 Delay not, delay not, ..... 63 Depth of mercy, ..... 33 Did Christ o'er sinners weep, ..... 117 Dismiss us with thy blessing, ..... 149 Do not I love thee, O my Lord, ..... 98 Earth has engrossed my love too long! ..... 11 Eternity is just at hand, ..... 129 Father I stretch my hands to thee ..... 60 Father whate'er of earthly bliss, ..... 114 Firm as the earth thy gospel stands, ..... 96 From all that dwell below the skies, ..... 27 From every stormy wind that blows, ..... 35 Give to the winds thy fears, ..... 112 Glory to thee, my God, ..... 2 God's holy law transgressed, ..... 12 God is a Spirit ..... 37 God moves in a mysterious way, ..... 116 Grace 'tis a charming sound, ..... 72 Guide me O thou great Jehovah, ..... 113 Hail! sweetest, dearest tie, ..... 90 Hark from the tombs ..... 133 Hark, my soul! ..... 67 Hasten, sinner, to be wise; ..... 62 How can I sink with such a prop, ..... 73 How charming is the place, ..... 75 How firm a foundation, ..... 100 How happy are they, ..... 105 How happy is the christian's state! ..... 89 How lost was my condition, ..... 8 How precious is the book divine, ..... 122 How sad our state by nature is, ..... 77 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds, ..... 21 How tedious and tasteles the hours, ..... 79 I love to steal awhile away, ..... 28 I send the joys of earth away ..... 87 I would not live always, ..... 111 I'm a pilgrim, ..... 144 I'm but a traveller here, ..... 135 I'm not ashamed to own my Lord, ..... 102 In all my Lord's appointed ways, ..... 82 In duties and in sufferings, too, ..... 84 In evil long I took delight, ..... 9 In the Christian's home in glory, ..... 134 In vain I trace creation o'er, ..... 85 Jerusalem my glorious home, ..... 139 Jesus! and shall it ever be, ..... 20 Jesus I love thy charming name, ..... 22 Jesus, I my crss have taken, ..... 101 Jesus, lover of my soul, ..... 99 Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend, ..... 46 Jesus, my all to Heaven is gone, ..... 110 Jesus we look to thee, ..... 13 Joyfully joyfully, ..... 140 Joy to the world, ..... 15 Just as I am, ..... 56 Life is the time to serve the Lord, ..... 48 Lord while for all mankind we pray, ..... 40 Mistaken souls that dream of Heaven, ..... 88 My days are gliding swiftly by. ..... 107 My dear Redeemer and my Lord, ..... 86 My soul, be on thy guard, ..... 66 My times of sorrow and of joy, ..... 71 Must Jesus bear the Cross alone, ..... 104 No more, my God. I boast no more, ..... 74 Not all the blood of beasts, ..... 5 Not to cndmn the sons of men, ..... 14 Now to the Lamb, ..... 150 O for a faith that will not shrink, ..... 76 O for a lo er walk, ..... 97 O for the death of those ..... 130 O how I love thy holy law! ..... 123 O thou that hear'st the prayer of faith, ..... 58 O thou whose tender mecy hears, ..... 30 O that my load of sin were gone, ..... 47 O when shall I see Jesus, ..... 106 O where shall rest be found, ..... 125 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, ..... 141 One there is above all others, ..... 17 Peaceful be thy silent slumber, ..... 127 People of the living God, ..... 119 Plunged in a gulf of dark despair, ..... 16 Praise God from whom all, &c., ..... 150 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, ..... 38 Religion is the chief concern, ..... 41 Return, O wanderer, return, ..... 53 Rise my soul, ..... 136 Rock of Ages, ..... 61 Safely through another week, ..... 146 Salvation! 0 the joyful sound, ..... 25 Say brothers will you meet us, ..... 148 Say sinner hath a voice within, ..... 50 Show pity Lord, ..... 59 Sinner rouse thee from thy sleep, ..... 49 Sinners, turn! why will ye die? ..... 51 So let our lips and lives express, ..... 80 Soldiers of Christ arise, ..... 68 Soldiers of the cross arise; ..... 69 Sovereign Ruler of the skies! ..... 81 Stand up, my soul, ..... 65 The day approaches, O my soul! ..... 124 There is a fountain, ..... 4 There is a happy land, ..... 137 There is a land of pure delight, ..... 142 This world would be a wilderness, ..... 83 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love, ..... 143 'Tis religion that can give, ..... 118 Unto thine altar Lord, ..... 94 Vital spark of Heavenly flame, ..... 131 Welcome sweet day of rest, ..... 145 We're travelling home to Heaven, ..... 54 When I can read my title clear, ..... 138 When I survey the wondrous Cross, ..... 7 When marshalled on the nightly plain, ..... 18 When thy mortal life is fled, ..... 52 What various hindrances we meet, ..... 32 While thee I seek protecting Power, ..... 115 With all the boasted pomp of war, ..... 39 Why should we start and fear to die, ..... 126 Ye glittering toys of earth adieu, ..... 120 HYMNS. 1 L. M. 1 AWAKE my soul, and with the sun Thy daily course of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, an early rise To pay thy morning sacrifice. 2 Lord, I my vows to thee renew; Scatter my sins as morning dew; Guard my first spring of thought and will, And with thyself my spirit fill. 3 Direct, control, suggest this day, All I design, or do or say, That all my powers with all their might In thy sole glory may unite. 4 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refreshed me while I slept; Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless life partake. 2 L. M. 1 GLORY to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light: Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Under thine own Almighty wings. 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ills that I this day have done: That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 3 O may my soul on thee repose, And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close: Sleep, that may me more vigorous make To serve my God when I awake. 3 C. M. 1 ANOTHER day of soldier life Is numbered with the past; It was not filled with bloody strife, And did not prove our last. 2. Thy grace, O God, hath kept us whole; To thee we lift our praise; Accept the homage of each soul, And keep us all our days. 3 Keep us in safety through the night, And with us those we love: Save us, we pray thee, by thy might, In battle and above. 4 C. M. 1 THERE is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins, And sinners plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away, 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more. 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. 5 And when my lisping, stam'ring tongue Lies silent in the grave, Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing thy power to save! 5 S. M. 1 NOT all the blood of beasts, On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away the stain. 2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, Takes all our sins away; A sacrifice of nobler name, And richer blood, than they. 3 My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back, to see The burdens thou didst bear, When hanging on the cursed tree, And hopes her guilt was there. 5 Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing his bleeding love. 6 C M 1 ALAS? and did my Saviour bleed! And did my Sovereign die! Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? 2 Was it for crimes that I have done, He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree! 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide And shut his glories in, When Christ, the mighty Maker, died For man, the creature's sin. 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, While his dear cross appears; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt my eyes to tears. 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe; Here, Lord, I give myself away, 'Tis all that I can do. 7 L. M. 1 WHEN I survey the wondrous cross, On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride, 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 Were all the realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. 8 7's & 6's. 1 HOW lost was my condition, Till Jesus made me whole! There is but one Physician Can cure a sin-sick soul. Next door to death he found me, And snatched me from the grave To tell to all around me His wondrous power to save. 2 From men great skill professing, I thought a cure to gain; But this proved more distressing, And added to my pain. Some said that nothing ailed me: Some gave me up for lost; Thus every refuge failed me, And all my hopes were crossed. 3 At length, this great Physician— How matchless is his grace! Accepted my petition, And undertook my case; First gave me sight to view him, For sin my eyes had sealed,— Then bade me look unto him: I looked, and I was healed dying, risen Jesus, Seen by the eye of faith, At once from danger frees us, And saves the soul from death. Come, then to this Physician; His help he'll freely give; He makes no hard condition; 'Tis only, Look and live. 9 C. M. 1 IN evil long I took delight, Unawed by shame or fear, Till a new object struck my sight, And stopped my wild career. 2 I saw one hanging on a tree In agonies and blood; He fixed his languid eyes on me, As near his cross I stood. 3 O, never, till my latest breath, Shall I forget get that look; It seemed to charge me with his death, Though not a word he spoke. 4 My conscience felt and owned the guilt; It plunged me in despair; I saw my sins his blood had spilt, And helped to nail him there. 5 A second look he gave, which said, “I freely all forgive; This blood is for thy ransom paid; I die that hou mayst live.” 6 Thus, while his death my sin displays In all its darkest hue, Such is the mystery of grace, It seals my pardon too. 10 C. M. 1 CHRIST and his cross are all our theme: The mysteries that we speak Are scandal in the Jews' esteem, And folly to the Greek. 2 But souls enlightened from above With joy receive the word; They see what wisdom, power, and love Shine in their dying Lord. 3 The vital savour of his name Restores their fainting breath; But unbelief perverts the same To guilt, despair, and death. 4 Till God diffuse his graces down, Like showers of heavenly rain, In vain Apollos sows the ground; And Paul may plant in vain. 11 C. M. 1 EARTH has engrossed my love too long 'Tis time I lift mine eyes Upward, dear Father, to thy throne, And to my native skies. 2 There the blest Man, my Saviour, sits: The God! how bright he shines! And scatters infinite delights On all the happy minds. 3 Seraphs, with elevated strains, Circle the throne around, And move and charm the starry plains With an immortal sound. 4 Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs; Jesus, my love, they sing! Jesus, the life of both our joys, Sounds sweet from every string. 5 Now let me mount and join their song, And be an angel too; My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue, Here's joyful work for you. 6 I would begin the music here, And so my soul should rise; O for some heavenly notes to bear My passions to the skies! 12 S. M. 1 GOD'S holy law transgressed, Speaks nothing but despair; Convinced of guilt, with grief oppressed, We find no comfort there. 2 Not all our groans and tears, Nor works which we have done, Nor vows, nor promises, nor prayers, Can e'er for sin atone. 3 Relief alone is found In Jesus' precious blood: 'Tis this that heals the mortal wound, And reconciles to God. 4 High lifted on the cross The spotless Victim dies: This is salvation's only source; Hence all our hopes arise. 13 S. M. 1 JESUS, we look to thee, Thy promised presence claim; Thou in the midst of us shall be, Assembled in thy name: 2 Thy name salvation is, Which here we come to prove; Thy name is life, and health, and peace, And everlasting love. 3 Present we know thou art; But, O, thyself, reveal! Now, Lord, let every bounding heart The mighty comfort feel! 4 O may thy quickening voice The death of sin remove; And bid our inmost souls rejoice, In hope of perfect love! 14 L. M. 1 NOT to condemn the sons of men, Did Christ, the Son of God, appear; No weapons in his hands are seen, No flaming sword or thunder there. 2 Such was the pity of our God, He loved the race of man so well, He sent his Son to bear our load Of sins, and save our souls from hell. 3 Sinners, believe the Saviour's word; Trust in his mighty name, and live; A thousand joys his lips afford, His hands a thousand blessings give. 15 C. M. 1 JOY to the world: the Lord is come; Let earth receive her King; Let every heart prepare him room, And heaven and nature sing. 2 Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns; Let men their songs employ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains Repeat the sounding joy. 3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground; He comes to make his blessings flow Far as the curse is found. 4 He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of his righteousness, And wonders of his love. 16 C. M. 1 PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair, We wretched sinners lay, Without one cheerful beam of hope, Or spark of glimmering day. 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace Beheld our helpless grief; He saw, and O, amazing love! He ran to our relief. 3 Down from the shining seats above With joyful haste he fled. Entered the grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead. 4 O, for this love, let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break, And all harmonious human tongues The Saviour's praises speak. 17 8, 7. 1 ONE there is above all others, Well deserves the name of Friend; His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end. 2 Which of all our friends, to save us, Could or would have shed his blood? But this Saviour died to have us Reconciled, in him, to God. 3 When he lived on earth abased, Friend of sinners was his name; Now above all glory raised, He rejoices in the same. 4 O for grace our hearts to soften! Teach us, Lord, at length to love; We alas! forget too often What a friend we have above. 18 L. M. 1 WHEN marshalled on the nightly plain. The glittering host bestuds the sky, One star alne of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. 2 Hak! hark! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem; But one lone the Saviour speaks— It is the star of Bethlehem! 3 Once on the raging seas I rode: The storm was loud, the night was dark; The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark. 4 De horror then my vitals froze; Death struck, I ceased the tide to stem When suddenly a star arose— It was the Sar of Bethlehem! 5 It was my guide, my light, my all; It made my dark forbodings cease; And through the storm and danger's thrall It led me to the port of peace. 6 Now safely moored, my peril o'er, I'l sing first in night's diadem Foever and forevermore— The Star—the Star of Bethlehem! 19 H. M. 1 AR1SE my soul, arise; Shake off thy guilty fears; The bleeding Sacrifice In my behalf appears: Before the throne my Surety stands; My name is written on his hands. 2 The bleeding wounds he bears, Received on Calvary, Now pour effectual prayers And strongly speak for me: “Forgive him, O forgive,” they cry, “Nor let that ransomed sinner die.” 3 The Father hears him pray, The dear anointed One; He cannot turn away The pleading of his Son: His spirit anwers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. 4 To God I'm reconciled: His pardoning voice I hear; He owns me for his child: I can no longer fear: With filial trust I now draw nigh, And “Father, Abba Father,” cry. 20 L. M. 1 JESUS! and shall it ever be, A mortal man ashamed of thee? Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise Whose glories shine through endless days! 2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far Let evening blush to own a star; He sheds the beams of light divine O'er this benighted soul of mine. 3 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend? No; when I blush, be this my shame That I no more revere his name. 4 Ashamed of Jesus! Yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away,— No tear to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to hush, no soul to save. 5 Till then—nor is my boasting vain— Till then I boast a Saviour slain! And O may this my glory be, Jesus is not ashamed of me! 21 C. M. 1 HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest. 3 Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought. 22 C. M. 1 JESUS, I love thy charming name; 'Tis music to mine ear: Fain would I sound it out so loud That earth and heaven might hear. 2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul, My transport and my trust: Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, And gold is sordid dust. 3 All my capacious powers can wish In thee doth richly meet; Nor to my eyes is light so dear, Nor friendship half so sweet. 4 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart, And shed its fragrance there— The noblest balm of all its wounds, The cordial of its care. 5 I'll speak the honors of thy name With my last, laboring breath, And, dying, clasp thee in my arms, The antidote of death. 23 C. M. 1 ALL hail the power of Jesus' name! Let angels prostrate fall: Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all. 2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, A remnant weak and small! Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all. 3 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall; Go, spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all! 24 L. M. 1 AWAKE, my soul, in joyful lays, And sing thy great Redeemer's praise; He justly claims a song from me; His loving kindness, O, how free! 2 He saw me ruined by the fall, Yet loved me, notwithstanding all; He saved me from my lost estate: His loving kindness, O, how great! 3 Though numerous host of migty foes, Though earth and hell, my way oppose, He safely leads my soul along: His loving kindness, O, how strong! 4 I often feel my sinful heart Pro from my Saviour to depart; But though I oft have him forgot, His loving kindness changes not. 5 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale; Soon all my mortal powers must fail; O, may my last, expiring breath His loving kindness sing in death. 25 C. M. 1 SALVATION! oh, the joyful sound, Glad tidings to our ears; A sovereign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears. 2 Salvation! buried once in sin, At hell's dark door we lay; But now we rise by grace divine, And see a heavenly day. 3 Salvation! let the echo fly The spacious earth around; While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound. 26 L. M. 1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone; He can create, and he destroy. 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay and formed us men; And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed, He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are his people, we his care, Our souls, and our mortal frame; What lasting honors shall we rear, Almighty maker, to thy name? 4 We'll crowd thy gates, with thankful songs, High as the heaven our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousands tongues. Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command; Vast as eternity thy love; Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move. 27 L. M. 1 From all that dwell below the skies. Let the Creator's praise arise; Let the Redeemer's name be sung Through every land, by every tongue. 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord, And truth eternal is thy Word: Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore: Till suns shall rise and set no more. 28 C. M. 1 I LOVE to steal awhile away From every cumbering care; And spend the hours of setting day In humble, grateful prayer. 2 I love in solitude to shed The penitential tear; And all his promises to plead, When none but God can hear. 3 I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore: And all my cares and sorrows cast, On him whom I adore. 4 I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven: The prospect doth my strength renew While here by tempests driven. 5 Thus when life's toilsome day is o'er. May its departing ray, Be calm as this impressive hour, And lead to endless day. 29 S. M. 1 COME, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne. 2 The sorrows of the mind Be banished from the place; Religion never was designed To make our pleasures less. 3 Let those refuse to sing, Who never knew our God; But children of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad. 4 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets. 5 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We're marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high. 30 C. M. 1 O THOU, whose tender mercy hears Contrition's humble sigh; Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears From sorrow's weeping eye:— 2 See low before thy throne of grace, A wretched wanderer mourn; Hast thou not bid me seek thy face? Hast thou not said,—“Return?” 3 And shall my guilty fears prevail To drive me from thy feet? Oh, let not this dear refuge fail, This only safe retreat! 4 Oh, shine on this benighted heart With beams of mercy shine! And let thy healing voice impart A taste of joys divine. 31 C. M. 1 APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat, Where Jesus answers prayer, There humbly fall before his feet, For none can perish there. 2 Thy promise is my only plea; With this I venture nigh; Thou callest burdened souls to thee, And such, O Lord, am I. 3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, By Satan sorely pressed, By wars without, and fears within, I come to thee for rest. 4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place, That, sheltered near thy side, I may my fierce accuser face, And tell him thou has died. 5 O, wondrous love!—to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame, That guilty sinners, such as I, Might plead his gracious name. 6 “Poor tempest-tossed soul, be still, My promised grace receive:” 'Tis Jesus speaks—I must, I will, I can, I do believe. 32 L. M. 1 WHAT various hindrances we meet, In coming to a mercy-seat; Yet who that knows the worth of prayer, But wishes to be often there. 2 Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw, Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw, Gives exercise to faith and love, Brings every blessing from above. 3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer makes the Christian's armor bright; And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees. 4 Have you no words? Ah! think again, Words flow apace when you complain, And fill your fellow creature's ear, With the sad tale of all your care. 5 Were half the brreath thus vainly spent, To heaven in supplications sent, Your cheerful song would oftener be, “Hear what the Lord has done for me.” 33 7's 1 DEPTH of mercy, can there be Mercy still reserved for me? Can my God his wrath forbear? Me, the chief of sinners, spare? 2 I have long withstood his grace, Long provoked him to his face; Would not hearken to his calls, Grieved him by a thousand falls. 3 There for me the Saviour stands, Shows his wounds, and spreads his hands: God is love! I know, I feel, Jesus weeps and loves me still. 4 Now incline me to repent! Let me now my fall lament! Now my foul revolt deplore, Weep, believe, and sin no more. 34 C. M. 1 COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look, how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys! Our souls can neither fly nor go, To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. 4 Dear Lord, and shall we ever live At this poor dying rate? Our love so faint, so cold to thee, And thine to us so great? 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers: Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours. 35 L. M. 1 FROM every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retret; 'Tis found before the mercy seat. 2 There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads, A place of all on earth most sweet, It is the blood-bought mercy seat. 3 There is a scene where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend; Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy seat. 4 There, 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. 36 C. M. 1 A THRONE of grace! then let us go And offer up our prayer; A gracious God will mercy show To all that worship there. 2 A throne of grace! O, at that throne Our knees have often bent, And God has showered his blessings down As often as we went. 3 A throne of grace! rejoice, ye saints! That throne is open still; To God unbosom your complaints, And then inquire his will. 4 A throne of grace we yet shall need Long as we draw our breath, A Saviour, too, to intercede, Till we are changed by death. 5 The throne of glory then shall glow With beams from Jesus' face, And we no longer want shall know, Nor need a throne of grace. 37 C. M. 1 GOD is a Spirit, just and wise, He sees our inmost mind: In vain to heaven we raise our cries, And leave our souls behind. 2 Nothing but truth before his throne With honor can appear; The painted hypocrites are known Through the disguise they wear. 3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies, Their bending knees the ground; But God abhors the sacrifice, Where not the heart is found. 4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways, And make my soul sincere; Then shall I stand before thy face, And find acceptance there. 38 C. M. 1 PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire, Unuttered or expressed, The motion of a hidden fire, That trembles in the breast. 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near. 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try; Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air, His watchword at the gates of death; He enters heaven with prayer. 39 C. M. 1 WITH all the boasted pomp of war In vain, we dare the hostile field; In vain, unless the Lord be there; Thine arm alone our land can shield. 2 Our arms succeed, our councils guide, Let thy right hand our cause maintain; Till war's destructive rage subside, And pease resume her gentle reign. 40 C. M. 1 LORD, while for all mankind we pray, Of every clime an coast, O, hear us for our native land— The land we love the most. 2 O, guard our shores from evey foe, With peace our borders bless, With prosperous times our cities crown Our fields with plenteousness. 3 Unite us in the sacred love Of knowledge, truth, and thee; And let our hills and valleys shout The songs of liberty. 4 Lord of the nations, thus to thee Our country we commend; Be thou her refuge and her trust, Her everlasting friend. 41 C. M. 1 RELIGION is the chief concern Of mortals here below; May I its great importance learn, Its sovereign virtue know. 2 Religion should our thoughts engage Amidst our youthful bloom, 'Twill fit us for declining age, Or for an early tomb. 3 O, may my heart, by grace renewed, Be my Redeemer's throne; And be my stubborn will subdued, His government to own. 4 Let deep repentance, faith, and love, Be joined with godly fear; And all my conversation prove My heart to be sincere. 42 C. M. 1 COME trembling sinner, in whose breast A thousand thoughts revolve; Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed, And make this last resolve: 2 I'll go to Jesus, though my sin Hath like a mountain rose; I know his courts, I'll enter in, Whatever may oppose. 3 Perhaps he will admit my plea, Perhaps will hear my prayer; But if I perish, I will pray, And perish only there. 4 I can but perish if I go; I am resolved to try; For if I stay away, I know I must forever die. 43 8's, 7's & 4. 1 COME, ye sinners, poor, and wretched, Weak and wounded, sick and sore! Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity joined with power: He is able, He is willing: doubt no more. 2 Come, ye thirsty! come and welcome; God's free bounty glorify: True belief, and true repentance, Every grace that brings us nigh— Without money, Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 3 Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitess fondly dream; All the fitness he requireth, Is to feel your need of him; This he gives you; 'Tis his Spirit's rising beam. 4 Come ye weary, heavey-laden, Lost and ruined by the fall! If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all: Not the righteous— Sinners, Jesus came to call. 44 7's. 1 BLEEDING hearts defiled by sin, Jesus Christ can make you clean; Contrite souls with guilt opprest, Jesus Christ can give you rest. 2 You that mourn o'er follies past, Precious hours and years laid waste; Turn to God, O turn and live! Jesus Christ can still forgive. 3 Souls benighted and forlorn, Grieved, afflicted, tempest-worn, Now in Israel's Rock confide; Jesus Christ for man has died. 4 Fainting souls, in peril's hour, Yield not to the tempter's power; On the risen Lord rely; Jesus Christ now reigns on high. 45 11's & 10's. 1 COME, ye disconsolate, wher'er ye languish: Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal. 2 Joy to 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. 3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, pure from above; Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove. 46 C. M. 1 JESUS thou art the sinner's Friend; As such I look to thee, Now in the bowels of thy love, O Lord, remember me. 2 Remember thy pure word of grace; Remember Calvary; Remember all thy dying groans, And then remember me. 3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God, I yield myself to thee; While thou art sitting on thy throne, O Lord, remember me. 4 I own I'm guilty, own I'm vile, But thy salvation's free: Then in thy all-abounding grace, O Lord, remember me. 5 Howe'er forsaken or distressed, Howe'er oppressed I be, Howe'er afflicted here on earth, Do thou remember me. 6 And when I close my eyes in death, And creature helps all flee, Then, O my great Redeemer, God, I pray, remember me! 47 L. M. 1 O THAT my load of sin were gone! O that I could at last submit, At Jesus' feet to lay it down! To lay my soul at Jesus' feet! 2 Rest for my soul I long to find: Saviour of all, if mine thou art, Give me thy meek and lowly mind, And stamp thine image on my heart. 3 Fain would I learn of thee, my God, Thy light and easy burden prove; The cross all stain'd with hallow'd blood, The labor of thy dying love. 4 I would, but thou must give the power: My heart from every sin release; Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, And fill me with thy perfect peace. 5 Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer, Nor let thy chariot wheels delay: Appear, in my poor heart appear! My God, my Saviour, come away. 48 L. M. 1 LIFE is the time to serve the Lord, The time t'ensure the great reward; And while the lamp holds out to burn, The vilest sinner may return. 2 Life is the hour that God has given To 'scape from hell and fly to heaven; The day of grace, and mortals may Secure the blessings of the day. 3 The living know that they must die, But all the dead forgotten lie; Their memory and their sense is gone, Alike unknowing and unknown. 4 Then what my thoughts design to do, My hands, with all your might pursue, Since no device nor work is found, Nor faith, nor hope beneath the ground, 5 There are no acts of pardon past In the cold grave to which we haste, But darkness, death, and long despair, Reign in eternal silence there. 49 7's. 1 SINNER, rouse thee from thy sleep; Wake, and o'er thy folly weep; Raise thy spirit, dark and dead; Jesus waits his light to shed. 2 Wake from sleep; arise from death; See the bright and living path; Watchful, tread that path; be wise; Leave thy folly; seek the skies. 3 Leave thy folly; cease from crime; From this hour redeem thy time; Life secure without delay; Evil is thy mortal day. 50 L. M. 1 SAY, sinner, hath a voice within Oft whispered to thy secret soul, Urged thee to leave the ways of sin, And yield thy heart to God's control? 2 Sinner, it was a heavenly voice; It was the Saviour's gracious call; It bade thee make the better choice, And haste to seek in Christ thine all. 3 Spurn not the call to life and light; Regard in time the warning kind; That call thou may'st not always slight, And yet the gate of mercy find. 4 Sinner, perhaps this very day Thy last accepted time may be; O, shouldst thou grieve him now away, Then hope may never beam on thee. 51 7's. 1 SINNERS, turn; why will ye die? God, you Maker, asks you why; God, who did your being give, Made you with himself to live. 2 Sinners turn; why will ye die? God, your Saviour, asks you why: Will ye not in him believe? He has died that ye might live. 3 Will ye let him die in vain? Crucify your Lord again? Why, unpardoned sinners, why Will ye slight his grace, and die? 4 Sinners, turn; why will ye die? God, the Spirit, asks you why: Often with you has he strove, Wooed you to embrace his love. 5 Will ye not his grace receive? Will ye still refuse to live? O, ye dying sinners, why, Why will ye forever die? 52 7's. 1 WHEN thy mortal life is fled, When the death-shades o'er thee spread, When is finished thy career, Sinner, where wilt thou appear? 2 When the world has passed away, When draws near the judgment-day, When the awful trump shall sound, Say, O where wilt thou be found? 3 When the judge descends in light, Clothed in majesty and might, When the wicked quail with fear, Where, O where wilt thou appear? 4 While the Holy Ghost is nigh, Quickly to the Saviour fly; Then shall peace thy spirit cheer; Then in heaven shalt thou appear. 53 L. M. 1 RETURN, O wanderer, return, And seek an injured Father's face; Those warm desires that in thee burn, Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 2 Return, O wanderer return, And seek a Father's melting heart; His pitying eyes thy grief discern, His hand shall heal thy inward smart. 3 Return, O wanderer, return, Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live Go to his bleeding feet, and learn How freely Jesus can forgive. 4 Return, O wanderer return, And wipe away the falling tear; 'Tis God who says, “No longer mourn.” 'Tis Mercy's voice invites thee near. 54 1 WE'RE travelling home to heaven above, Will you go? To sing the Saviour's dying love, Will you go? Millions have reached that blest abode, Anointed kings and priests to God, And millions more are on the road, Will you go? 2 We're going to see the bleeding Lamb, Will you go? In rapturous strains to praise his name, Will you go? The crown of life we there shall wear, The conqueror's palms our hands shall bear, And all the joys of heaven we'll share, Will you go? 3 We're going to join the heavenly choir, Will you go? To raise our voice and tune the lyre, Will you go? There saints and angels gladly sing Hosanna to their God and King, And make the heavenly arches ring, Will you go? 4 The way to heaven is straight and plain. Will you go? Repent. believe. be born again, Will you go? The Saviour cries aloud to thee, “Take up thy cross and follow me, And thou shalt my salvation see, Come to me.” 55 S. M. 1 AND can I yet delay My little all to give? To tear my soul from earth away, For Jesus to receive? 2 Nay, but I yield, I yield! I can hold out no more: I sink, by dying love compelled, And own thee conqueror! 3 Though late, I all forsake; My friends, my all resign; Gracious redeemer, take, O take, And seal me ever thine! 4 Come, and possess me whole, Nor hence again remove: Settle and fix my wav'ring soul With all thy weight of love. 56 L. M. 1 JUST as I am, without one plea But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bidd'st me come to thee, O Lamb of God, I come! 2 Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come! 3 Just as I am though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt, With fears within and wars without, O Lamb of God, I come! 4 Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind, Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in thee to find, O Lamb of God, I come! 5 Just as I am, - thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve, Because thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come! 6 Just as I am, - thy love unknown Has broken every barrier down; Now to be thine, yea, thine alone, O Lamb of God! 57 L. M. 1 BROAD is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk tgether there; But wisdom shows a narrow path, With here and there a traveler. 2 “Deny thyself and take thy cross,” Is the Redeemer's great command: Nature must count her gold but dross, If she would gain this heavenly land. 3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, And walks the ways of God no more, Is but esteemed almost a saint, And makes his own destruction sure. 4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain; Create my heart entirely new— Which hypocrites could ne'er attain, Which false apostates never knew. 58 C. P. M. 1 O THOU that hear'st the prayer of faith, Wilt thou not save a soul from death That casts itself on thee? I have no refuge of my own, But fly to what my Lord hath done And suffered once for me. 2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead, His spotless righteousness I plead, And his availing blood: That righteousness my robe shall be; That merit shall atone for me, And bring me near to God. 3 Then save me from eternal death; The Spirit of adoption breathe; His consolation send; By him some word of life impart, And sweetly whisper to my heart, “Thy Maker is thy Friend.” 4 The king of terrors then would be A welcome messenger to me, To bid me come away: Unclogged by earth, or earthly things, I'd mount, I'd fly with eager wings, To everlasting day. 59 L. M. 1 SHOW pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive; Let a repenting rebel live; Are not thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in thee? 2 My crimes are great, but can't surpass The power and glory of thy grace; Great God, thy nature hath no bound So let thy pardoning love be found. 3 O, wash my soul from every sin And make my guilty conscience clean; Here, on my heart the burden lies, And past offences pain mine eyes. 4 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, I must pronounce thee just in death; And if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well. 5 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. 60 C. M. 1 FATHER, I stretch my hands to thee No other help I know; If thou withdraw thyself from me, Ah! whither shal I go? 2 What did thine only Son endure, Before I drew my breath! What pain, what labor, to secure My soul from endless death! 3 Author of faith, to thee I lift My weary, longing eyes: O, let me now receive that gift, My soul without it dies! 61 7's. 1 ROCK of ages cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee; Let the water and the blood, From thy side, a healing flood, Be of sin the double cure— Save from wrath, and make me pure. 2 Should my tears forever flow, Should my zeal no languor know, All for sin could not atone; Thou must save, and thou alone; In my hand no price I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling. 3 While I draw this fleeting breath, When mine eyelids close in death, When I rise to worlds unknown, See thee on thy judgment throne, Rock of ages cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee. 62 7's 1 HASTEN, sinner, to be wise; Stay not for the morrow's sun: Wisdom if you still despise, Harder is it to be won. 2 Hasten, mercy to implore; Stay not for the morrow's sun; Lest thy season should be o'er, Ere this evening's stage be run. 3 Hasten, sinner, to return; Stay not for the morrow's sun; Lest thy lamp should cease to burn, Ere salvation's work is done. 4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest; Stay not for the morrow's sun; Lest perdition thee arrest, Ere the morrow is begun, 63 11's 1 DELAY not, delay not; O sinner! draw near, The waters of life are now flowing for thee; No price is demanded, the Saviour is here, Redemption is purchased, salvation is free. 2 Delay not, delay not; why longer abuse The love and compassion of Jesus, thy God? A fountain is opened,—how canst thou refuse. To wash and be cleansed in his pardoning blood? 3 Delay not, delay not, the Spirit of grace, Long grieved and resisted, may take its sad flight, And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race,— To sink in the gloom of eternity's night. 64 C. M. 1 AWAKE my soul; stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around, Hold thee in full survey; Forget the steps already trod. And onward urge thy way. 3 'Tis God's all-animating voice That calls thee from on high; 'Tis his own hand that presents the prize, To thine uplifted eye. 4 That prize, with peerless glories bright, Which shall new lustre boast, When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems Shall blend in common dust. 65 L. M. 1 STAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears, And gird the Gospel armor on; March to the gates of endless joy, Where Jesus, thy great Captain's gone. 2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course; But hell and sin are vanquished foes; Thy Saviour nailed them to the cross, And sung the triumph when he rose. 3 Then let my soul march boldly on, Press forward to the heavenly gate; There peace and joy eternal reign, And glittering robes for conquerors wait. 4 There shall I wear a starry crown, And triumph in almighty grace, While all the armies of the skies Join in my glorious Leader's praise. 66 S. M. 1 MY soul, be on thy guard, Ten thousand foes arise; And hosts of sin are pressing hard To draw thee from the skies. 2 O watch, and fight, and pray, The battle ne'er give o'er; Renew it boldly every day, And help divine implore. 3 Ne'er think the victory won, Nor lay thine armor down; Thine arduous work will not be done Till thou obtain thy crown. 67 7's 1 HARK, my soul! it is the Lord,— 'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee; “Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me? 2 “I delivered thee when bound, And when wounded, healed thy wound; Sought thee wandering, set thee right, Turned thy darkness into light. 3 “Mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights above; Deeper than the depths beneath, Free and faithful, strong as death. 4 “Thou shalt see my glory soon, When the work of grace is done; Partner of my throne shalt be; Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me?” 5 Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint; Yet I love thee and adore; O for grace to love thee more! 68 S. M. 1 SOLDIERS of Christ arise, And gird your armor on, Strong in the strength which God supplies, Through his eternal Son. 2 Strong in the Lord of hosts, And in his mighty power, Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, Is more than conqueror. 3 Stand then in his great might, With all his strength endued; And take, to arm you for the fight, The panoply of God. 4 That having all this done, And all your conflicts past, Ye may o'ercome through Christ alone, And stand complete at last. 69 1 SOLDIERS of the cross, arise! Lo! your Captain, from the skies, Holding forth the glittering prize, Calls to victory: Fear not, though the battle lower; Firmly stand the trying hour; Stand the tempter's utmost power, Spurn his slavery. 2 By the mercies of our God— By Immanuel's streaming blood, When for us alone he stood, Ne'er give up the strife; Ever to the latest breath, Hark to what your Captain saith,— “Be thou faithful unto death; Take the crown of life!” 70 S. M. 1 COMMIT thou all thy griefs And ways into his hands, To his sure trust and tender care, Who earth and heaven commands 2 He points the clouds their course, He shall prepare thy way: He shall direct thy wandering feet, Whom winds and seas obey. 3 Firm on the Lord rely, So safe shalt thou go on; Fix on his work thy steadfast eye, So shall thy work be done. 4 Far, far above thy thought His counsel shall appear, When fully he the work hath wrought That caused thy needless fear. 5 No profit can'st thou gain By self-consuming care; To him commend thy cause, his ear Attends the softest prayer. 71 C.M. 1 MY times of sorrow and of joy, Great God, are in thy hand; My choicest comforts come from thee, And go at thy command. 2 If thou should 'st take them all away, Yet would I not repine; Before they were possessed by me, They were entirely thine. 3 Nor would I drop a murmuring word, Though all the world were gone, But seek enduring happiness In thee, and thee alone. 72 S. M. 1 GRACE! 'tis a charming sound! Harmonious to the ear! Heaven with the echo shall resound, And all the earth shall hear. 2 Grace first contrived the way To save rebellious man; And all the steps that grace display Which drew the wondrous plan. 3 Grace first inscribed my name In God's eternal book: 'Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb, Who all my sorrows took. 4 Grace led my roving feet To tread the heavenly road; And new supplies, each hour, I meet While pressing on to God. 5 Grace all the work shall crown, Through everlasting days; It lays in heaven the topmost stone, And well deserves the praise. 73 C. M. 1 How can I sink with such a prop As my eternal God, Who bears the earth's huge pillars up, And spreads the heavens abroad? 2 How can I die while Jesus lives, Who rose and left the dead? Pardon and grace my soul receives From mine exalted Head. 3 All that I am, and all I have, Shall be forever thine, Whate'er my duty bids me give, My cheerful hands resign. 4 Yet if I might make some reserve, And duty did not call, I love my God with zeal so great That I should give him all. 74 L. M. 1 NO more, my God, I boast no more Of all the duties I have done; I quit the hopes I held before, To trust the merits of thy Son. 2 Now for the love I bear his name, What was my gain I count my loss, And former pride I call my shame, And nail my glory to his cross. 3 Yes, and I must and will esteem All things but loss for Jesus' sake: O may my soul be found in him, And of his righteousness partake. 4 The best obedience of my hands Dares not appear before thy throne: But faith can answer thy demands, By pleading what thy Lord has done. 75 S.M. 1 How charming is the place Where my Redeemer God Unveils the beauties of his face, And sheds his love abroad! 2 Here, on the mercy-seat, With radiant glory crowned, Our joyful eyes behold him sit, And smile on all around. 3 To him their prayers and cries Each humble soul presents; He listens to their broken sighs, And grants them all their wants. 4 To them his sovereign will He graciously imparts; And in return accepts, with smiles, The tribute of their hearts. 5 Give me, O Lord, a place Within thy blest abode, Among the children of thy grace, The servants of my God. 76 C. M. 1 O FOR a faith that will not shrink, Though pressed by many a foe; That will not tremble on the brink Of poverty or woe; 2 That will not murmur nor complain Beneath the chastening rod; But in the hour of grief or pain Can lean upon its God. 3 A faith that keeps the narrow way, By truth restrained and led, And with a pure and heavenly ray Lights up a dying bed. 4 Lord, give me such a faith as this, And then, whate'er may come, I'll taste e'en here the hallowed bliss Of an eternal home. 77 C. M. 1 HOW sad our state by nature is! Our sin, how deep it stains! And Satan binds our captive minds Fast in his slavish chains. 2 But hark! a voice of sovereign love! 'Tis Christ's inviting word— “Ho! ye despairing sinners, come, And trust upon the Lord. 3 My soul obeys th' almighty call, And runs to this relief; I would believe thy promise, Lord; O, help my unbelief. 4 To the dear fountain of thy blood, Incarnate God, I fly; Here let me wash my spotted soul From stains of deepest dye. 5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, On thy kind arms I fall; Be thou my strength and righteousness My Saviour and my all. 78 10's & 11's 1 BEGONE, unbelief! my Saviour is near, And for my relief will surely appear: By prayer let me wrestle, and he will perform— With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm. 2 Though dark be my way, since he is my guide, 'Tis mine to obey, 'tis his to provide: Though cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail, The word he has spoken shall surely prevail 3 His love, in time past forbids me to think He'll leave me at last in trouble to sink; Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review, Confirms his good pleasure to help me quite thro'. 4 Determined to save, he watched o'er my path, When, Satan's blind slave, I sported with death; And can he have taught me to trust in his name, And thus far have brought me to put me to shame? 5 Why should I complain of want or distress, Temptation or pain?—he told me no less. The heirs of salvation, I know from his word, Through much tribulation must follow their Lord. 6 How bitter that cup no heart can conceive, Which he drank quite up, that sinners might live His way was much rougher and darker than mine; Did Christ my Lord, suffer, and shall I repine? 7 Since all that I meet shall work for my good, The bitter is sweet, the med'cine is food; Though painful at present, 'twill cease before long, And then, O how pleasent the conquerer's song! 79 8's. 1 HOW tedious and tasteless the hours, When Jesus no longer I see! Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers, Have all lost their sweetness with me: The midsummer sun shines but dim, The fields strive in vain to look gay, But when I am happy in Him, December's as pleasant as May. 2 His name yields the richest perfume, And sweeter than music his voice; His presence disperses my gloom, And makes all within me rejoice: I should, were He always thus nigh, Have nothing to wish or to fear; No mortal so happy as I, My summer would last all the year. 3 Content with beholding his face, My all to his pleasure resigned, No changes of season or place Would make any change in my mind. While blessed with a sense of his love, A palace a toy would appear; And prisons would palaces prove, If Jesus would dwell with me there. 4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, If thou art my sun and my song; Say, why do I languish and pine, And why are my winters so long? O, drive those dark clouds from my sky, Thy soul-cheering presence restore, Or take me unto thee on high, Where winter and clouds are no more. 80 L. M. 1 SO let our lips and lives express The holy gospel we profess, So let our works and virtues shine To prove thy doctrine all divine. 2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad The honors of our Saviour God When the salvation reigns within, And grace subdues the power of sin, 3 Our flesh and sense must be denied, Passion, and envy, lust and pride; While justice, temperance, truth, and love Our inward piety approve. 4 Religion bears our spirits up, While we expect that blessed hope, The bright appearance of the Lord, And faith stands leaning on his word. 81 7's 1 SOVEREIGN Ruler of the skies! Ever gracious, ever wise! All my times are in thy hand— All events at thy command. 2 Times of sickness, times of health, Times of penury and wealth; Times of trial and of grief, Times of triumph and relief; 3 Times the tempter's power to prove; Times to taste a Saviour's love: All must come, and last, and end, As shall please my heavenly Friend. 4 O thou Gracious, Wise, and Just, In thy hands my life I trust: Have I somewhat dearer still?— I resign it to thy will. 5 Thee at all times will I bless, Having thee, I all possess; How can I bereaved be, Since I cannot part with thee? 82 C. M. 1 IN all my Lord's appointed ways My journey I'll pursue; “Hinder me not,” ye much-loved saints For I must go with you. 2 Through floods and flames, if Jesus lead I'll follow where he goes: “Hinder me not,” shall be my cry, Though earth and hell oppose. 3 Through duties, and through trials too I'll go at his command; “Hinder me not,” for I am bound To my Immanuel's land. 4 And, when my Saviour calls me home, Still this my cry shall be— “Hinder me not;” come, welcome, death; I'll gladly go with thee. 83 C. M. 1 THIS world would be a wilderness, If banished, Lord, from thee; And heaven, without thy smiling face, Would be no heaven to me. 2 My Friend art thou where'er I go, The object of my love, My kind Protector here below, And my reward above. 3 When foes intrude or tyrants frown, Thou art my sure relief; To thee I make my sorrows known, And tell thee all my grief. 4 'Midst rising winds and beating storms, Reclining on thy breast, I find in thee a hiding-place, And there securely rest. 84 C. M. 1 IN duties and in sufferings, too, Thy path, my Lord, I'd trace; As thou hast done, so would I do, Depending on thy grace. 2 Inflamed with zeal, 'twas my delight To do thy Father's will; O, may that zeal my soul excite Thy precepts to fulfil. 3 Unsullied meekness, truth and love, Through all thy conduct shine; O, may my whole deportment prove A copy, Lord, of thine 85 C. M. 1 IN vain I trace creation o'er, In search of solid rest; The whole creation is too poor To make me truly blest. 2 Let earth and all her charms depart, Unworthy of the mind; In God alone this restless heart Enduring bliss can find. 3 Thy favor, Lord, is all I want; Here would my spirit rest: O, seal the rich; the boundless grant, And make me fully blest. 86 L. M. 1 MY dear Redeemer and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word; But in thy life the law appears, Drawn out in living characters. 2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father's will, Such love, and meekness so divine, I would transcribe and make them mine. 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer; The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict and thy victory too. 4 Be thou my pattern; make me bear More of thy gracious image here; Then God, the Judge, shall own my name Among the followers of the Lamb. 87 L. M. 1 I SEND the joys of earth away; Away, ye tempters of the mind, False as the smooth, deceitful sea, And empty as the whistling wind. 2 Your streams were floating me along Down the gulf