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(title page) The Southern Zion's Songster; Hymns Designed for Sabbath Schools, Prayer, and Social Meetings, and the Camps. Compiled by the Editor of the North Carolina Christian Advocate
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Published by the N. C. Christian Advocate Publishing Company
1864.

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THE SOUTHERN
ZION'S SONGSTER; Hymns designed for Sabbath Schools,
Prayer, and Social Meetings, and
the Camps.

COMPILED BY THE EDITOR OF THE NORTH
CAROLINA CHRISTIAN ADVOCATE.

RALEIGH:
PUBLISHED BY THE N. C. CHRISTIAN ADVOCATE
PUBLISHING COMPANY.
1864.


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[COPY-RIGHT SECURED.] CHRISTIAN ADVOCATE PRESS.
CHRISTIAN ADVOCATE PRESS.


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CONTENTS.


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PREFACE.

        THE only apology we offer, for sending forth this small collection of Hymns, for Sabbath Schools, Prayer and Social Meetings, and the Camps, is, that they are needed, and much needed, at this juncture. We could have made it much larger and far more suitable to the wants of the public, but it was important to have something to answer our present wants at the lowest price.

COMPILER.


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SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS.

Opening Exercises.

1 C. M.

C. Wesley.


                       1 O FOR a thousand tongues to sing
                       My great Redeemer's praise!
                       The glories of my God and King,
                       The triumphs of his grace!


                       2 My gracious Master and my God--
                       Assist me to proclaim,--
                       To spread through all the earth abroad
                       The honors of thy Name


                       3 Jesus! the Name that charms our fears,
                       That bids our sorrows cease;
                       'Tis music in the sinner's ears,
                       'Tis life, and health, and peace.


                       4 He breaks the power of cancelled sin,
                       He sets the pris'ner free:
                       His blood can make the foulest clean;
                       His blood availed for me.


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2 S. M.

Watts


                       1 Welcome, sweet day of rest,
                       That saw the Lord arise;
                       Welcome to this reviving breast,
                       And these rejoicing eyes!


                       2 The King himself comes near,
                       And feasts his saints to day:
                       Here we may sit, and see him here,
                       And love, and praise, and pray.


                       3 One day within the place
                       Which thou dost, Lord, frequent,
                       Is sweeter than ten thousand days
                       In sinful pleasures spent.


                       4 My willing soul would stay
                       In such a frame as this,
                       And sit and sing herself away
                       To everlasting bliss.

3 L. M.

Stennett.


                       1 Another six days' work is done;
                       Another Sabbath is begun:
                       Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
                       Improve the day thy God hath blest.


                       2 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise,
                       As grateful incense to the skies;
                       And draw from Christ that sweet repose
                       Which none but he that feels it knows!


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                       3 This heavenly calm within the breast
                       Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
                       Which for the Church of God remains,
                       The end of cares, the end of pains.


                       In holy duties let the day,
                       In holy comforts, pass away:
                       How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,
                       In hope of one that ne'er shall end!

4 7's.

C. Wesley


                       Glory be to God on high,
                       God whose glory fills the sky;
                       Peace on earth to man be given,
                       Man, the well-beloved of Heaven.


                       2 Sovereign Father, heavenly King,
                       Thee we now presume to sing;
                       Glad thine attributes confess,
                       Glorious all, and numberless.


                       Hail, by all thy works adored!
                       Hail, the everlasting Lord!
                       Thee with thankful hearts we prove,
                       Lord of power, and God of love.


                       Christ our Lord and God we own,
                       Christ the Father's only Son;
                       Lamb of God for sinners slain,
                       Saviour of offending man.


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5 THE GATHERING.


                       1 The Sunday School Army has gathered once more,
                       Its numbers are greater than ever before,
                       Its banners are spread, and shall never furled,
                       Till the Prince of salvation has conquered world.


                       CHORUS.
                       Sing! sing! for the Army is on its bright way
                       To the homes of the blest and the mansions day.


                       2 We fight against evil and battle with wrong
                       Our sword is the Bible, both trusty and strong
                       Our watch-word is prayer, and faith is our shield,
                       And never! no never, to our foes will we yield


                       Sing, sing, &c.


                       3 To Jesus our Captain, Hosannas we raise
                       And join with our Teachers in singing praise;
                       His soldiers we are, and his soldiers we'll be
                       Till we lay down our armor, and death set us free.


                       Sing, sing, &c.


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6 SONG OF PRAISE.


                       1 Thanks to God for every blessing,
                       Which his bounteous hand bestows;
                       All on earth that's worth possessing,
                       From that hand incessant flows.
                       CHORUS:--Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Amen.


                       2 And let gratitude awaken
                       To the God who rules above;
                       He hath never yet forsaken,
                       Nor withheld his tender love.


                       Hallelujah, &c.


                       To his arms we're yet invited;
                       'Tis the Saviour bids us come;
                       Let us then, with hearts united,
                       Seek through him a heavenly home.


                       Hallelujah, &c.

7 C. M.

Watts.


                       1 My God, the spring of all my joys,
                       The life of my delights,
                       The glory of my brightest days,
                       And comfort of my nights.


                       2 In darkest shades if thou appear,
                       My dawning is begun;
                       Thou art my soul's bright morning star,
                       And thou my rising sun.


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                       3 The opening heavens around me shine
                       With beams of sacred bliss,
                       If Jesus show his mercy mine,
                       And whisper I am his.


                       4 My soul would leave this heavy clay,
                       At that transporting word,
                       Run up with joy the shining way,
                       To see and praise my Lord.

8 S. M.

C. Wesley


                       1 A charge to keep I have,
                       A God to glorify;
                       A never dying soul to save,
                       And fit it for the sky;
                       To serve the present age,
                       My calling to fulfil;--
                       O may it all my powers engage
                       To do my Master's will!


                       2 Arm me with jealous care,
                       As in thy sight to live;
                       And O thy servant, Lord, prepare,
                       A strict account to give!
                       Help me to watch and pray,
                       And on thyself rely,
                       Assured if I my trust betray,
                       I shall forever die,


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9 L. M.

Watts.


                       1 From all that dwell below the skies,
                       Let the Creator's praise arise;
                       Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
                       Thro' every land, by every tongue.


                       2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord,
                       Eternal truth attends thy word;
                       Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
                       Till suns shall rise and set no more.


                       3 In every land begin the song;
                       To every land the strains belong;
                       In cheerful songs all voices raise,
                       And fill the world with loudest praise.

10 C. M.

Watts.


                       1 O 'tis delight without alloy,
                       Jesus, to hear thy name:
                       My spirit leaps with inward joy,
                       I feel the sacred flame.


                       2 My passions hold a pleasing reign,
                       When love inspires my breast,
                       Love, the divinest of the train,
                       The sovereign of the rest.


                       3 This is the grace must live and sing,
                       When faith and hope shall cease,
                       Must sound from every joyful string
                       Through the sweet groves of bliss.


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                       4 Let life immortal seize my clay:
                       Let love refine my blood;
                       Her flames can bear my soul away,
                       Can bring me near my God.

11 S. M.

Watts.


                       1 Come ye that love the Lord,
                       And let your joys be known:
                       Join in a song with sweet accord,
                       While ye surround his throne.


                       2 The sorrows of the mind
                       Be banished from the place!
                       Religion never was designed
                       To made our pleasures less.


                       3 Let those refuse to sing
                       Who never knew our God;
                       But servants of the heavenly King
                       May speak their joys abroad.


                       4 The God that rules on high,
                       Who all the earth surveys,
                       That rides upon the stormy sky,
                       And calms the roaring seas,--


                       5 This awful God is ours,
                       Our Father and our Love;
                       He will send down his heavenly powers,
                       To carry us above.


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12 7's.


                       1 Holy Bible! book divine!
                       Precious treasure! thou art mine!
                       Mine to tell me whence I came;
                       Mine to teach me what I am.


                       2 Mine, to chide me when I rove;
                       Mine, to show a Saviour's love;
                       Mine art thou to guide my feet,
                       Mine to judge, condemn, acquit.


                       3 Mine, to comfort in distress,
                       If the Holy Spirit bless;
                       Mine, to show, by living faith,
                       Man can triumph over death.


                       4 Mine, to tell of joys to come.
                       And the rebel sinner's doom;
                       Oh, thou precious book divine,
                       Priceless treasure! thou art mine!

13 C. M.


                       1 I love the Sabbath School, the place
                       My youthful feet have trod,
                       Where I have heard of wisdom's ways,
                       That lead to peace and God.


                       [REPEAT.] That lead to peace and God,
                       That lead to peace and God.


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                       2 I love the Sabbath School, 'tis there
                       The praise of God we sing;
                       'Tis there we bow the knee in prayer,
                       To God, our heavenly King.


                       3 I love the Sabbath School, where we
                       The holy Bible read,
                       Which tells of Christ who came to be
                       A Saviour in our need.


                       4 O that, when life's few cares are past,
                       Our teachers we may meet,
                       Upon the blissful plains, and cast
                       Our crowns at Jesus' feet.

14 AWAY TO THE SABBATH SCHOOL.


                       1 When the morning light drives away the night,
                       With the sun so bright and full,
                       And it draws its line near the hour of nine,
                       I'll away to the Sabbath School.
                       For 'tis there we all agree,
                       All with happy hearts and free,
                       And I love to early be
                       At the Sabbath School:


                       GIRLS. BOYS. GIRLS. BOYS.
                       Chorus:--I'll away! away! I'll away! away!
                       [BOTH.] I'll away to Sabbath School.


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                       2 On the frosty dawn of a winter's morn,
                       When the earth is wrapped in snow,
                       Or the summer breeze plays round the trees,
                       To the Sabbath School I go.
                       When the holy day has come,
                       And the Sabbath breakers roam,
                       I delight to leave my home,
                       For the Sabbath School:


                       I'll away, &c.


                       3 In the class I meet with the friends I greet,
                       At the time of morning prayer;
                       And our hearts we raise in a hymn of praise,
                       For 'tis always pleasant there;
                       In the Book of holy truth,
                       Full of counsel and reproof,
                       We behold the guide of youth,
                       At the Sabbath School:


                       I'll away. &c.


                       4 May the dews of grace fill the hallow'd place,
                       And the sunshine never fail;
                       While each blooming rose which in memory grows,
                       Shall a sweet perfume exhale:
                       When we mingle here no more,
                       But have met on Jordan's shore,
                       We will talk of moments o'er,
                       At the Sabbath School:


                       I'll away, &c.


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15 C. M.

Doddridge.


                       1 Do not I love thee, O my Lord?
                       Behold my heart and see;
                       And turn each cursed idol out
                       That dares to rival thee.


                       2 Do not I love thee from my soul?
                       Then let me nothing love;
                       Dead be my heart to every joy,
                       When Jesus cannot move.


                       3 Is not thy name melodious still
                       To mine attentive ear?
                       Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound
                       My Saviour's voice to hear?


                       4 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord;
                       But O! I long to soar
                       Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
                       And learn to love thee more.

16 7's.

Hammond.


                       1 Lord, we come before thee now,
                       At thy feet we humbly bow;
                       O! do not out suit disdain:
                       Shall we seek thee, Lord in vain?


                       2 Lord, on thee our souls depend;
                       In compassion now descend;
                       Fill our hearts with thy rich grace,
                       Tune our lips to sing thy praise.


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                       3 In thine own appointed way,
                       Now we seek thee, here we stay;
                       Lord, we know not how to go
                       Till a blessing thou bestow.


                       4 Send some message from thy word,
                       That may joy and peace afford;
                       Let thy Spirit now impart
                       Full salvation to each heart.

17 S. M.

Watts


                       1 My God, my life. my love,
                       To thee, to thee I call:
                       I cannot live if thou remove,
                       For thou art all in all.


                       2 Thy shining grace can cheer
                       This dungeon where I dwell;
                       'Tis paradise when thou art here--
                       If thou depart, 'tis hell.


                       3 The smilings of thy face,
                       How amiable they are!
                       'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace,
                       And nowhere else but there.


                       4 To thee, and thee alone,
                       The angels owe their bliss:
                       They sit aorund thy gracious throne,
                       And dwell where Jesus is.


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18 L. M.

Watts,


                       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'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
                       High as the heavens our voices raise;
                       And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
                       Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise


                       4 Wide as the world is thy command:
                       Vast as eternity thy love:
                       Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
                       When rolling years shall cease to move.

19 C. M.

Hart.


                       1 Once more we come before our God;
                       Once more his blessings ask;
                       O may not duty seem a load,
                       Nor worship prove a task!


                       2 Father, thy quick'ning Spirit send
                       From heaven in Jesus' name,
                       To make our waiting minds attend,
                       And put our souls in frame.


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                       3 May we receive the word we hear,
                       Each in an honest heart;
                       And keep the precious treasure there,
                       And never with it part.


                       4 To seek thee all our hearts dispose,
                       To each thy blessings suit,
                       And let the seed thy servant sows
                       Produce abundant fruit.

20 7's

Cennick.


                       1 Children of the heavenly King,
                       As we journey let us sing;
                       Sing our Saviour's worthy praise,
                       Glorious in his works and ways.


                       2 We are trav'ling home to God,
                       In the way our fathers trod;
                       They are happy now, and we
                       Soon their happiness shall see.


                       3 O ye banished seed be glad!
                       Christ our Advocate is made:
                       Us to save, our flesh assumes,
                       Brother to our souls becomes.


                       4 Fear not, brethren joyful stand
                       On the borders of our land;
                       Jesus Christ, our Father's Son,
                       Bids us undismayed go on.


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                       5 Lord! obediently we'll go,
                       Gladly leaving all below:
                       Only thou our leader be,
                       And we still will follow thee.

Prayer Meetings.

21 C. M.

Newton


                       1 Approach, my soul, the mercy seat,
                       Where Jesus answers prayer;
                       There humbly fall before his feet,
                       For none can perish there.


                       2 Thy promise is my only plea,
                       With this I venture nigh:
                       Thou call'st the burdened soul 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 hast died.


                       5 O, wondrous love, to bleed and die,
                       To bear the cross and shame,
                       That guilty sinners, such as I,
                       Might plead his gracious name!


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22 WILL YOU GO?


                       1 We're travelling home to heaven above,
                       Will you go? Will you go?
                       To sing the Saviour's dying love,
                       Will you go? Will you go?
                       Millions have reached the blest abode,
                       Anointed kings and priests to God;
                       And millions now are on the road,
                       Will you go? Will you go?


                       2 We're going to see the bleeding Lamb
                       Will you go, &c.
                       In rapturous strains to praise his name,
                       Will you go, &c.
                       The crown of life we there shall wear,
                       The conqueror's palm our hands shall bear,
                       And all the joys of heaven we'll share,
                       Will you go, &c.


                       3 We're going to join the heavenly choir,
                       Will you go, &c
                       To raise our voice and tune the lyre,
                       Will you go, &c.
                       The saints and angels gladly sing,
                       Hosanna to their God and King,
                       And make the heavenly arches ring,
                       Will you go, &c.


                       4 Ye weary, heavy-laden, come,
                       Will you go, &c.
                       In that bright home there still is room,
                       Will you go, &c.


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                       The Lord is waiting to receive,
                       If thou wilt on him now believe,
                       He'll give thy troubled conscience ease,
                       Will you go, &c.


                       5 The way to heaven is free for all,
                       Will you go, &c.
                       For Jews and Gentiles, great and small,
                       Will you go, &c.
                       Make up your mind, give God your heart,
                       With every sin and idol part,
                       And now for glory make a start,
                       Come away, &c.


                       6 The way to heaven is straight and plain,
                       Will you go, &c.
                       Repent, believe, be born again,
                       Will you go, &c.
                       The Saviour cries aloud to thee,
                       "Take up thy cross and follow me,"
                       And thou shalt my salvation see,
                       Come to me, &c.

23 8's & 7's.

Robinson.


                       1 Come thou Fount of every blessing,
                       Tune my heart to sing thy grace:
                       Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
                       Call for songs of loudest praise.
                       Teach me some melodious sonnet,
                       Sung by flaming tongues above:
                       Praise the mount--I'm fixed upon it--
                       Mount of thy redeeming love!


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                       2 Here I'll raise my Ebenezer,
                       Hither, by thy help, I'm come;
                       And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
                       Safely to arrive at home.
                       Jesus sought me, when a stranger,
                       Wand'ring from the fold of God:
                       He, to rescue me from danger,
                       Interposed his precious blood!


                       3 O! to grace how great a debtor
                       Daily I'm constrained to be!
                       Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
                       Bind my wand'ring heart to thee!
                       Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it--
                       Prone to leave the God I love--
                       Here's my heart, O take and seal it!
                       Seal it for thy courts above.

24 L. M.

Cennick.


                       1 Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone,
                       He whom I fix my hopes upon:
                       His track I see, and I'll pursue
                       The narrow way, till him I view.


                       2 The way the holy prophets went,
                       The road that leads from banishment,
                       The King's highway of holiness,
                       I'll go for all his paths are peace.


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                       3 This is the way I long have sought,
                       And mourned because I found it not:
                       My grief a burden long has been,
                       Because I was not saved from sin.


                       4 The more I strove against its power,
                       I felt its weight and guilt the more;
                       Till late I heard my Saviour say,
                       "Come hither, soul, I AM THE WAY.

25 PASSING AWAY.


                       1 To-day, if you will hear his voice,
                       Now is the time to make your choice,
                       Say, will you to Mount Zion go?
                       Say, will you have this Christ, or no?


                       CHORUS:--We are passing away,
                       We are passing away,
                       We are passing away,
                       To the great Judgment Day.


                       2 Ye wandering souls, who find no rest,
                       Say, will you be forever blest?
                       Will you be saved from sin and hell?
                       Will you with Christ in glory dwell?


                       We are passing away, &c.


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                       3 Come now, dear youth, for ruin bound,
                       Obey the gospel's joyful sound;
                       Come, go with us, and you shall prove
                       The joy of Christ's redeeming love.


                       We are passing away, &c.


                       4 Leave all your sports and glittering toys,
                       Come, share with us eternal joys;
                       Or, must we leave you bound to hell,
                       Then, dear young friends, a long farewell.


                       We are passing away, &c.


                       5 Once more we ask you, in his name,
                       For yet his love remains the same,
                       Say, will you to Mount Zion go?
                       Say, will you have this Christ, or no?


                       We are passing away, &c.

26 7's.

Newton


                       1 Lord, I cannot let thee go
                       Till a blessing thou bestow:
                       Do not turn away thy face,
                       Mine's an urgent, pressing case.


                       2 Dost thou ask me who I am?
                       Ah! my Lord, thou know'st my name;
                       Yet the question gives a plea
                       To support my suit with thee.


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                       3 Once a sinner, near despair,
                       Sought thy mercy-seat by prayer;
                       Mercy heard, and set him free:
                       Lord, that mercy came to me.


                       4 Thou hast helped in every need;
                       This emboldens me to plead;
                       After so much mercy past,
                       Canst thou let me sink at last?


                       5 No; I must maintain my hold,
                       'Tis thy goodness makes me bold;
                       I can no denial take,
                       When I ask for Jesus' sake.

27 S. M.

C. Wesley.


                       1 The praying spirit breathe,
                       The watching power impart:
                       From all entanglements beneath
                       Call off my anxious heart;
                       My feeble mind sustain,
                       By wordly thoughts oppressed;
                       Appear, and bid me turn again
                       To my eternal rest.


                       2 Swift to my rescue come,
                       Thine own this moment seize;
                       Gather my wandering spirit home,
                       And keep in perfect peace:


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                       Suffered no more to rove
                       O'er all the earth abroad,
                       Arrest the pris'ner of thy love,
                       And shut me up in God.

28 8, 7, 8, 7, 4, 7.

Hart.


                       1 Come, ye sinners. poor and needy,
                       Weak and wounded, sick and sore,
                       Jesus ready stands to save you,
                       Full of pity, love, and power:
                       He is able,
                       He is willing, doubt no more.


                       2 Now, ye weary, come and welcome,
                       God's free bounty glorify:
                       True belief and true repentance,
                       Every grace that brings you nigh,
                       Without money,
                       Come to Jesus Christ and buy.


                       3 Let not conscience make you linger:
                       Nor of fitness fondly dream:
                       All the fitness he requireth
                       Is to feel your need of him:
                       This he gives you,
                       'Tis the Spirit's glimm'ring beam.


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                       4 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,
                       Bruised and mangled by the fall,
                       If you tarry till you're better,
                       You will never come at all:
                       Not the righteous,
                       Sinners Jesus came to call.

29 C. M.

E. Jones


                       1 Come, humble sinner, in whose breast
                       A thousand thoughts revolve,--
                       Come, with your guilt and tear 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 Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,
                       And there my guilt confess;
                       I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone,
                       Without his sovereign grace:


                       4 I'll to the gracious King approach,
                       Whose sceptre pardon gives;
                       Perhaps he may command my touch,
                       And then the suppliant lives.


                       5 Perhaps he may admit my plea,
                       Perhaps will hear my prayer;
                       But if I perish, I will pray,
                       And perish only there.


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                       I can but perish if I go,
                       I am resolved to try;
                       or if I stay away I know
                       I must forever die.

30 7's.

C. Wesley


                       Jesus, lover of my soul,
                       Let me to thy bosom fly,
                       While the nearer waters roll,
                       While the tempest still is high:
                       Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
                       Till the storm of life be past;
                       Safe into the haven guide,
                       O receive my soul at last!


                       2 Other refuge have I none,
                       Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
                       Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
                       Still support and comfort me!
                       All my trust on thee is stayed,
                       All my help from thee I bring,
                       Cover my defenceless head
                       With the shadow of thy wing.


                       3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
                       More than all in thee I find:
                       Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
                       Heal the sick, and lead the blind,


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                       Just and holy is thy name;
                       I am all unrighteousness:
                       False, and full of sin, I am;
                       Thou art full of truth and grace.

31 S. M.

C. Wesley.


                       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 wavering soul
                       With all thy weight of love.

32 C. M.

C. Wesley


                       1 Father, I stretch my hands to thee,
                       No other help I know;
                       If thou withdraw thyself from me,
                       Ah! whither shall I go?


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                       2 What did thine only Son endure,
                       Before I drew my breath!
                       What pain, what labor to secure
                       My soul from endless death!


                       3 O Jesus, could I this believe,
                       I now should feel thy power
                       Now my poor soul thou wouldst retrieve,
                       Nor let me wait one hour.


                       4 Author of faith, to thee I lift
                       My weary, longing eyes:
                       O let me now receive that gift,
                       My soul without it dies!


                       5 Surely thou canst not let me die:
                       O speak, and I shall live;
                       And here I will unwearied lie,
                       Till thou thy Spirit give.

33 L. M.

Watts


                       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 don't surpass
                       The power and glory of thy grace:
                       Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
                       So let thy pard'ning love be found.


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                       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 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
                       Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word.
                       Would light on some sweet promise there.
                       Some sure support against despair.

34 8, 7.

Grant.


                       1 Jesus, I my cross have taken,
                       All to leave and follow thee;
                       Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
                       Thou, from hence, my all shalt be.
                       Perish, every fond ambition,
                       All I've sought, or hoped, or known;
                       Yet how rich is my condition!
                       God and heaven are still my own!


                       2 Let the world despise and leave me,
                       They have left my Saviour too:
                       Human hearts and looks deceive me--
                       Thou art not, like them, untrue;
                       And while thou shalt smile upon me,
                       God of wisdom, love, and might,
                       Foes may hate, and friends disown me;
                       Show thy face and all is bright.


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                       3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure;
                       Come disaster, scorn, and pain:
                       In thy service pain is pleasure;
                       With thy favor loss is gain.
                       I have called thee, Abba, Father,--
                       I have set my heart on thee:
                       Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,--
                       All must work for good to me.

35 7's.

T. Scott


                       1 Hasten, sinner, to be wise,
                       Stay not for the morrow's sun;
                       Wisdom, if thou still despise,
                       Harder is she 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;
                       Say not for the morrow's sun;
                       Lest the curse should thee arrest
                       Ere the morow is begun.


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36 L. M.

C. Wesley


                       1 Come, sinners, to the gospel feast;
                       Let every soul be Jesus' guest:
                       Ye need not one be left behind,
                       For God hath bidden all mankind.


                       2 Sent by my Lord; on you I call,
                       The invitation is to all:
                       Come, all the world! come, sinner, thou;
                       All things in Christ are ready now.


                       3 Come, all ye souls by sin oppressed,
                       Ye restless wanderers after rest,
                       Ye poor, and maimed, and halt, and blind,
                       In Christ a hearty welcome find.


                       4 My message as from God receive:
                       Ye all may come to Christ and live:
                       O let his love your hearts constrain,
                       Nor suffer him to die i vain!

37 7's.

C. Wesley


                       1 Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
                       God, your Maker, asks you why?
                       God, who did your being give,
                       Made you with himself to live,--
                       He the fatal cause demands,
                       Asks the work of his own hands,
                       Why, ye thankless creatures, why
                       Will ye cross his love, and die?


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                       2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
                       God, your Saviour, asks you why!
                       God, who did your souls retrieve,
                       Died himself that ye might live.
                       Will ye let him die in vain?
                       Crucify your Lord again?
                       Why, ye ransomed sinners, why
                       Will ye slight his grace, and die?


                       3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
                       God, the Spirit, asks you why?
                       He, who all your lives hath strove,
                       Wooed you to embrace his love:
                       Will ye not his grace receive?
                       Will ye still refuse to live?
                       Why, ye long-sought sinners, why
                       Will ye grieve your God, and die?

38 C. M.

Watts.


                       1 When I can read my title clear,
                       To mansions in the skies,
                       I'll bid farewell to every fear,
                       And wipe my weeping eyes.


                       2 Should earth against my soul engage,
                       And fiery darts be hurled,
                       Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
                       And face a frowning world.


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                       3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come,
                       Let storms of sorrow fall:
                       So I but safely reach my home,
                       My God, my heaven, my all.


                       4 There I shall bathe my weary soul
                       In seas of heavenly rest,
                       And not a wave of trouble roll
                       Across my peaceful breast.

39 C. M.

Watts.


                       1 Am I a soldier of the cross,--
                       A foll'wer of the Lamb,--
                       And shall I fear to own his cause,
                       Or blush to speak his name?


                       2 Must I be carried to the skies
                       On flowery beds of ease,
                       While others fought to win the prize,
                       And sailed through bloody seas?


                       3 Are there no foes for me to face?
                       Must I not stem the flood?
                       Is this vile world a friend to grace,
                       To help me on to God?


                       4 Sure I must fight if I would reign;
                       Increase my courage, Lord:
                       I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
                       Supported by thy word.


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                       5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
                       Shall conquer, though they die;
                       They see the triumph from afar,
                       By faith they bring it nigh.

40 C. M.

S. Stennett.


                       1 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
                       And cast a wishful eye
                       To Canaan's fair and happy land,
                       Where my possessions lie.


                       2 O, the transporting, rapt'rous scene
                       That rises to my sight!
                       Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
                       And rivers of delight!


                       3 There generous fruits that never fail
                       On trees immortal grow:
                       There rocks, and hills, and brooks and vales,
                       With milk and honey flow.


                       4 All o'er those wide-extended plains
                       Shines one eternal day:
                       There God, the Sun, forever reigns,
                       And scatters night away.


                       5 No chilling winds nor pois'nous breath
                       Can reach that healthful shore;
                       Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
                       Are felt and feared no more.


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                       6 When shall I reach that happy place,
                       And be forever blest?
                       When shall I see my Father's face,
                       And in his bosom rest?

Singing Exercises.

41 THE SUNDAY SCHOOL ARMY.


                       1 Oh, do not be discouraged,
                       For Jesus is your friend;
                       Oh, do not be discouraged,
                       For Jesus is your friend;
                       He will give you grace to conquer,
                       He will give you grace to conquer,
                       And keep you to the end.


                       CHORUS:--I am glad I'm in this army,
                       Yes, I'm glad I'm in this army,
                       Yes, I'm glad I'm in this army,
                       And I'll battle for the school.


                       2 Fight on ye little soldiers,
                       The battle you shall win;
                       Fight on ye little soldiers,
                       The battle you shall win;


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                       For the Saviour is you Captain,
                       For the Saviour is your Captain,
                       And he hath vanquished sin.


                       CHORUS:--I am glad I'm in this army, &c.


                       3 And when the conflict's over,
                       Before him you shall stand,
                       And when the conflict's over,
                       Before him you shall stand.
                       You shall sing his praise forever.
                       You shall sing his praise forever,
                       In Canaan's happy land!


                       CHORUS:--I am glad I'm in this army, &c.

42 THE SABBATH BELL.


                       1 Sweetly the Sabbath Bell
                       Steals on the air,
                       That in the house of God,
                       Bids us appear;
                       "Children of God," it seems
                       Softly to say,
                       "Haste away, haste away,
                       Haste, haste, away."


                       2 Oft as the Sabbath chimes
                       Summons to pray,
                       May we their holy call
                       Gladly obey:


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                       Then when the last sad bell
                       For us shall sound,
                       Ready all, ready all,
                       May we be found.

43 THE SUNDAY SCHOOL.


                       1 The Sunday School, that blessed place,
                       Oh! I would rather stay
                       Within its walls, a child of grace,
                       Than spend my hours in play.


                       CHORUS.
                       The Sunday School, the Sunday School,
                       O! 'tis the place I love,
                       For there I learn the Golden rule,
                       Which leads to joys above.


                       2 'Tis there 1 learn that Jesus died
                       For sinners such as I;
                       Oh! what has all the world beside,
                       That I should prize so high.


                       CHORUS:--The Sunday School, &c.


                       3 Then let our grateful tribute rise,
                       And songs of praise be given
                       To him who dwells above the skies,
                       For such a blessing given.


                       CHORUS:--The Sunday School, &c.


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                       4 And welcome then the Sunday School,
                       We'll read, and sing, and pray,
                       That we may keep the golden rule,
                       And never from it stray.


                       CHORUS:--The Sunday School, &c.

44 WHAT'S THE NEWS?


                       1 Where e'er we meet, you always say,
                       What's the news? what's the news?
                       Pray what's the order of the day?
                       What's the news? what's the news?
                       O! I have got good news to tell!
                       My Saviour hath done all things well,
                       And triumphed over death and hell,--
                       That's the news! that's the news!


                       2 The Lamb was slain on Calvary!
                       That's the news! that's the news!
                       To set a world of sinners free,
                       That's the news! that's the news!
                       'Twas there his precious blood was shed,
                       'Twas there he bowed his sacred head,
                       But now he's risen from the dead,
                       That's the news! that's the news!


                       3 His work's reviving all around,
                       That's the news! that's the news!
                       And many have redemption found--
                       That's the news! that's the news!


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                       And since their souls have caught the flame,
                       They shout hosanna to his name,
                       And all around they spread his fame--
                       That's the news! that's the news!


                       4 The Lord has pardoned all my sin--
                       That's the news! that's the news!
                       I feel the witness now within--
                       That's the news! that's the news!
                       And since he took my sins away,
                       And taught me how to watch and pray,
                       I'm happy now from day to day--
                       That's the news! that's the news!


                       5 And Christ the Lord can save you now--
                       That's the news! that's the news!
                       Your sinful heart he can renew--
                       That's the news! that's the news!
                       This moment, if for sins you grieve,
                       This moment, if you do believe,
                       A full acquittal you'll receive--
                       That's the news! that's the news!


                       6 And now if any one should say,
                       What's the news! what's the news?
                       O tell them you've begun to pray--
                       That's the news! that's the news!
                       That you have joined the conquering band,
                       And now, with joy, at God's command,
                       You're marching to the better land--
                       That's the news! that's the news!


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45 I'M A PILGRIM.


                       1 I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger;
                       I can tarry but a night,
                       Do not detain me, for I am going
                       To where the fountains are ever flowing.


                       2 There the glory is ever shining!
                       O, my longing heart, my longing heart is there,
                       Here in this country so dark and dreary,
                       I long have wandered forlorn and weary:


                       I'm a pilgrim, &c.


                       3 There's the city to which I journey;
                       My Redeemer, my Redeemer is its light!
                       There is no sorrow nor any sighing.
                       Nor any tears there, nor any dying.


                       I'm a pilgrim, &c.


                       4 Farewell, dreary earth, by sin so blighted,
                       In immortal beauty soon you'll be arrayed!
                       He who has formed thee will soon restore thee!
                       And then thy dread curse shall never more be.


                       I'm a pilgrim &c.


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46 WE LOVE TO SING TOGETHER.


                       1 We love to sing together,
                       Our hearts and voices one;
                       To praise our heavenly Father,
                       And his eternal Son.


                       CHORUS.
                       We love, we love, we love, we love, we love to sing together;
                       We love, we love, we love, we love, we love to sing together.


                       2 We love to pray together,
                       To Jesus on his throne,
                       And ask that he will ever
                       Accept us as his own.


                       CHORUS:--We love, we love, &c.


                       3 We love to read together,
                       The Word of saving truth,
                       Whose light is shining ever
                       To guide our early youth.


                       CHORUS:--We love, we love,


                       4 We love to be together
                       Upon the Sabbath day,
                       And strive to help each other
                       Along the heavenly way.


                       CHORUS:--We love, we love, &c.


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47 SAFE IN THE PROMISED LAND.


                       1 Where, O where are the Hebrew children,
                       Where, O where are the Hebrew children,
                       Who were cast in the fiery furnace?
                       Safe now in the promised land.


                       CHORUS.
                       By and by we'll go home to meet them,
                       By and by we'll go home to meet them,
                       By and by we'll go home to meet them,
                       Way o'er in the promised land.


                       2 Where, O where is the good Elijah,:||:
                       Who went up in a chariot of fire?
                       Safe now in the promised land.


                       CHO.--By and by, &c.


                       3 Where, O where is the prophet Daniel, :||:
                       Who was cast in the den of lions?
                       Safe now in the promised land.


                       CHO.--By and by, &c.


                       4 Where, O where is the blessed Jesus, :||:
                       Who was pierced on the mount of Calv'ry?
                       Safe now in the promised land.


                       CHO.--By and by, &c.


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48 WHO SHALL SING IF NOT THE CHILDREN.


                       1 Who shall sing, if not the children?
                       Did not Jesus die for them?
                       May they not, with other jewels,
                       Sparkle in his diadem?
                       Why to them were voices given--
                       Bird-like voices, sweet and clear?
                       Why. unless the song of heaven
                       They begin to practice here?


                       2 There's a choir of infant songsters,
                       White-robed, round the Saviour's throne;
                       Angels cease, and waiting, listen!
                       Oh! 'tis sweeter than their own!
                       Faith can hear the rapturous choral,
                       When her ear is upward turned;
                       Is not this the same, perfected,
                       Which upon the earth they learned?


                       3 Jesus, when on earth sojourning,
                       Loved them with a wondrous love;
                       And will he to heaven returning,
                       Faithless to his blessing prove?
                       Oh! they cannot sing too early;
                       Fathers, stand not in their way!
                       Birds do sing while day is breaking--
                       Tell me, then, why should not they?


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49 I WANT TO BE AN ANGEL.


                       1 I want to be an angel,
                       And with the angels stand,
                       A crown upon my forehead,
                       A harp within my hand,
                       There right before my Saviour,
                       So glorious and so bright,
                       I'd wake the sweetest music
                       And praise him day and night.


                       2 I never would be weary,
                       Nor ever shed a tear,
                       Nor ever know a sorrow,
                       Nor ever feel a fear;
                       But blessed, pure, and holy,
                       I'd dwell in Jesus' sight,
                       And with ten thousand thousands
                       Praise him both day and night.


                       3 I know I'm weak and sinful,
                       But Jesus will forgive,
                       For many little children
                       Have gone to heaven to live.
                       Dear Saviour, when I languish,
                       And lay me down to die,
                       Oh, send a shining angel,
                       To bear me to the sky.


                       4 Oh, there I'll be an angel,
                       And with the angels stand,


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                       A crown upon my forehead,
                       A harp within my hand;
                       And there, before my Saviour,
                       So glorious and so bright,
                       I'll join the heavenly music
                       And praise him day and night.

50 BEAUTIFUL ZION.


                       1 Beautiful Zion built above,
                       Beautiful city that I love,
                       Beautiful gates of pearly white,
                       Beautiful temple--God its light:
                       He who was slain on Calvary,
                       Opens those pearly gates to me.


                       2 Beautiful heaven, where all is light,
                       Beautiful angels clothed in white,
                       Beautiful strains that never tire,
                       Beautiful harps through all the choir:
                       There shall I join the chorus sweet,
                       Worshipping at the Saviour's feet.


                       3 Beautiful crowns on every brow,
                       Beautiful palms the conquerors show,
                       Beautiful robes the ransomed wear,
                       Beautiful all who enter there:
                       Thither I press with eager feet,
                       There shall my rest be long and sweet.


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                       4 Beautiful, throne of Christ our King,
                       Beautiful song the angels sing,
                       Beautiful rest, all wanderings cease,
                       Beautiful home of perfect peace;
                       There shall my eyes the Saviour see,
                       Haste to this heavenly home with me.

51 FROM GREENLAND'S ICY MOUNTAINS.


                       1 From Greenland's icy mountains,
                       From India's coral strand,
                       Where Afric's sunny fountains
                       Roll down their golden sand;
                       From many an ancient river,
                       From many a palmy plain,
                       They call us to deliver
                       Their land from error's chain.


                       2 What though the spicy 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 strewn;
                       The heathen, in his blindness,
                       Bows down to wood and stone.


                       3 Shall we whose souls are lighted
                       With wisdom from on high,
                       Shall we to men benighted,
                       The lamp of life deny?


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                       Salvation! O salvation!
                       The joyful sound proclaim,
                       Till earth's remotest nation
                       Has learned Messiah's name!


                       4 Waft, waft, ye winds the story,
                       And you, ye waters, roll,
                       Till, like a sea of glory,
                       It spreads from pole to pole,
                       Till, o'er our ransomed nature,
                       The Lamb, for sinners slain,
                       Redeemer, King, Creator,
                       In bliss returns to reign.

52 GUSHING SO BRIGHT.


                       1 Gushing so bright in the morning light,
                       Gleams the water in yon fountain;
                       As purely, too, as the early dew
                       That gems the distant mountain.


                       CHORUS.
                       Then drink your fill of the grateful rill,
                       And leave the cup of sorrow,
                       Though it shine to-night in its gleaming light
                       'T, will sting thee on the morrow.


                       2 Quietly glide in their silvery tide,
                       The brooks from rocks to valley;


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                       And the flashing streams, in the broad sunbeams,
                       Like a bannered army rally.


                       CHO.--Then drink, &c.


                       Touch not the wine, though brightly it shine,
                       When nature to man has given,
                       A gift so sweet, he wants to meet,
                       A bev'rage that flows from heaven.


                       CHO.--Then drink, &c.


                       Not only here of the water clear
                       Is God the lavish giver;
                       But when we rise to yonder skies
                       We'll drink of life's bright river.


                       CHO.--Then drink, &c.

53 STAR OF THE EVENING.


                       1 Beautiful star in heaven so bright,
                       Softly falls thy silvery light,
                       As thou movest from earth afar,
                       Star of the evening beautiful star.


                       CHORUS:--Beautiful Star,
                       Beautiful Star,
                       Star of the evening,
                       Beautiful, beautiful Star.


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                       2 In fancy's eye thou seemst to say,
                       Follow me, come from earth away,
                       Upward thy Spirit's pinions try
                       To realms of love beyond the sky.


                       CHO.--Beautiful Star, &c.


                       3 Shine on, oh star of love divine,
                       And may our souls' affections twine
                       Around thee as thou movest afar,
                       Star of the twilight, beautiful star.


                       CHO.--Beautiful Star, &c.

54 REST FOR THE WEARY.


                       1 In the Christian's home in glory,
                       There remains a land of rest,
                       There my Saviour's gone before me,
                       To fulfil my soul's request.


                       CHORUS.
                       There is rest for the weary
                       There is rest for the weary,
                       There is rest for the weary,
                       There is rest for you.
                       On the other side of Jordan,
                       In the sweet fields of Eden,
                       Where the tree of life is blooming,
                       There is rest for you.


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                       2 He is fitting up my mansion,
                       Which eternally shall stand,
                       For my stay shall not be transcient
                       In that holy, happy land.


                       CHO.--There is rest, &c.


                       3 Pain nor sickness ne'er shall enter,
                       Grief nor woe my lot shall share,
                       But in that celestial centre
                       I a crown of life shall wear.


                       CHO.--There is rest, &c.


                       4 Death itself shall then be vanquished,
                       And his sting shall be withdrawn;
                       Shout for gladness, Oh ye ransomed!
                       Hail with joy the rising morn.


                       CHO.--There is rest, &c.


                       Sing, Oh sing, ye heirs of glory!
                       Shout your triumphs as you go;
                       Zion's gates will open for you,
                       You shall find an entrance through.


                       CHO.--There is rest, &c.


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55 COME YE DISCONSOLATE.


                       1 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish,
                       Come, and at God's altar fervently kneel;
                       Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
                       Earth has no sorrow that Heav'n cannot heal.


                       2 Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying,
                       Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure,
                       Here speaks the Comforter, in God's name saying,
                       Earth has no sorrow that Heav'n cannot cure.


                       3 Go, ask the infidel what boon he bring us
                       What charm for aching hearts he can reveal
                       Sweet as the heavenly promise hope sings us,
                       Earth has no sorrow that God cannot heal

56 THE DYING CHRISTIAN.


                       1 Vital spark of heavenly flame!
                       Quit, O quit this mortal frame!
                       Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,
                       O the pain, the bliss of dying!
                       Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
                       And let me languish into life.


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                       2 Hark! they whisper! angels say.
                       "Sister spirit, come away!"
                       What is this absorbs me quite--
                       Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
                       Drowns my spirit, draws my breath--
                       Tell me, my soul, can this be death?


                       3 The 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?

57 THE SHINING SHORE.


                       1 My days are gliding swiftly by,
                       And I, a pilgrim stranger,
                       Would not detain them as they fly,--
                       Those hours of toil and danger;


                       CHORUS.
                       For now we stand on Jordan's strand,
                       Our friends are passing over;
                       And, just before, the shining shore
                       We may almost discover.


                       2 Our absent king the watchword gave,
                       "Let every lamp be burning;"
                       We look after, across the wave,
                       Our distant home discerning;


                       CHO.--For now we stand, &c.


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                       3 Should coming days be hard and cold
                       We will not yield to sorrow,
                       For hope will sing with courage bold,
                       "There's glory on the morrow;"


                       CHO.--For now we stand, &c.


                       4 Let storms of woe in whirlwinds rise
                       Each cord on earth to sever,
                       There bright and joyous in the skies,
                       There is our home forever;


                       CHO.--For now we stand, &c.

58 JOYFULLY, JOYFULLY.


                       1 Joyfully, joyfully, onward we move,
                       Bound to the land of bright spirits above
                       Jesus, our Saviour, in mercy says come,
                       Joyfully joyfully haste to your home.
                       Soon will our pilgrimage end here below,
                       Soon to the presence of God we shall go,
                       Then, if to Jesus our hearts have been give
                       Joyfully, joyfully, rest we in heaven.


                       2 Teachers and scholars have passed on before'
                       Waiting they watch us, approaching the shore'
                       Singing to cheer us, while passing along,
                       Joyfully, joyfully haste to your home.
                       Sounds of sweet music there ravish the ear,
                       Harps of the blessed, your strains we shall hear
                       Filling with harmony heaven's high dome,
                       Joyfully, joyfully, Jesus we come.


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                       3 Death with his arrow may soon lay us low.
                       Safe, in our Saviour we fear not the blow,
                       Jesus has broken the bars of the tomb,
                       Joyfully, joyfully, we will go home.
                       Bright will the morn of eternity dawn,
                       Death shall be conquered his sceptre be gone,
                       Over the plains of sweet Canaan we'll roam,
                       Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home.

59 WATCHMAN TELL US OF THE NIGHT.


                       1 Watchman, tell us of the night.
                       What its signs of promise are.
                       Trav'ler, o'er yon mountain's height,
                       See that glory-beaming star.
                       Watchman, does its beauteous ray
                       Aught of hope or joy foretell?
                       Trav'ler, yes it brings the day,
                       Promised day of Israel.


                       2 Watchman tell us of the night;
                       Higher yet that star ascends.
                       Trav'ler, blessedness and light,
                       Peace and truth, its course portends.
                       Watchman, will its beams alone
                       Gild the spot that gave them birth?
                       Trav'ller, ages are its own,
                       See! it bursts o'er all the earth.


                       Watchman, tell us of the night,
                       For the morning seems to dawn.


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                       Trav'ler, darkness takes its flight,
                       Doubt and terror are withdrawn.
                       Watchman, let thy wand'rings cease;
                       Hie thee to thy quiet home.
                       Trav'ler, lo! the Prince of peace,
                       Lo! the Son of God is come.

60 HARK! THE SABBATH BELLS ARE RINGING


        TUNE.--"Turn to the Lord."



                       1 Hark! the Sabbath bells are ringing!
                       Children haste without delay;
                       Prayers of thousands now are winging
                       Up to heaven their silent way.


                       CHORUS.
                       Come, children, come! the bells are ringing!
                       To the school with haste repair,
                       Let us all unite in singing,
                       All unite in solemn prayer.


                       2 'Tis an hour of happy meeting--
                       Children meet for praise and prayer;
                       But the hour is short and fleeting,
                       Let us then be early there.


                       CHO.--Come, children, come, &c.


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                       3 Do not keep our teachers waiting,
                       While you tarry by the way;
                       Nor disturb the school reciting,
                       'Tis the holy Sabbath day.


                       CHO.--Come, children, come, &c.


                       4 Children, haste! the bells are ringing,
                       And the morning's bright and fair,
                       Thousands now unite in singing,
                       Thousands, too, in solemn prayer.


                       CHO.--Come, children, come, &c.

61 HOMEWARD BOUND.


                       1 Out on an ocean all boundless we ride,
                       We're homeward bound, homeward bound,
                       Tossed on the waves of a rough, restless tide,
                       We're homeward bound, homeward bound,
                       Far from the safe quiet harbor we've rode,
                       Seeking our Father's celestial abode,
                       Promise of which on us each he bestowed,
                       We're homeward bound, homeward bound,


                       2 Wildly the storm sweeps us on as it roars,
                       We're homeward bound,
                       Look! yonder lie the bright heavenly shores,
                       We're homeward bound,
                       Steady! O pilot! stand firm at the wheel,
                       Steady! we soon shall outweather the gale,
                       O, how we fly 'neath the loud creaking sail,
                       We're homeward bound.


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                       3 We'll tell the world as we journey along,
                       We're homeward bound;
                       Try to persuade them to enter our throng,
                       We're homeward bound.
                       Come, trembling sinner, forlorn and oppressed,
                       Join in our number, O come and be blest:
                       Journey with us to the mansions of rest.
                       We're homeward bound.


                       4 Into the harbor of heaven now we glide,
                       We're home at last.
                       Softly we drift on its bright silver tide,
                       We're home at last.
                       Glory to God! all our danger is o'er,
                       We stand secure on the glorified shore,
                       Glory to God! we will shout evermore.
                       We're home at last.

62 WHEN FOR ETERNAL WORLDS WE STEER.


                       1 When for eternal worlds we steer,
                       And seas are calm, and skies are clear,
                       With faith in lively exercise,
                       The distant hills of Canaan rise.
                       The soul for joy then claps her wings,
                       And loud her lovely sonnet sings,
                       Vain world adieu.


                       2 With cheerful hope her eyes explore
                       Each landmark on the distant shore;
                       The trees of life, the pastures green,


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                       The golden streets, the crystal stream;
                       Again for joy she claps her wings,
                       And loud her lovely sonnet sings,
                       I'm almost home.


                       The nearer still she draws to land,
                       More eager all her powers expand;
                       With steady helm, and free-bent sail,
                       Her anchor drops within the vail;
                       And now for joy she folds her wings,
                       And her celestial sonnet sings,
                       On Canaan's shore.

63 I HAVE A FATHER IN THE PROMISED
LAND.


                       1 I have a Father in the promised land,
                       I have a Father in the promised land,
                       My Father calls me, I must go--
                       To meet him in the promised land.


                       CHORUS.
                       I'll away, I'll away, to the promised land,
                       I'll away, I'll away, to the promised land,
                       My Father calls me, I must go,
                       To meet him in the promised land.


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                       2 I have a Saviour in the promised land.
                       I have a Saviour in the promised land,
                       My Saviour calls me, I must go--
                       To meet him in the promised land.


                       CHO.--I'll away, &c.


                       3 I have a crown in the promised land,
                       I have a crown in the promised land,
                       When Jesus calls me, I must go--
                       To wear it in the promised land.


                       CHO.--I'll away, &c.


                       4 I hope to meet you in the promised land,
                       I hope to meet you in the promised land,
                       At Jesus' feet a joyous band,
                       We'll praise him in the promised land.


                       CHO.--We'll away, &c.

64 MILLENIUM.


                       1 Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming,
                       Rejoice, rejoice, the wilderness shall bloom,
                       And Zion's children then shall sing,
                       The deserts all are blossoming,
                       Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming,
                       Rejoice, rejoice, the wilderness shall bloom,


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                       The Gospel banner, wide unfurl'd,
                       Shall wave in triumph o'er the world,
                       And every creature, bond and free,
                       Shall shout the glorious jubilee.
                       Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming,
                       Rejoice, rejoice, Jerusalem shall sing.


                       2 Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming,
                       Rejoice, rejoice, Jerusalem shall sing:
                       From Zion shall the law go forth,
                       And all shall hear from south to north:
                       Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming,
                       Rejoice, rejoice, Jerusalem shall sing;
                       And truth shall sit on every hill,
                       And blessings flow in every rill,
                       And praise shall every heart employ,
                       And every voice shall shout with joy;
                       Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming,
                       Rejoice, rejoice, Jerusalem shall sing.


                       3 Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming,
                       Rejoice, rejoice, the Prince of Peace shall reign;
                       And lambs shall with the leopard play,
                       For naught shall harm in Zion's way:
                       Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming,
                       Rejoice, rejoice, the Prince of Peace shall reign;


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                       The sword and spear, of needless worth,
                       Shall prune the tree and plow the earth
                       And peace shall smile from shore to shore,
                       And nations learn to war no more;
                       Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming,
                       Rejoice, rejoice, the Prince of Peace shall reign.

65 ROCK OF AGES.


                       1 Rock of ages, cleft for me,
                       Let me hide myself in thee:
                       Let the water and the blood,
                       From thy wounded side which flowed,
                       Be of sin the double cure,
                       Save from sin and make me pure.


                       2 Could my tears for ever flow,
                       Could my zeal no languor know,
                       These 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 my eyes shall close in death,
                       When I rise to worlds unknown,
                       And behold thee on thy throne,
                       Rock of ages cleft for me
                       Let me hide myself in thee.


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66 HOW HAPPY IS THE PILGRIM'S LOT.


                       1 How happy is the pilgrim's lot;
                       How free from every anxious thought,
                       From wordly hope and fear!
                       Confined to neither court nor cell,
                       His soul disdains on earth to dwell,
                       He only sojourns here.


                       No foot of land do I possess,
                       No cottage in this wilderness:
                       A poor wayfaring man,
                       I lodge a while in tents below;
                       Or gladly wander to and fro,
                       Till I my Canaan gain.


                       3 Nothing on earth I call my own;
                       A stranger, to the world unknown,
                       I all their goods despise:
                       I trample on their whole delight,
                       And seek a city out of sight,
                       A city in the skies.


                       4 There is my house and portion fair;
                       My treasure and my heart are there,
                       And my abiding home;
                       For me my elder brethren stay,
                       And angels beckon me away,
                       And Jesus bids me come!


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67 COME, SING TO ME OF HEAVEN.


                       1 Come sing to me of Heaven,
                       When I'm about to die,
                       Sing songs of holy ecstacy,
                       To waft my soul on high!


                       CHORUS:--There'll be no sorrow there,
                       There'll be no sorrow there,
                       In Heaven above, where all is lo
                       There'll be no sorrow there.


                       2 When cold and sluggish drops
                       Roll off my marble brow,
                       Break forth in songs of joyfulness,--
                       Let heaven begin below.


                       CHO.--There'll be no sorrow there, &c.


                       3 When the last moments come,
                       O watch my dying face,
                       To catch the bright seraphic glow,
                       Which in each feature plays.


                       CHO.--There'll be no sorrow there, &c.


                       4 Then to my raptured ear,
                       Let one sweet song be given;
                       Let music charm me last on earth,
                       And greet me first in Heaven.


                       CHO.--There'll be no sorrow there, &c.


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                       5 Then close my sightless eyes,
                       And lay me down to rest,
                       And clasp my cold and icy hands,
                       Upon my lifeless breast.


                       CHO.--There'll be no sorrow there, &c.


                       6 When round my senseless clay,
                       Assemble those I love--
                       Then sing of heaven, delightful heav'n,
                       My glorious home above.


                       CHO.--There'll be no sorrow there, &c.

68 HAPPY DAY.


                       1 O happy day that fixed my choice
                       On thee my Saviour and my God!
                       Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
                       And tell its raptures all abroad.


                       CHORUS.
                       Happy day, happy day,
                       When Jesus washed my sins away;
                       He taught me how to watch and pray,
                       And live rejoicing every day,
                       Happy day, happy day,
                       When Jesus washed my sins away.


                       2 O happy bond, that seals my vows
                       To him who merits all my love;


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                       Let cheerful anthems fill his house,
                       While to that sacred shrine I move.


                       CHO.--Happy day, &c.


                       3 'Tis done, the great transaction's done;
                       I am the Lord's, and he is mine;
                       He drew me, and I followed on,
                       Charmed to confess the voice divine.


                       CHO.--Happy day, &c.


                       4 Now rest my long-divided heart;
                       Fixed on this blissful centre, rest;
                       Nor ever from thy Lord depart;
                       With him of every good possess'd.


                       CHO.--Happy day, &c.


                       5 High Heaven that heard that solemn vow,
                       That vow renewed shall daily hear,
                       Till in lite's latest hour I bow,
                       And bless in death a bond so dear.


                       CHO.--Happy day, &c.

69 KIND WORDS CAN NEVER DIE.


                       1 Kind words can never die,
                       Cherished and blest,
                       God knows how deep they lie
                       Stored in the breast;


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                       Like childhood's simple rhyme
                       Said o'er a thousand times,
                       Go through all years and climes,
                       The heart to cheer.


                       CHORUS.
                       Kind words can never die, never die, never die,
                       Kind words can never die, no, never die.


                       2 Childhood can never die--
                       Wrecks of the past,
                       Float o'er the memory,
                       Bright to the last.
                       Many a happy thing,
                       Many a daisy spring,
                       Float o'er time's ceaseless wing,
                       Far, far away.


                       CHO.--Childhood can never die, &c.


                       3 Sweet thoughts can never die.
                       Tho' like the flowers
                       Their brightest hues may fly,
                       In wintry hours.
                       But when the gentle dew
                       Gives them their charms anew,
                       With many an added hue,
                       They bloom again.


                       CHO.--Sweet thoughts can never die, &c.


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                       4 Our souls can never die,
                       Though in the tomb
                       We may all have to lie,
                       Wrapped in its gloom.
                       What tho' the flesh decay,
                       Souls pass in peace away,
                       Live through eternal day,
                       With Christ above.


                       CHO.--Our souls can never die, &c.

70 THE DEAREST SPOT.


                       1 The dearest spot on earth to me
                       Is home, sweet home!
                       The fairy land I long to see,
                       Is home, sweet home!
                       There how charm'd the sense of hearing!
                       There, where love is so endearing,
                       All the world is not so cheering,
                       As home, sweet home!


                       2 I've taught my heart the way to prize
                       My home, sweet home!
                       I've learned to look with lover's eyes
                       On home, sweet home!
                       There where vows are truly plighted!
                       There where hearts are so united!
                       All the world besides I've slighted,
                       For home, sweet home!


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71 OUR BONDAGE HERE SHALL END.


                       1 Our bondage here shall end,
                       Bye and bye;
                       From Egypt's yoke set free,
                       Hail the glorious jubilee;
                       And to Canaan we'll return,
                       Bye and bye.


                       2 Our deliv'rer he will come,
                       Bye and bye;
                       And our sorrows here shall end,
                       With our three-score years and ten,
                       And vast glory crown the day,
                       Bye and bye.


                       3 Though our enemies are strong,
                       We'll go on;
                       Though our hearts dissolve with fear,
                       Lo! Sinai's God is near,
                       Who the fiery pillar moves;
                       We'll go on.


                       4 By Marah's bitter stream,
                       We'll go on;
                       Though Bacca's vale be dry,
                       And the land yield no supply,
                       To the land of corn and wine,
                       We ll go on.


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                       5 And when to Jordan's flood,
                       We are come,
                       Jehovah rules the tide,
                       And the waters he'll divide,
                       And the ransomed hosts shall shout,
                       We are come.


                       6 There friends shall meet again,
                       Who have loved;
                       Our embraces shall be sweet,
                       At the dear Redeemer's feet,
                       When we meet to part no more;
                       Who have loved.


                       7 Then with all the happy throng,
                       We'll rejoice,
                       Shouting "Glory to our King!"
                       Till the vaults of heaven ring;
                       And through all eternity
                       We'll rejoice.

72 WHAT WONDROUS LOVE IS THIS?


                       1 What wondrous love is this,
                       Oh my soul!
                       That caused the Lord of bliss
                       To send his precious peace
                       To my soul.


                       2 When I was sinking down,
                       Sinking down,


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                       Beneath God's righteous frown,
                       Christ laid aside his crown,
                       For my soul.


                       3 Ye winged seraphs, fly,
                       Bear the news,
                       Like comets, through the sky;
                       Fill vast eternity
                       With the news.


                       4 Ye friends of Zion's King,
                       Join his praise,
                       With hearts and voices sing,
                       And strike each tuneful string
                       In his praise.


                       5 To God and to the Lamb
                       I will sing,
                       Who is the great I AM;
                       While millions join the theme,
                       I will sing.


                       6 And when from death I'm free,
                       I'll sing on,
                       I'll sing and joyful be,
                       And through eternity
                       I'll sing on.

73 I AM BOUND FOR CANAAN.


                       1 Together let us sweetly live,
                       I am bound for the land of Canaan;


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                       Together let us sweetly die,
                       I am bound for the land of Canaan.


                       CHORUS.
                       O Canaan, bright Canaan,
                       I am bound for the land of Canaan,
                       O Canaan is my happy home,
                       I am bound for the land of Canaan.


                       2 If you get there before I do,
                       I am bound for the land of Canaan;
                       Then praise the Lord I'm coming too,
                       I am bound for the land of Canaan.


                       CHO.--O Canaan, &c.


                       3 Part of my friends the prize have won,
                       I am bound for the land of Canaan;
                       And I'm resolved to travel on,
                       I am bound for the land of Canaan.


                       CHO.--O Canaan, &c.


                       4 Then come with me, beloved friend,
                       I am bound for the land of Canaan;
                       The joys of heaven shall never end,
                       I am bound for the land of Canaan,


                       O Canaan, &c.


                       5 Our songs of praise shall fill the skies,
                       I am bound for the land of Canaan;


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                       While higher still our joys may rise,
                       I am bound for the land of Canaan.


                       O Canaan, &c.

74 SISTER THOU WAST MILD AND LOVELY.


        TUNE--Mount Vernon.



                       1 Sister, thou wast mild and lovely,
                       Gentle as the summer breeze,
                       Pleasant as the air of evening
                       When it floats among the trees.


                       2 Peaceful be thy silent slumber,
                       Peaceful in the grave so low;
                       Thou no more wilt join our number,
                       Thou no more our songs shalt know.


                       3 Dearest sister, thou hast left us,
                       Here thy loss we deeply feel,
                       But 't is God that hath bereft us.
                       He can all our sorrows heal.


                       4 Yet 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.

75 WE'LL BE GATHERED HOME.


                       1 My heavenly home is bright and fair,
                       We'll be gathered home;


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                       Not death nor sighing visit there,
                       We'll be gathered home.


                       CHORUS:--We'll wait till Jesus come,
                       We'll wait till Jesus come,
                       We'll wait till Jesus come,
                       And we'll be gathered home.


                       2 Its glittering towers the sun outshine,
                       That heavenly mansion shall be mine,


                       We'll wait, &c,


                       3 While here, a stranger far from home,
                       Affliction's waves may round me foam.


                       We'll wait, &c.


                       4 I envy not the rich and great,
                       Their pomp of wealth and pride of state.


                       We'll wait, &c.


                       5 Let others seek a home below
                       Which flames devour or waves o'erthrow.


                       We'll wait, &c.


                       6 Be mine the happier lot to own
                       A heavenly mansion near the throne.


                       We'll wait, &c.


                       7 When from this earthly prison free,
                       That heavenly mansion mine shall be.


                       We'll wait, &c.


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75 OH! THE SABBATH MORNING.


        TUNE--Praire Flower.



                       1 Oh! the Sabbath morning, beautiful and bright,
                       Joyfully we hail its golden light;
                       All the gloomy shadows chasing far away,
                       Bringing us the pleasant day.


                       CHORUS.
                       Day calm and holy--day nearest heaven,
                       Day which a Father's love has given;
                       Oh! the Sabbath morning! beautiful and bright,
                       Glad we hail its golden light.


                       2 All the days of labor ended one by one,
                       Glad are we the six day's work is done;
                       Glad to have a day of sweet and holy rest,
                       'Tis the day that God has blest,


                       CHO.--Day calm, &c.


                       3 Let us spend the moments of this holy day,
                       So that when they all have passed away
                       Sweet 't will be to think--the quiet Sabbath ev'n,
                       Brings us one day nearer heav'n.


                       CHO.--Day calm, &c.


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76 I DO BELIEVE.


                       1 There is a fountain filled with blood,
                       Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
                       And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
                       Lose all their guilty stains.


                       CHORUS.
                       I do believe, I now believe,
                       I can hold out no more;
                       I sink by dying love compelled,
                       And own thee conqueror.


                       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.


                       CHO.--I do believe, &c.


                       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.


                       CHO.--I do believe, &c.


                       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.


                       CHO.--I do believe, &c.


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                       5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song.
                       I'll sing thy power to save,
                       When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue
                       Lies silent in the grave,


                       I do believe, &c.

77 THERE IS A BEAUTIFUL WORLD.


                       1 There is a beautiful world,
                       Where saints and angels sing;
                       A world where peace and pleasure reigns,
                       And heavenly praises ring.


                       CHORUS.
                       We'll be there, be there,
                       Oh! yes we'll be there.
                       Palms of victory, crowns of glory,
                       We all shall wear;
                       We shall wear glorious crowns
                       In that beautiful world on high.


                       2 There is a beautiful world,
                       Where sorrow never comes;
                       A world where tears shall never fall,
                       In sighing for our home.


                       CHO.--We'll be there, &c.


                       3 There is a beautiful world,
                       Unseen to mortal sight,


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                       And darkness never enters there,
                       That home is fair and bright.


                       CHO.--We'll be there, &c.


                       4 There is a beautiful world,
                       Of harmony and love,
                       Oh! may we safely enter there,
                       And dwell with God above.


                       CHO.--We'll be there, &c.

78. THE CHRISTIAN HERO.


                       1 Live on the field of battle!
                       Be earnest in the fight;
                       Stand forth with manly courage,
                       And struggle for the right!
                       Live! live! live! live!
                       On the field of battle!


                       2 Watch on the field of battle!
                       The foe is everywhere;
                       His fiery darts fly thickly,
                       Like lightning thro' the air
                       Watch! watch! watch! watch!
                       On the field of battle!


                       3 Pray on the field of battle!
                       God works with those who pray;
                       His mighty arm can nerve us,


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                       And make us win the day.
                       Pray! pray! pray! pray!
                       On the field of battle!


                       4 Die on the field of battle!
                       'Tis noble thus to die;
                       God smiles on valiant soldiers--
                       Their record is on high.
                       Die! die! die! die!
                       On the field of battle.

79 A HOME IN GLORY.


                       1 A little longer here below,
                       And we'll go home to glory,
                       Where joy supreme we shall know,
                       In you bright world of glory.


                       CHORUS:
                       O glory! O glory!
                       There's room enough in paradise,
                       For all a home in glory.


                       2 And when we're laid beneath the ground,
                       With Christ, who reigns in glory,
                       We all shall rise when the trump shall sound,
                       To sit with him in glory.


                       CHO--O glory! O glory 1 &c.


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                       3 We hope to meet our brethren there,
                       In heaven, our home in glory,
                       Who oft have joined with us in prayer,
                       And praise our God, in glory.


                       CHO.--O glory! O glory! &c.


                       4 Come fellow-sinners, flee for life,
                       There's room for you in glory,
                       Forsake your sins, and come to Christ,
                       And find a home in glory.


                       CHO.--O glo-ry! O glory! &c.

80. O JESUS MY SAVIOUR.


                       1 Oh Jesus, my Saviour! I know thou art mine:
                       For thee all the pleasures of earth I resign:
                       Of objects most pleasing, I love thee the best;
                       Without thee I'm wretched, but with thee I'm blest.


                       2 I love thee, I love thee, I love thee my Lord
                       I love thee, my Saviour! I love thee my God!
                       I love thee, I love thee, and that thou dost know;
                       But how much I love thee, I never can show.


                       3 I'm happy, I'm happy, O, wondrous account!
                       My joys are immortal, I stand on the mount!


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                       I gaze on my treasure, and long to be there,
                       With Jesus and angels, my kindred so dear.


                       4 O Jesus, my Saviour, with thee I am blest!
                       My life and salvation, my joy and my rest!
                       Thy name be my theme, and thy love be my song.
                       Thy grace shall inspire both my heart and my tongue.


                       5 O, who's like my Saviour? He's Salem's bright King;
                       He smiles, and he loves me, and learns me to sing;
                       I'll praise him, I'll praise him, with notes loud and shrill,
                       While rivers of pleasure my spirit doth fill.

81 THE CHRISTIAN SOLDIER.


                       1 O when shall I see Jesus,
                       And reign with him above,
                       And from that flowing fountain
                       Drink everlasting love?
                       When shall I be delivered
                       From this vain world of sin,
                       And with my blessed Jesus,
                       Drink endless pleasures in.


                       2 But now I am a soldier;
                       My Captain's gone before;


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                       He's given me my orders,
                       And bids me not give o'er;
                       If I continue faithful,
                       A righteous crown he'll give;
                       And all his valiant soldiers
                       Eternal life shall have.


                       3 Through grace I am determined
                       To conquer, though I die,
                       And then away to Jesus,
                       On wings of love I'll fly;
                       Farewell to sin and sorrow--
                       I bid you all adieu;
                       And O, my friends, prove faithful,
                       And on your way pursue.


                       4 And if you meet with troubles
                       And trials on your way,
                       Then cast your care on Jesus,
                       And don't forget to pray.
                       Gird on the heavenly armor
                       Of faith, and hope, and love;
                       Then, when the combat's ended,
                       He'll carry you above.

82 THERE'LL BE NO PARTING THERE.


                       1 Here we meet to part again,
                       But when we meet on Canaan's plain,


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                       There'll be no parting there,
                       In that bright world above.


                       CHORUS:
                       Shout, shout the victory,
                       We're on our journey home.


                       2 Here we meet to part again,
                       But when a seat in heaven we gain,
                       There'll be no parting there,
                       In that bright world above.


                       CHO.--Shout, shout, &c.


                       3 Here we meet to part again,
                       But there we shall with Jesus reign,
                       There'll be no parting there,
                       In that bright world above.


                       CHO.--Shout, shout, &c.


                       4 Here we meet to part again,
                       But when we join the heavenly train,
                       There'll be no parting there,
                       In that bright world above.


                       CHO--Shout, shout, &c.

83 'T IS WELL.


                       1 On every sunny mountain,
                       In every gloomy dell--


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                       Whate'er the robe that wraps the heart,
                       'Tis with the righteous well.


                       CHORUS:
                       'Tis well, 'tis well,
                       'Tis with the righteous well;
                       In pleasure's light and sorrow's night,
                       'T is with the righteous well.


                       2 What works of holy comfort!
                       Their sweetness who can tell?
                       Within the vale and o'er the flood,
                       'T is with the righteous well.


                       CHO.--'Tis well, &c.


                       3 Though dripping clouds may gather,
                       And grief the bosom swell,
                       The trusting heart will ever sing--
                       'T is with the righteous well.


                       CHO.--'T is well, &c.


                       4 And when the strife is over,
                       And hushed the solemn knell,
                       Withiu the gates, around the throne.
                       'T is with the righteous well,


                       CHO.--'T is well, &c.


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84. HOW HAPPY ARE THEY.

C. Wesley,


                       1 How happy are they, Who their Saviour obey,
                       And have laid up their treasures above!
                       Tongue cannot express The sweet comfort and peace,
                       Of a soul in its earliest love!


                       2 That comfort was mine, When the favor Divine,
                       I first found in the blood of the Lamb:
                       When my heart it believed, What a joy I received,
                       What a heaven in Jesus's name!


                       3 'Twas a heaven below, My Redeemer to know,
                       And the angels could do nothing more
                       Than fall at his feet, And the story repeat,
                       And the Lover of sinners adore.


                       4 Jesus all the day long, Was my joy and my song:
                       O that all his salvation might see!
                       He hath loved me, I cried, He hath suffered and died,
                       To redeem a poor rebel like me.


                       5 On the wings of his love, I was carried above
                       All sin, and temptation, and pain:


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                       I could not believe, That I ever should grieve,
                       That I ever should suffer again.


                       6 I rode on the sky, Freely justified I,
                       Nor did envy Elijah his seat:
                       My soul mounted higher, In a chariot of fire,
                       And the moon, it was under my feet.


                       7 O the rapturous height, Of that holy delight
                       Which I felt in the life-giving blood!
                       Of my Saviour possessed, I was perfectly blessed,
                       As if filled with the fulness of God.

85 WE ARE ON OUR JOURNEY HOME.


                       1 We are on our journey home,
                       Where Christ our Lord is gone;
                       We shall meet around the throne
                       Where he makes his people one
                       In the new Jerusalem,
                       Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
                       In the new Jerusalem.


                       2 We can see that distant home,
                       Though clouds rise dark between;
                       Faith views the radiant dome,
                       And a lustre flashes keen
                       From the new Jerusalem.
                       Jerusalem, &c.


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                       3 O thou glory, shining far
                       From the never-setting sun!
                       O thou trembling morning star!
                       Soon our journey will be done
                       To the new Jerusalem.
                       Jerusalem, &c.


                       4 O thou holy, heavenly home!
                       O sweet rest, eternal there!
                       When shall all the exiles come,
                       Where they cease from earthly care,
                       In the new Jerusalem?
                       Jerusalem, &c.


                       5 O! our hearts are breaking now
                       Heavenly mansions, fair to see:
                       Blessed Lord l thy heavens bow,
                       Raise, Oh raise us up to thee,
                       To the new Jerusalem.
                       Jerusalem, &c.

86. I AM GOING HOME.


                       1 Happy the children who are gone
                       To live with Jesus Christ in Peace!
                       Who stand around his glorious throne,
                       Redeemed by blood, and saved by grace.


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                       CHORUS.
                       I'm going home,
                       I'm going home,
                       I'm going home to die no more;
                       To die no more,
                       To die no more,
                       I'm going home to die no more.


                       2 The Saviour, whom they loved below,
                       Hath kindly wiped their tears away;
                       No sin, no sorrow there they know,
                       But bask in one eternal day.


                       CHO.--I'm going home, &c.


                       3 Now to their golden harps they sing,
                       While tens of thousands join the songs;
                       Hosanna to the immortal King,
                       To whom immortal praise belongs!


                       CHO.--I'm going home, &c.


                       4 Most gracious Lord! O may we be
                       All brought with them in bliss to
                       Thy sacred countenance to see,
                       And sing thy mercies all divine!


                       CHO.--I'm going home, &c.

87. WHEN SHALL WE MEET AGAIN.


                       1 When shall we meet again?
                       Meet ne'er to sever?


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                       When will peace wreathe her chain
                       Round us forever?
                       Our hearts will ne'er repose,
                       Safe from each blast that blows,
                       In this dark vale of woes--
                       Never--no, never!


                       2 When shall love freely flow
                       Pure as life's river?
                       When shall sweet friendship glow
                       Changeless forever?
                       Where joys celestial thrill,
                       Where bliss each heart shall fill,
                       And fears of parting chill--
                       Never--no, never!


                       3 Up to that world of light
                       Take us, dear Saviour;
                       May we all there unite,
                       Happy forever?
                       Where kindred spirits dwell,
                       There may our music swell,
                       And time our joys dispel--
                       Never--no, never.

88 LET US WALK IN THE LIGHT.


                       1 Tis religion that can give--
                       In the light, in the light;
                       Sweetest pleasure while we live--
                       In the light of God.


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                       Tis religion must supply--
                       In the light, in the light;
                       Solid comfort when we die--
                       In the light of God.


                       CHORUS.
                       Let us walk in the light--
                       Walk in the light;
                       Let us walk in the light--
                       In the light of God.


                       2 After death its joys shall be--
                       In the light, in the light;
                       Lasting as eternity--
                       In the light of God.
                       Be the living God my Friend--
                       In the light, in the light;
                       Then my bliss shall never end--
                       In the light of God.


                       CHO--Let us walk in the light, &c.

89 "I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY."


                       1 I would not live alway; I ask not to stay
                       Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way;
                       The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here,
                       Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.


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                       2 I would not live alway: no--welcome the tomb,
                       Since Jesus bath lain there, I dread not its gloom;
                       There, sweet be my rest, till He bid me arise,
                       To hail Him in triumph descending the skies.


                       3 Who, who would live alway, away from his God--
                       Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode,
                       Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains,
                       And the noon-tide of glory eternally reigns:


                       4 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,
                       Their Saviour and brethren, transported to greet;
                       While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,
                       And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.

90 THE CITY OF LIGHT.


                       1 A beautiful land by faith I see,
                       A land of rest from sorrow free;
                       The home of the ransomed bright and fair,
                       And beautiful angels too are there.


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                       CHORUS.
                       Will you go to that beautiful land?
                       Will you go to that beautiful land?
                       Will you go to that beautiful land?


                       2 That land is called the City of Light;
                       It ne'er has known the shades of night,
                       For the glory of God as the light of day,
                       Hath driven the darkness far away.


                       CHO.--Will you go, &c.,


                       3 In vision I see its streets of gold,
                       Its gates of pearl I too behold,
                       The river of life, the crystal sea,
                       The ambrosial fruit of life's fair tree.


                       CHO.--Will you go, &c.


                       4 The ransomed throng arrayed in whíte,
                       In rapture range the plains of light;
                       In one harmonious choir they praise
                       Their glorious Saviour's matchless grace.


                       CHO.--Will you go, &c.


                       5 That beautiful land I mean to see,
                       And join in its glorious harmony;
                       On the mount of God through grace I'll stand,
                       And share the bliss of that beautiful land.


                       I will go, &c.


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91 STAR OF BETHLEHEM.


                       1 When marshaled on the nightly plain,
                       A glittering host bestud the sky;
                       One star alone of all the train
                       Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.
                       Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
                       From every host, from every gem;
                       But one alone, the Saviour speaks;
                       It is the star of Bethlehem.


                       2 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.
                       Deep horrors then my vitals froze,
                       Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem:
                       When suddenly a star arose,
                       It was the star of Bethlehem.


                       3 It was my guide, my light, my all;
                       It bade my dark forebodings cease;
                       And through the storm and danger's thrall
                       It led me to the port of peace.
                       Now safely moor'd, my perils o'er,
                       I'll sing, first in night's diadem,
                       Forever, and forevermore,
                       The star, the star of Bethlehem.


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92 HARK! THE ANGELS SINGING.


                       1 Hark the angels singing,
                       Wake the happy morn,
                       Joyful tidings bringing,
                       "Christ, the Lord, is born,
                       In a lowly manger
                       (This shall be the sign),
                       See the new-born stranger,
                       Hail the Babe divine!"


                       CHORUS:--Glory! Glory! Glory!
                       In the highest sing!
                       Glory! Glory! Glory!
                       To our God and King!
                       Glory! Glory! Glory!
                       Peace to earth again!
                       Glory! Glory! Glory!
                       And good will to men!


                       2 Sisters, dear, and brothers,
                       Sing, sing away!
                       This of all the others,
                       Is the Children's day.
                       Hear the blessed story,
                       Once as young as we,
                       Christ, the Prince of Glory,
                       Slept on Mary's knee.


                       CHO.--Glory, &c


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                       3 Where's a chorus meeter
                       For his advent here?
                       Where a carrol sweeter
                       To his gentle ear?
                       None can come so near him,
                       The holy undefiled,
                       None so love and fear him,
                       As a Christian child.


                       CHO.--Glory, &c.


                       4 In the highest regions,
                       Now upon his throne,
                       All the blood-bought legions
                       Claim him Lord alone;
                       But of all wh' adore him,
                       With triumphant song,
                       Children stand before him
                       In the greatest throng.


                       CHO.--Glory, &c.


                       5 Let us then pursue him
                       To his throne of grace;
                       Let us pray unto him,
                       Looking in his face:
                       "Once in childhood's weakness,
                       Christ, like us wert thou;
                       In love, truth, and meekness,
                       Make us like thee now."


                       CHO --Glory, &c.


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                       5 This, of all the others,
                       Is the Children's day,
                       Sisters dear, and brothers,
                       Sing, sing away.
                       Bless Him for its story:
                       "Once as young as we,
                       Jesus, Lord of glory,
                       Slept on Mary's knee."


                       CHO.--Glory, &c.

Celebrations, &c.

93 GOD BLESS THE SUNDAY SCHOOL.


                       1 Dear friends with joy, we meet you here.
                       On this our festive day,
                       To bless God for the Sunday school;
                       O join our simple lay.


                       CHORUS.
                       The Sunday school, the Sunday school,
                       God bless the Sunday school,
                       The Sunday school, the Sunday school,
                       God bless the Sunday school.


                       2 'Tis there we learn how Jesus died,
                       To save our ruined race;


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                       How he was mocked and crucified,
                       That we might share his grace.


                       CHO.--The Sunday school, &c.


                       3 While teachers look to God in prayer,
                       His Spirit to impart,
                       O may the lessons taught us there
                       Be graven on each heart.


                       CHO.--The Sunday school, &c.


                       4 When spring with verdure clothes the scene,
                       When summer breezes blow,
                       'Mid winter's snows and tempests keen,
                       To Sunday school we'll go.


                       CHO.--The Sunday school, &c.

94 COME TO THE SABBATH SCHOOL.


                       1 Come to the Sabbath School,
                       All children come;
                       Cheerful its pious rule,
                       Pleasant at home.
                       Leave rude and naughty plays,
                       Live, and keep the holy days,
                       Come, learn to pray and praise
                       In Sabbath School.


                       2 Come where our teachers meet,
                       Faithful and true;


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                       Come, learn the lessons sweet,
                       Ready for you:
                       Come school will not be long;
                       Come, join our happy throng;
                       Come, sing our pretty song
                       In Sabbath School.


                       3 Oh! there's a school on high,
                       Where angels praise:
                       Joy beams in every eye,
                       Sweet strains they raise;
                       There seraph children sing
                       Anthems to our glorious King,
                       And crowns to Jesus bring,
                       Blest Sabbath School.

95. SABBATH SCHOOLS MUST HAVE THEIR CONCERTS.


                       1 Sabbath schools must have their concerts,
                       When th' appointed time comes round;
                       Surely 'tis a precious meeting,
                       For the children there are found.
                       Tis not safe to pass it over,
                       For the rain or for the snow;
                       Children love their own dear meeting;
                       Parents why not let them go.


                       2 There, they sing of him who never
                       Thrust aside their precious claims;
                       But took children to his bosom,
                       As a shepherd doth his lambs.


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                       Some there were who tried to keep them
                       Waiting, till some other day:
                       But the Lord, their zeal rebuking,
                       Told them of a better way.


                       3 There, their hearts go up to heaven,
                       On the fragrant breath of prayer:
                       Who shall say it is too early
                       For the children to be there?
                       Jesus says, Why should they linger,
                       (Speaking from his throne above,)
                       Till they are a little older,
                       Since they're old enough to love?


                       4 O, then, let them have their concert,
                       Be the weather, foul or fair;
                       So that when the Saviour calls them,
                       They may answer, "Here we are."
                       Tell them they can't come too early,
                       To their Friend who reigns above,
                       For ere, they can lisp his praises,
                       They are old enough to love.

96 HAPPY GREETING TO ALL.


                       1 Come, children, and join in our festival song'
                       And hail the sweet joys which this day brings along;
                       We'll join our glad voices in one hymn of praise,


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                       To God, who has kept us, and lengthened our days.


                       CHORUS.
                       Happy greeting to all! Happy greeting to all!
                       Happy greeting, happy greeting, happy greeting to all!


                       2 Our Father in Heaven, we lift up to thee'
                       Our voice of thanksgiving, our glad jubilee;
                       Oh, bless us, and guide us, dear Saviour we pray,
                       That from thy blest precept we never may stray.


                       CHO.--Happy greeting, &c.


                       3 And if, ere this glad year has drawn to a close,
                       Some loved one among us in death shall repose,
                       Grant, Lord, that the spirit in heaven may dwell,
                       In the bosom of Jesus, where all shall be well.


                       CHO.--Happy greeting, &c.


                       4 Kind teachers, we children would thank you this day
                       That faithfully, kindly, you've taught us the way,


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                       How we may escape from the world's sinful charms,
                       And find a safe refuge in the Saviour's loved arms.


                       CHO.--Happy greeting, &c.


                       5 Dear Pastor, we ask thee, as lambs of thy fold,
                       To teach us that wisdom more precious than gold,
                       Our footsteps to guide in the pathway of truth,
                       To "love our Creator in the days of our youth."


                       CHO --Happy greeting, &c,


                       6 And now, as we part, let us bid you good cheer;
                       We pray for a blessing on your labors here:
                       May many "bright jewels" be your blest reward,
                       And "crowns of rejoicing, in the day of the Lord."


                       CHO.--Happy greeting, &c.

97 'TIS ANNIVERSARY DAY.


                       1 With joy we meet,
                       With smiles we greet,
                       Our schoolmates bright and gay,


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                       Be dry each tear
                       Of sorrow here.
                       'Tis anniversary day.


                       CHORUS.
                       'Tis anniversary day,
                       'Tis anniversary day:
                       Be dry each tear,
                       Of sorrow here,
                       'Tis anniversary day.


                       2 Religion's sound.
                       Now rings around,
                       And brightens every ray;
                       Our banner floats,
                       'Mid happy notes,
                       On anniversary day.


                       CHO.--On anniversary day, &c.


                       3 We children sing,
                       And echoes ring,
                       Along the heavenly way,
                       Where angels blest,
                       Have for their rest,
                       One anniversary day


                       CHO. - One anniversary day, &c.


                       Oh, who from home
                       Would fail to come,
                       And join our happy lay;


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                       When praise we bring
                       To God our King,
                       On anniversary day.


                       CHO.--On anniversary day, &c.


                       5 Come, children, come,
                       For there are some
                       Who have been wont to stray,
                       Come, take our hands,
                       And join our bands,
                       This anniversary day.


                       CHO.--This anniversary day, &c,

98. BABES OF ZION.


                       1 Thou, who didst with love and blessing
                       Gather Zion's babes to thee,
                       Still a Saviour's love expressing,
                       These, the babes of Zion, see,
                       Bless the labors
                       That would bring them up for thee.


                       2 Smile upon the weak endeavor,
                       Vain, if thou thy smile deny:
                       Lo! they rise.--to live for ever!
                       Train! O train them for the sky!
                       Ne'er may Satan
                       Plunder Zion's nursery.


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                       3 Lord, with humble fervor bending,
                       We thy blessing would entreat,
                       On the youthful heart descending,
                       Make the toils of learning sweet:
                       Still to Zion
                       Guide the young disciples feet.


                       4 Then when long we both have slumbered
                       Side by side in common dust,
                       With thy ransomed people numbered,
                       With th' assembly of the just,
                       Child and teacher,
                       Saviour! own our humble trust.

99 COME LET OUR VOICES JOIN.


                       CHILDREN.
                       1 Come let our voices join
                       In one glad song of praise;
                       To God, the God of love,
                       Our grateful hearts we raise:


                       CONGREGATION.
                       To God, alone your praise belongs:
                       His love demands your earliest songs.


                       CHILDREN.
                       2 Now we are taught to read
                       The book of life divine,
                       Where our Redeemer's love
                       And brightest glories shine:


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                       CONGREGATION.
                       To God alone the praise is due,
                       Who sends his word to us and you.


                       CHILDREN.
                       3 Within these hallowed walls,
                       Our wand'ring feet are brought;
                       Where prayer and praise aseend,
                       And heavenly truths are taught:


                       CONGREGATION.
                       To God alone your off'rings bring;
                       Here in his church his praises sing.


                       CHILDREN.
                       4 For blessings such as these
                       Our gratitude receive;
                       Lord, here accept our hearts,
                       'T is all that we can give:


                       CONGREGATION.
                       Great God, accept their infant songs;
                       To thee alone their praise belongs.


                       BOTH
                       5 Lord, bid this work of love
                       Be crowned with meet success;
                       May thousands yet unborn
                       This institution bless:
                       Thus shall the praise resound to thee,
                       Now, and through all eternity.


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Closing Exercises.

100 C. M.

Watts.


                       1 Come, let us join our cheerful songs
                       With angels round the throne:
                       Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
                       But all their joys are one.


                       2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry,
                       To be exalted thus:
                       Worthy the Lamb, our hearts reply,
                       For he was slain for us.


                       3 Jesus is worthy to receive
                       Honor and power Divine;
                       And blessings, more than we can give,
                       Be, Lord, for ever thine.


                       4 The whole creation join in one
                       To bless the sacred name
                       Of Him that sits upon the throne,
                       And to adore the Lamb

101 L. M.


                       1 Of Him who did salvation bring,
                       I could for ever think and sing;
                       Arise ye needy, he'll relieve;
                       Arise, ye guilty, he'll forgive.


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                       2 Ask but his grace, and lo! 't is given!
                       Ask, and he turns your hell to heaven:
                       Though sin and sorrow wound my soul,
                       Jesus, thy balm will make it whole.


                       3 To shame our sins he blushed in blood,
                       He closed his eyes to show us God:
                       Let all the world fall down and know
                       That none but God such love can show.


                       4 'T is thee I love, for thee alone
                       I shed my tears and make my moan!
                       Where'er I am, where'er I move,
                       I meet the object of my love.


                       5 Insatiate to this spring I fly:
                       I drink, and yet am ever dry:
                       Ah! who against thy charms is proof?
                       Ah! who that loves can love enough?

102 C. M.

Watts


                       1 Salvation, O the joyful sound!
                       'T is pleasure to our ears:
                       A sov'reign balm for every wound,
                       A cordial for our fears.


                       2 Buried in sorrow and in sin,
                       At hell's dark door we lay;
                       But we arise by grace Divine
                       To see a heavenly day.


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                       3 Salvation! let the echo fly
                       The spacious earth around,
                       While all the armies of the sky
                       Conspire to raise the sound.

103 L. M.

Dwight.


                       1 While life prolongs its precious light,
                       Mercy is found, and peace is given;
                       But soon, ah soon, approaching night
                       Shall blot out every hope of heaven.


                       2 While God invites, how blest the day!
                       How sweet the gospel's charming sound!
                       Come sinners, haste, O haste away,
                       While yet a pard'ning God is found.


                       3 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing,
                       Shall death command you to the grave,
                       Before his bar your spirits bring,
                       And none be found to hear or save.


                       4 In that lone land of deep despair
                       No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise,
                       No God regard your bitter prayer,
                       No Saviour call you to the skies.

104 7 s.

C. Wesley


                       1 Loving Jesus, gentle Lamb,
                       In thy gracious hands I am:
                       Make me, Saviour, what thou art,
                       Live thyself within my heart.


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                       2 I shall then show forth thy praise,
                       Serve thee all my happy days,
                       Then the world shall always see
                       Christ, the holy Child in me.

105. C. M.

Watts.


                       1 My God my portion, and my love,
                       My everlasting all,
                       I've none but thee in heaven above,
                       Or on this earthly ball.


                       2 What empty things are all the skies,
                       And this inferior clod!
                       There's nothing here deserves my joys,
                       There's nothing like my God.


                       3 How vain a toy is glitt'ring wealth,
                       If once compared to thee;
                       Or what's my safety, or my health,
                       Or all my friends to me?


                       4 Were I possessor of the earth,
                       And called the stars my own,
                       Without thy graces and thyself,
                       I were a wretch undone.


                       5 Let others stretch their arms like seas,
                       And grasp in all the shore:
                       Grant me the visits of thy face,
                       And I desire no more.


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106 PILGRIM BAND.


                       1 Come, little soldiers, join in our band,
                       March for the kingdom, our promised land;
                       Fearless of danger, onward we roam;
                       Jesus our leader is, soon we'll be home.


                       CHORUS.
                       We are a little pilgrim band,
                       Guided by a Saviour's hand:
                       Soon we'll reach our Fatherland.
                       No more to roam.


                       2 Hark to the voices bidding us come!
                       Angels rejoicing beckon us home:
                       No more shall sadness nor sorrow oppress,
                       Come, little Pilgrim band, here we shall rest.


                       CHO.--We're a little pilgrim band, &c.


                       3 Soon we shall never know sorrow more,
                       But blest forever, God's love shall share;
                       Soon we shall see him in his blest home,
                       Ever still praising him ages to come.


                       CHO.--We're a little pilgrim band, &c.

107 8,7,8,4.

J. Cross.


                       1 Star of Peace, to wanderers weary,
                       Gleaming through the stormy gloom,
                       Cheer the pilgrim's vision dreary,
                       Far--far from home.


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                       2 Star of Live, our spirits lighting,
                       Bless the desert land we roam,
                       Heart with kindred heart uniting,
                       Far--far from home.


                       3 Star of Faith, in thee confiding,
                       All our fears are overcome,
                       On the waves securely riding,
                       Far--far from home.


                       4 Star of Hope, to mortals wailing
                       O'er the dark and dismal tomb,
                       Shine when earth and flesh are failing,
                       Far--far from home,


                       5 Star Divine, thy beam shall guide us,
                       Till with joy the ransom'd come,
                       There no gate shall e'er divide us,
                       Safe--safe at home!

108 C. M.


                       1 Around the throne of God in heaven
                       Thousands of children stand--
                       Children whose sins are all forgiven,
                       A holy, happy band,
                       Singing, Glory, glory, glory.


                       2 What brought them that world above,
                       That heaven so bright and fair,
                       Where all is peace, and joy, and love?
                       How came those children there,
                       Singing, &c.


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                       3 Because the Saviour shed his blood
                       To wash a way their sin:
                       Bathed in that pure and precious flood,
                       Behold them white and clean,
                       Singing, &c.


                       4 On earth they sought their Saviour's grace,
                       On earth they loved his name;
                       So now they see his blessed face,
                       And stand before the Lamb,
                       Singing, &c.

109 C. M.

C. Wesley


                       1 Jesus, we cast ourselves on thee,
                       On thee our works we cast:
                       The Alpha and Omega be
                       In all, the first and last.


                       2 If well we anything have done,
                       'T is owing to thy grace:
                       What therefore we with prayer begun,
                       We now conclude with praise.


                       3 We praise thee for our teachers' care,
                       To us poor children show'd:
                       If forward brought to-day we are,
                       It is the gift of God.


                       4 We praise thee for our hope to know
                       The wisdom from above,
                       And own that all our blessings flow
                       From thy redeeming love.


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110 7s.

Newton


                       1 For a season called to part,
                       Let us now ourselves commend
                       the gracious eye and heart
                       Of our ever-present Friend.


                       2 Jesus, hear our humble prayer,
                       Tender Shepherd of thy sheep.
                       Let thy mercy, and thy care.
                       All our souls in safety keep.


                       3 What we each have now been taught,
                       Let our memories retain;
                       May we, if we live, be brought
                       Here to meet in peace again.


                       4 Then, if thou instruction bless,
                       Songs of praises shall be given.
                       We'll our thankfulness express,
                       Here on earth and when in heaven.

111 L. M.

Edmeston


                       Eternal Father, God of grace!
                       Who dwellest in this holy place,
                       Hear us, O hear us, while we pray,
                       And send us not unblest away!


                       2 Look on us now, and bless us here;
                       We fain would worship in thy fear;
                       O be thy shadow round us spread,
                       O be thy Spirit on us shed,


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                       3 Not many years our feet have run,
                       Yet hast thou watch'd them every one
                       May all our future years be bright
                       With beams of heavenly love and light.


                       4 In life, and when we come to die,
                       Be thou our guardian ever nigh;
                       And may the pang that sets us free
                       Waft every spirit home to thee!

112 S. M.

Hart


                       1 Once more, before we part.
                       We'll bless the Saviour's name,
                       Record his mercies, every heart--
                       Sing, every tongue, the same.


                       2 May we receive thy word,
                       And feed thereon and grow;
                       Go on to seck, to know the Lord,
                       And practise what we know.

113 7,7,7,7,7,7.


                       1 When shall we all meet again?
                       When shall we all meet again?
                       Oft shall glowing hope aspire,
                       Oft shall wearied love retire,
                       Oft shall death and sorrow reign,
                       Ere we all shall meet again.


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                       2 Though in distant lands we sigh,
                       Parched beneath the hostile sky;
                       Though the deep between us rolls,
                       Friendship shall unite our souls,
                       And in fancy's wide domain
                       There shall we all meet again.


                       3 When the dreams of life are fled,
                       When its wasted lamps are dead,
                       When in cold oblivion's shade
                       Beauty, wealth, and fame are laid--
                       There immortal spirits reign,
                       There may we all meet again.

114 C. M.


                       2 How pleasant thus to dwell below,
                       In fellowship of love!
                       And though we part, 't is bliss to know
                       The good shall meet above.


                       CHORUS.
                       O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful!
                       O that will be joyful!
                       To meet to part no more--
                       To meet to part no more,
                       On Canaan's happy shore,
                       And sing the everlasting song
                       With those who've gone before.


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                       2 Yes, happy thought! when we are free
                       From earthly, grief and pain,
                       In heaven we shall each other see,
                       And never part again.


                       CHO.--O that will be joyful, &c.


                       3 The children who have loved the Lord
                       Shall hail their teachers there;
                       And teachers gain the rich reward
                       Of all their toil and care.


                       CHO.--O that will be joyful, &c.


                       4 Then let us each, in strength divine,
                       Still walk in wisdom's ways
                       That we, with those we love, may join
                       In never-ending praise!


                       CHO.--O that will be joyful, &c.

115 C. M.

Brown


                       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,
                       Where none but God can hear,


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                       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 does 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

116 C. M.

Watts.


                       Lo! what an entertaining sight
                       Are brethren who agree!
                       Brethren whose cheerful hearts unite
                       In bands of piety!


                       When streams of love, from Christ the spring
                       Descend to every soul,
                       And heavenly peace, with balmy wing,
                       Shades and bedews the whole:


                       'Tis like the oil divinely sweet,
                       On Aaron's reverend head:
                       The trickling drops perfumed his feet,
                       And o'er his garments spread;


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                       4 'T is pleasant as the morning dews,
                       That fall on Zion's hill.
                       Where God his mildest glory shows,
                       And makes his grace distil.

117 C. M.

C. Wesley


                       1 Jesus, to thee I now can fly,
                       On whom my help is laid;
                       Oppressed by sins, I lift my eye,
                       And see the shadows fade.


                       2 Believing on my Lord, I find
                       A sure and present and:
                       On thee alone my constant mind
                       Be every moment stayed!


                       3 Whate'er in me seems wise or good,
                       Or strong I here disclaim:
                       I wash my garments in the blood
                       Of the atoning Lamb.


                       4 Jesus, my strength, my life, my rest,
                       On thee will I depend,
                       Till summoned to the marriage-feast,
                       When faith in sight shall end.

118 C. M

Watts


                       1 I sing th' Almighty power of God,
                       That made the mountains rise,
                       That spread the flowing seas abroad,
                       And built the lefty skies.


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                       2 sing the wisdom that ordain'd
                       The sun to rule the day:
                       The moon shines full at his command
                       And all the stars obey.


                       3 I sing the goodness of the Lord,
                       That fill'd the earth with food:
                       He form'd the creatures with his word,
                       And then pronounced them good.


                       4 Lord, how thy wonders are display'd,
                       Where'er I turn mine eye!
                       If I survey the ground I tread,
                       Or gaze upon the sky.

119 C. M.

Watts.


                       1 This is the day the Lord hath made,
                       He calls the hours his own:
                       Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
                       And praise surround the throne.


                       To-day he rose and left the dead,
                       And Satan's empire fell:
                       To-day the saints his triumphs spread,
                       And all his wonders tell.


                       Hosanna to th' anointed King,
                       To David's holy Son:
                       Help us, O Lord, descend and bring
                       Salvation from thy throne!


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120 7s.

C. Wesley.


                       1 Jesus, Lord, we look to thee,
                       Let us in thy name agree;
                       Show thyself the Prince of peace;
                       Bid our jars for ever cease.


                       2 By thy reconciling love
                       Every stumbling-block remove;
                       Each to each unite, endear;
                       Come, and spread thy banner here.


                       3 Make us of one heart and mind,
                       Courteous, pitiful, and kind;
                       Lowly, meek, in thought and word,
                       Altogether like our Lord.


                       4 Let us for each other care,
                       Each the other's burden bear;
                       To thy Church the pattern give.
                       Show how true believers live.


                       5 Free from anger and from pride,
                       Let us thus in God abide;
                       All the depths of love express,
                       All the heights of holiness.


                       6 Let us, then, with joy remove
                       To the family above;
                       On the wings of angels fly,
                       Show how true believers die.


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121 L. M.

C. Wesley.


                       1 How do thy mercies close me round!
                       For ever be thy name adored;
                       I blush in all things to abound;
                       The servant is above his Lord!


                       2 Inured to poverty and pain,
                       A suffering life my Master led;
                       The Son of God, the Son of man,
                       He had not where to lay his head.


                       3 But lo! a place he hath prepared
                       For me, whom watchful angels keep:
                       Yes, he himself becomes my guard;
                       He smooths my bed, and gives me sleep.


                       Jesus protects; my fears, begone!
                       What can the Rock of ages move!
                       Safe in thy arms I lay me down,
                       Thy everlasting arms of love!


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Doxologies.

122 L. M.

Ken


                       Praise God from whom all blessings flow:
                       Praise him, all creatures here below:
                       Praise him above, ye heavenly host--
                       Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

123 C. M.

Watts


                       Now let the Father, and the Son,
                       And Spirit be adored
                       Where there are works to make him known,
                       Or saints to love the Lord.

124 S. M.

Watts


                       Give to the Father praise,
                       Give glory to the Son;
                       And to the Spirit of his grace
                       Be equal honor done.

125 7s.

C. Wesley.


                       Sing we to our God above
                       Praise eternal as his love:
                       Praise him, all ye heavenly host--
                       Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.



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INDEX

  • Another six days' work is done 6
  • A charge to keep I have 10
  • Approach my soul the mercy seat 20
  • And can I yet delay 30
  • Am I a soldier of the cross 36
  • A little longer here below 81
  • A beautiful land by faith I see 93
  • Around the throne of God in heaven 113
  • Before Jehovah's awful throne 18
  • Beautiful Zion built above 48
  • Beautiful star in heaven so bright 54
  • Come ye that love the Lord 12
  • Children of the Heavenly King 19
  • Come thou Fount of every blessing 22
  • Come ye sinners poor and needy 27
  • Come humble sinner in whose breast 28
  • Come sinners to the gospel feast 34
  • Come ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish 54
  • Come sing to me of heaven 66
  • Come to the Sabbath School 99
  • Come children and join in our festival 101
  • Come let our voices join 106
  • Come let us join our cheerful songs 108
  • Come little soldiers join in our band 112
  • Do not I love thee O my Lord 16
  • Dear friends with joy we meet you here 98
  • Eternal Father, God of grace 115
  • From all that dwell below the sky 11
  • Father I stretch my hands to thee 30
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  • From Greenland's icy mountains
  • For a season called to part
  • Glory be to God on high
  • Gushing so bright in the morning light
  • Holy Bible! book divine
  • Hasten sinner to be wise
  • Hark! the Sabbath bells are ringing
  • How happy is the pilgrim's lot
  • Here we meet to part again
  • How happy are they
  • Happy the children who are gone
  • Hark! the angels singing
  • How pleasant thus to dwell, below
  • How do thy mercies close me round
  • I love the Sabbath School, the place
  • I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger
  • I want to be angel
  • In the Christian's home in glory
  • I have a Father in the promised land
  • I would not live alway
  • I love to steal awhile away
  • I sing th' Almighty power of God
  • Jesus my all to heaven is gone
  • Jesus lover of my soul
  • Jesus I my cross have taken
  • Joyfully, joyfully, onward we move
  • Jesus we cast ourselves on thee
  • Jesus to thee I now can fly
  • Jesus Lord we look to thee
  • Kind words can never die
  • Lord we come before thee now
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  • Lord I cannot let thee go 25
  • Live on the field of battle 80
  • Loving Jesus gentle Lamb 110
  • Lo! what an entertaining sight 119
  • My God the spring of all my joys 9
  • My God, my life, my love 17
  • My days are gliding swiftly by 55
  • My heavenly home is bright and fair 75
  • My God, my portion and my love 111
  • O for a thousand tongues to sing 5
  • O 'tis delight without alloy 11
  • Once more we come before our God 18
  • On Jordan's stormy banks I stand 37
  • Oh do not be discouraged 38
  • Out on an ocean all boundless we ride 59
  • O happy day that fixed my choice 67
  • Our bondage here shall end 71
  • Oh! the Sabbath morning, 77
  • O Jesus my Saviour 82
  • O when shall I see Jesus 83
  • On every sunny mountain 85
  • Of Him who did salvation bring 108
  • Once more before we part 116
  • Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming 62
  • Rock of ages cleft for me 64
  • Show pity Lord, O Lord forgive 31
  • Sinners, turn, why will ye die 34
  • Sweetly the Sabbath bed 39
  • Sister, thou wast mild and lovely 75
  • Sabbath Schools must have their concerts 100
  • Salvation, O the joyful sound 109
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  • Star of Peace to wanderers weary 112
  • The Sunday School army has gathered 8
  • Thanks to God for every blessing 9
  • To-day if you will hear his voice 24
  • The praying Spirit breathe 26
  • The Sunday School that blessed place 40
  • The dearest spot on earth to me 70
  • Together let us sweetly live 73
  • There is a fountain filled with blood 78
  • There is a beautiful world 79
  • 'Tis religion that can give 91
  • Thou who didst with love and blessing 105
  • This is the day the Lord hath made 121
  • Vital spark of heavenly flame 54
  • Welcome sweet day of rest 6
  • When the morning light drives away the 14
  • We are travelling home to heaven above 21
  • When I can read my title clear 35
  • Where'er we meet you always say 41
  • We love to sing together 44
  • Where, O where are the Hebrew children 45
  • Who shall sing if not the children 48
  • Watchman tell us of the night 57
  • When for eternal worlds we steer 60
  • What wondrous love is this 72
  • We are on our journey home 88
  • When shall we meet again 90
  • When marshalled on the nightly plain 95
  • With joy we meet 103
  • While life prolongs its precious light 110
  • When shall we all meet again 116

        

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