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Spiritual Songs Part 1 (1-58)

SPIRITUAL SONGS.

Coloss. i. 19. 7.6.

1—I lay my sins on Jesus,

The spotless Lamb of God;
He bears them all, and frees us

Prom the accursed load.
I bring my guilt to Jesus,

To wash my crimson stains,
White in His blood most precious,

Till* not a spot remains.

2—I lay my wants on Jesus;

All fulness dwells in Him:
He heals all my diseases,

He doth my soul redeem.
I lay my griefs on Jesus,

My burdens and my cares;
He from them all releases,

He all my sorrow shares.

3—I rest my soul on Jesus,

This weary soul of mine;
His right hand me embraces,
I on His breast recline.

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I love the name of Jesus,
Immanuel, Christ, the Lord;

Like fragrance on the breezes
His name abroad is poured.

4—I long to be like Jesus,

Meek, loving, lowly, mild;
I long to be like Jesus,

The Father's holy child.
I long to be with Jesus

Amid the heavenly throng,
To sing with saints His praises,

To learn the angels' song.

H. BONAE.

2 1 Cor. vi. 19, 20. 7's.

1—When this passing world is done,
When has sunk yon glaring sun,
When we stand with Christ in glory,
Looking o'er life's finished story,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know,—
Not till then,—how much I owe.

2—When I hear the wicked call
On the rocks and hills to fall,
When I see them start and shrink,
On the fiery deluge brink,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know,—
Not till then,—how much I owe.

3—When I stand before the throne,
Dress'd in beauty not my own,
When I see Thee as Thou art,
Love Thee with unsinning heart,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know,—
Not till then,—how much I owe.

4—When the praise of heav'n I hear,
Loud as thunders to the ear,
Loud as many waters' noise,
Sweet as harp's melodious voice,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know,—
Not till then,— how much I owe.

5—Chosen not for good in me,
Waken'd up from wrath to flee,
Hidden in the Saviour's side,
By the Spirit sanctified,
Teach me, Lord, on earth to show,
By my love how much I owe.

6—Oft I walk beneath the cloud,

Dark as midnight's gloomy shroud;
But when fear is at the height,
Jesus comes, and all is light.
Blessed Jesus, bid me show
Doubting saints how much I owe.

R. M. M'cheyne. 3 1 Peter v. 7. CM.

1—Lord, it belongs not to my care,
Whether I die or live;
To love and serve Thee is my share,
And this Thy grace must give.

2—If life be long, I will be glad,
That I may long obey;
If short, yet why should I be sad
To soar to endless day?

3—Christ leads me through no darker rooms
Than He went through before;
He that unto God's kingdom comes,
Must enter by His door.

4—Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet
Thy blessed face to see;
For if Thy work on earth be sweet,
What will Thy glory be 1

5—Then shall I end my sad complaints,
And weary sinful days,
And join with the triumphant saints,
Who sing Jehovah's praise.

6—My knowledge of that life is small,
The eye of faith is dim;
But 'tis enough that Christ knows all,
And I shall be with Him.

B. BAXTER.

L John vi. 37. P.M.

1—Just as I am, without one plea,

But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bid'st me come to Thee,—
O Lamb of God, I come!

2—Just as I am,—and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot
To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come!

3—Just as I am,—though toss'd about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
With fears within and wars without—
O Lamb of God, I come!

4—Just as I am,—poor, wretched, blind,—
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need, in Thee to find,—

O Lamb of God, I come!

5—Just as I am,—Thou wilt receive,

Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,—
Because Thy promise I believe,

O Lamb of God, I come!

6—Just as I am,—Thy love unknown Has broken every barrier down,— Now to be thine, yea, thine alone,

O Lamb of God, I come!

5 Isaiah xxvi. 4. S.M.

1—Give to the winds thy fears,
Hope, and be undismay'd;
God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears,
God shall lift up thy head.

2—Through waves, and clouds, and storms,
He gently clears the way;
Wait thou His time ; so shall this night
Soon end in joyous day.

3—Still heavy is thy heart?

Still sink thy spirits down?
Cast off the weight, let fear depart,
And ev'ry care, be gone.

4—What though thou rulest not?

Yet heaven, and earth, and hell,
Proclaim God sitting on the throne,
And ruling all things well.

5—Leave to His sovereign sway
To choose and to command;
So shalt thou, wond'ring, own His way,
How wise, how strong His hand!

6—Far, far above thy thought,
His counsel shall appear,
When fully He the work hath wrought
That caused thy needless fear.

6 Psalm xxxi. 15. S.M.

1—Our times are in Thy hand,

O God, we wish them there;
Our life, our friends, our souls we leave
Entirely to Thy care.

2—Our times are in Thy hand,
Whatever they may be,—
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright,
As best may seem to Thee.

3—Our times are in Thy hand;

Why should we doubt or fear?
A father's hand will never cause
His child a needless tear.

4—Our times are in Thy hand,
Jesus, the crucified;
The hand our many sins have pierced,
Is now our guard and guide.

5—Our times are in Thy hand;
We'll always trust in Thee,
'Till we have left this weary land,
And all Thy glory see.

7 Heb. xii. 2. 7's.

1—When along life's thorny road
Faints the soul beneath the load,
By its cares and sins oppress'd,
Finds on earth no peace or rest,—
When the wily tempter's near,
Filling us with doubts and fear,
Jesus, to Thy feet we flee,
Jesus, we will look to Thee.

2—Thou, our Saviour, from the throne,
List'nest to Thy people's moan;
Thou, the living Head, dost share,
Ev'ry pang Thy members bear.
Full of tenderness Thou art;
Thou wilt heal the broken heart:
Full of power, Thine arm shall quell
All the rage and might of hell.

3—By Thy tears o'er Lazarus shed,
By Thy power to raise the dead,
By Thy meekness under scorn,
By Thy stripes and crown of thorn,
By that rich and precious blood,
That hath made our peace with God,—
Jesus, to Thy feet we flee,
Jesus, we will cling to Thee.

4—Mighty to redeem and save,
Thou hast overcome the grave;
Thou the bars of death hast riven,
Open'd wide the gates of heaven.
Soon in glory Thou shalt come
Taking Thy poor pilgrims home;
Jesus, then we all shall be,
Ever—ever—Lord, with Thee.

8 . 1 Thess. iv. 17. S.M.

1—For ever with the Lord!
Amen, so let it be!
Life from the dead is in that word,'
'Tis immortality.

2—Here in the body pent,

Absent from Him I roam,
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day's march nearer home.

3—My Father's house on high,

Home of my soul, how near
At times to faith's illumin'd eye
Thy golden gates appear!

4—My thirsty spirit faints

To reach the land I love,
The bright inheritance of saints,
Jerusalem above.

5—Yet clouds will intervene,

And all my prospect flies;
Like Noah's dove I flit between
Rough seas and stormy skies.

6—Anon the clouds depart,

The winds and waters cease,
While sweetly o'er my gladden'd heart
Expands the bow of peace.

9 Rom. viii. 1. CM.

1—No condemnation! O my soul,

'Tis God that speaks the word;
Perfect in comeliness art thou,
In Christ thy glorious Lord.

2—In heaven His blood for ever speaks
In God the Father's ear;
His church, the jewels, on His heart
Jesus will ever bear.

3—No condemnation! precious word!
Consider it, my soul;
Thy sins were all on Jesus laid,
His stripes have made thee whole.

4—Teach us, O God, to fix our eyes
On Christ, the spotless Lamb,
So shall we love Thy gracious will,
And glorify Thy name.

10 2 Cor. v. 14', 15. 7.6.

1—O Lord, who now art seated

Above the heavens on high,
The gracious work completed,

For which Thou cam'st to die,
To Thee our hearts are lifted,

While pilgrims wand'ring here,
For Thou alone art gifted

Our ev'ry weight to bear.

2—We know that Thou hast bought us,

And wash'd us in Thy blood:
We know Thy grace has brought us

As kings and priests to God:
We know that soon the morning,

Long look'd for, hasteth near,
When we at Thy returning,

In glory shall appear.

3—O Lord, Thy love's unbounded,

So full, so sweet, so free!
Our thoughts are all confounded,

Whene'er we think on Thee:
For us Thou cam'st from heaven,

For us to bleed and die,
That, purchased and forgiven,

We might ascend on high.

4—O let this love constrain us

To give our hearts to Thee:
Let nothing henceforth pain us,

But that which paineth Thee ;—
Our. joy, our one endeavour,

Through suffering, conflict, shame,
To serve Thee, gracious Saviour,

And magnify Thy name.

11 Isaiah iii. 10. S.M.

1—What cheering words are these!
Their sweetness who can tell %
In time and to eternal days
"'Tis with the righteous well."

2—In ev'ry state secure,

Kept as Jehovah's eye,
'Tis well with them while life endures,
And well when call'd to die.

3—Well when they see His face,
Or sink beneath the flood ;—
Well in affliction's thorny maze,
Or on the mount with God.

4—'Tis well when joys arise,

'Tis well when sorrows flow,
'Tis well when darkness veils the skies,
And strong temptations grow.

5—'Tis well when Jesus calls,
And bids from earth arise,
To join the host of ransom'd souls,
Made to salvation wise.

12 Matt. xiv. 28, 29. P.M.

1—He bids us come; His voice we know,
And boldly on the waters go,

To Him, our Lord and God;
We walk on life's tempestuous sea,
For He who died to set us free,
Hath call'd us by His word.

2—Secure from troubled waves we tread,
Nor all the storms around us heed,

While to our Lord we look;
O'er every fierce temptation bound,
The billows yield a solid ground,

The wave is firm as rock.

3—But if from Him we turn our eye,
And see the raging floods run high,

And feel our fears within,
Our foes so strong, our flesh so frail,
Reason and unbelief prevail,

And sink us into sin.

4—Lord, we our unbelief confess,
Our little spark of faith increase,

That we may doubt no more,
But fix on Thee a steady eye,
And on Thine outstretched arm rely,

Till all the storm is o'er.

13 2 Cor. iv. 16. 7's.

1—Faint not, Christian! though the road
Leading to thy blest abode,
Darksome be, and dangerous too—
Christ, thy guide, will bring thee through.

2—Faint not, Christian! though in rage
Satan would thy soul engage;
Gird on faith's anointed shield,
Bear it to the battle field.

3—Faint not, Christian! though the world
Has its hostile flag unfurl'd;
Hold the cross of Jesus fast,
Thou shalt overcome at last.

4—Faint not, Christian! though within
There's a heart so prone to sin;
Christ the Lord is over all,
He'll not suffer thee to fall.

5—Faint not, Christian! though thy God
Smite thee with His chast'ning rod;
Smite He must, with father's care,
That He may His love declare.

6—Faint not, Christian! Jesu's near;
Soon in glory He'll appear;
And His love will then bestow
Power over every foe.

7—Faint not, Christian! look on high,
See the harpers in the sky;
Patient wait, and thou wilt join—
Chant with them of love divine.

14 Prov. xviii. 10. L.M.

1—Rejoice, ye saints, rejoice and praise
The blessings of redeeming grace;
Jesus, your everlasting tower,
Can shield you from the tempest's power.

2—His love's a refuge ever nigh,

His watchfulness as mountains high,
His name's a rock, which winds above,
And waves below, can neyer move.

3—While all things change, He changes not;
He ne'er forgets, though oft forgot;
His love's unchangeably the same,
And as enduring as His name.

4—Rejoice, ye saints, rejoice and praise
The blessings of this wondrous grace;
Jesus, your everlasting tower,
Can bear unmov'd the tempest's power.

15 John xiv. 1, 2. P.M.

1—Away with our sorrow and fear!

We soon shall have enter'd our home;
The city of saints shall appear,

The day of eternity come;
From earth we shall quickly remove,

To dwell in our native abode,
In mansions of glory above,

Prepar'd by our Father and God.

2—Ah! who upon earth can conceive

The bliss that in heaven they'll share?
And who this dark world would not leave,

And cheerfully seek to be there ?—
Where Christ is the light and the sun,

And we by reflection shall shine,
With Him everlastingly one,

And bright in effulgence divine.

3—'Tis good at Thy word to be here, 'Tis better in Thee to be gone, And see Thee in glory appear,

And rise to a share in Thy throne:

All tears will be wiped from our eyes,

When Thee we behold in the cloud,

And echo the joys of the skies,

And shout to the trumpet of God.

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16 1 Cor. xv. 10. CM.

1—All that I was, my sin, my guilt,
My death, was all my own:
All that I am I owe to Thee,
My gracious God alone.

2—The evil of my former state
Was mine, and only mine;
The good in which I now rejoice
Is Thine, and only Thine.

3—The darkness of my former state,
The bondage,—all was mine;
The light of life in which I walk,
The liberty is Thine.

4—Thy grace first made me feel my sin,
And taught me to believe;
Then, in believing, peace I found,
And now I live, I live.

5—All that I am, e'en here on earth,
All that I hope to be,
When Jesus comes and glory dawns,
I owe it, Lord, to Thee.

H. BONAR.

17 1 Peter ii. 7. CM.

1—"We'll sing of Christ, no matter who
Should disapprove the theme:
When He is precious to our view,
We can't but sing of Him.

2—And He is precious in the sight
Of all who know His voice:
'Twas He who brought them to the light,
And taught them to rejoice.

3—'Tis he who cheers them by His smile,
And guards them by His power;
Who keeps them safe from force and guile,
In every trying hour.

4—'Tis He who will conduct them home,
Beyond the reach of ill,
Where all the ransom'd people come,
Where saints for ever dwell.

5—Then let His people make their boast
Of Him, and Him alone,
Who came from heaven to save the lost:—
The praise be His alone!

18 Isaiah xlii. 16. 7's.

1—When we cannot see our way,
Let us trust and still obey;
He who bids us forward go,
Cannot fail the way to show.

2—Though the sea be deep and wide,
Though a passage seem denied,
Fearless let us still proceed,
Since the Lord vouchsafes to lead.

3—Though it seems the gloom of night,
Though we see no ray of light,
Since the Lord Himself is there,
'Tis not meet that we should fear.

4—Night with Him is never night,
Where He is, there all is light;
When He calls us, why delay?
They are happy who obey.

5—Be it our's then, while we're here,
Him to follow without fear,
Where He calls us, there to go,
What He bids us, that to do.

la Heb. x. 37. L.M.

1—"A little while !"—Our Lord shall come,
And we shall wander here no more;
He'll take us to our Father's home,
Where He for us has gone before.

2—"A little while !"—He'll come again;
Let us the precious hours redeem;
Our only grief to give Him pain,
Our joy to serve and follow Him.

3—"A little while !"—'Twill soon be past;
Why should we shun the promised cross?
O let us in His footsteps haste,
Counting for Him all else but loss.

4—"A little while !"—Come, Saviour, come!
For Thee Thy bride has tarried long;
Take Thy poor wearied pilgrims home,
To sing the new eternal song.

20 Matt, xviii. 20. 8,7,4.

1—In Thy name, O Lord, assembling,
We, Thy people, now draw near;
Teach us to rejoice with trembling;
Speak, and let Thy servants hear,

Hear with meekness,
Hear Thy word with godly fear.

2—While our days on earth are lengthen'd,
May we give them, Lord, to Thee;
Cheer'd by hope, and daily strengthen'd,
May we run, nor weary be,

'Till Thy glory
Without clouds in heaven we see.

3—Then in worship, purer, sweeter,
Thee Thy people shall adore,
Tasting of enjoyment greater

Far than thought conceived before,

Full enjoyment,
Full, unmix'd, and evermore.

21 2 Peter iii. 12. P.M.

1—O haste away, my brethren dear,
And come to Canaan's shore;
We'll meet and sing for ever there,
When all our toils are o'er.

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 there sing hallelujah
With the friends that have gone before.

2—How sweet to hear the hallowed theme
That saints shall ever sing,
To hear their voices all proclaim,
"Salvation to the King."

O that will be, etc.

3—Around His throne all cloth'd in white,
Will all His saints appear,
And shining in His glory bright,
Will see our Saviour there.

O that will be, etc.

4—Through heaven the shouts of angels ring
When sons to God are born;
O what a company will sing
On the millennial morn!

O that will be, etc.

5—Through one eternal day we'll sing,
And bless His sacred name,
With hallelujah to the King,
And, "Worthy is the Lamb."

0 that will be, etc,

22 Rev. xxii. 20. P.M.

1—The church has waited long

Her absent Lord to see;
And still in loneliness she waits,

A friendless stranger she.
Age after age has gone,

Sun after sun has set,
And still in weeds of widowhood

She weeps a mourner yet.

Come, then, Lord Jesus, come!

2—Saint after saint on earth

Has liv'd, and lov'd, and died;
And as they left us one by one,

We laid them side by side;
We laid them down to sleep,

But not in hope forlorn;
We laid them but to ripen there,

"Till the last glorious morn.

Come, then, Lord Jesus, come!

3—The serpent's brood increase,

The powers of hell grow bold,
The conflict thickens, faith is low,

And love is waxing cold.
How long, O Lord our God,

Holy and true and good,
Wilt Thou not judge Thy suffering church,

Her sighs and tears and blood?

Come, then, Lord Jesus, come!

4—We long to hear Thy voice,
To see Thee face to face,
To share Thy crown and glory then,
As now we share Thy grace.

Should not the loving Bride
The absent Bridegroom mourn?

Should she not wear the weeds of grief
Until her Lord return?

Come, then, Lord Jesus, come?

5—The whole creation groans,

And waits to hear that voice
Which shall restore her comeliness,

And make her wastes rejoice.
Come, Lord, and wipe away

The curse, the sin, the stain,
And make this blighted world of ours

Thine own fair world again.

Come, then, Lord Jesus, come!

H. BONAR.

23 Cant. viii. 5. P.M.

1—O Holy Saviour! Friend unseen!

Since on Thine arm Thou bid'st us lean,
Help us throughout life's changing scene
By faith to cling to Thee!

2—Bless'd with this fellowship divine,
Take what Thou wilt, we'll not repine:
For, as the branches to the vine,
We only cling to Thee!

3—Though far from home, fatigued, opprest,
Here we have found a place of rest,
As exiles still, yet not unblest,
Because we cling to Thee!

4—What though the world deceitful prove,
And earthly friends and hopes remove?
With patient uncomplaining love
Still can we cling to Thee!

5—Though oft we seem to tread alone

Life's dreary waste with thorns o'ergrown,
Thy voice of love in gentlest tone,
Whispers, "Stil l cling to Me!"

6—Though faith and hope are often tried,
We ask not, need not, aught beside,
So safe, so calm, so satisfied,

The souls that cling to Thee!

7—They fear not Satan, nor the grave;
They know Thee near, and strong to save;
With Thee all danger they can brave,
Because they cling to Thee!

8—Bless'd is our lot whate'er befall;
Who can affright, or who appal ?—
Since as our strength, our rock, our all,
Jesus, we cling to Thee?

24 Galat. vi. 14. CM.

1—Let worldly minds the world pursue;
What are its charms to me?
Once I admired its trifles too,
But grace has set me free.

2—Its pleasures now no longer please,
No more content afford;
Far from my heart be joys like these,
Now I have seen the Lord.

3—As by the light of opening day,
The stars are all conceal'd,
So earthly pleasures fade away,
When Jesus is reveal'd.

4—Creatures, no more divide my choice;
I bid you all depart;
His name, and love, and gracious word,
Have fixed my roving heart.

25 Galat. iii. 13. CM.

1—Blessed be God, for ever blest,
And glorious be His name!
His Son He gave, our souls to save
From everlasting shame.

2—Had I worn sackcloth, and in dust
Cast myself 'humbly down,
Cover'd my miserable head
With ashes for a crown :—

3—This could not save me from the curse,
Nor end the endless pain,
Nor quench the fire, nor ease the heart,
Nor wipe away one stain.

4—Th' eternal Life His life laid down,—
Such was the wondrous plan,—
And God, the blessed God, was made
A curse for cursed man.

5—Our flesh He took, our sins He bore,
Himself for us He gave;
His woes were ours, and we with Him
Were buried in one grave.

6—With Him we rose, with Him we live,
With Him we sit above;
With Him for ever we shall share
The Father's boundless love.

7—Bless, then, Jehovah's blessed name,
And bless our blessed King;
And songs of glad deliverance
For ever, ever sing!

26 Matt. xi. 28. D.C.M

1—I heard the voice of Jesus say,

"Come unto me and rest;
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down

Thy head upon My breast."
I came to Jesus as I was,

Weary, and worn, and sad,
I found in Him a resting place,

And He has made me glad.

2—I heard the voice of Jesus say,

"Behold, I freely give
The living water ;—thirsty one,

Stoop down and drink and live."
I came to Jesus, and I drank

Of that life-giving stream,
My thirst was quench'd, my soul reviv'd,

And now I live in Him.

3—I heard the voice of Jesus say,

"I am this dark world's light;
Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise,

And all thy day be bright."
I look'd to Jesus, and I found

In Him my Star, my Sun;
And in that light of life I'll walk,

'Till travelling days are done.

H. BONAR.

27 Ephes. v. 30. CM.

1—Lord Jesus, are we one with Thee?
O height, O depth of love!
With Thee we died upon the tree,
In Thee we live above.

2—Such was Thy grace, that for our sake
Thou did'st from heaven come down,
Our mortal flesh and blood partake,
In all our misery one.

3—Our sins, our guilt, in love divine,
Were borne on earth by Thee;
The gall, the curse, the wrath, were Thine,
To set Thy members free.

4—Ascended now in glory bright,
Still one with us Thou art,
Nor life, nor death, nor depth, nor height,
Thy saints and Thee can part.

5—Soon, soon shall come that glorious day,
When, seated on Thy throne,
Thou shalt to wond'ring worlds display
That Thou with us art one.

28 Prov. xiv. 32. 7.6.

1—Ah! I shall soon be dying,

Time swiftly glides away;
But, on my Lord relying,

I hail the happy day,
The day when I shall enter

Upon a world unknown ;—
My helpless soul I'll venture

On Jesus Christ alone.

2—He once, a spotless victim,

Upon Mount Calvary bled,
Jehovah did afflict Him,

And bruise Him in my stead:
Hence all my hope arises,

Unworthy as I am;
My soul most surely prizes

The sin-atoning Lamb.

3—Soon with the saints in glory

The grateful song I'll raise;
And chant my blissful story

In high seraphic lays.
Free grace, redeeming merit,

And sanctifying love,
Of Father, Son, and Spirit,

I'll sing in realms above.

89 Philip, i. 21. P.M.

1—Rejoice for a brother deceas'd:

Our loss is his infinite gain;
A soul out of prison releas'd,

And freed from its bodily chain:
With songs let us follow his flight,

And mount with his spirit above,
Escap'd to the mansions of light,

And lodg'd in the Eden of love.

2—Our brother the haven hath gain'd,

Out-flying the tempest and wind;
His rest he hath sooner obtain'd

And left his companions behind,
Still toss'd on a sea of distress,

Hard toiling to make the blest shore,
Where all is assurance and peace,

And sorrow and sin are no more.

3—There all the ship's company meet,

Who sail'd with the Saviour beneath; With shouting each other they greet,

And triumph o'er trouble and death;
The voyage of life's at an end,

Their mortal affliction is past;
The age that in heaven they spend,

For ever and ever shall last,

C. WESLEY.

30 Rev. xiv. 13. P.&.

1—How blest is our sister, bereft

Of all that could burden her mind!
How easy the soul that has left

This wearisome body behind!
This earth is affected no more

With sickness, or shaken with pain:
The war in the members is o'er,

And never shall vex her again.

2—This languishing head is at rest,

Its thinking and aching are o'er;
This quiet immoveable breast

Is heaved by affliction no more :.
This heart is no longer the seat

Of trouble and torturing pain;
It ceases to flutter and beat,

It never shall flutter again.

3—The eyes she so seldom could close,

By suff'ring forbidden to sleep,
Seal'd up in their mortal repose,

Have strangely forgotten to weep:
She is dwelling with Jesus in light,

Where sickness and death are unknown,
Faith and hope are at last chang'd for sight,

And her cross is laid down for a crown.

C. WESLEY.

31 Mom. viii. 31. 7.6.

1—Is God for me? what is it

That man can do to me ?—
Oft as my God I visit,

All woes give way and flee.
If God be my salvation,

My refuge in distress,
What earthly tribulation

Can shake my inward peace?

2—The ground of my profession

Is Jesus and His blood;
He gives me the possession

Of everlasting good.
In me and in my doing

Is nothing on this earth;
What Jesus is bestowing

Alone is truly worth.

3—For me there is provided

A city fair and new;
To it I shall be guided,—

Jerusalem the true!
My portion there is lying,

A destined Canaan-lot;
Though I am daily dying,

My Canaan withers not.

4—My heart within me leapeth,

And cannot down be cast;
In sunshine bright it keepeth

A never-ending feast.
The sun which smiling lights me,

Is Jesus Christ alone;
And what to sing invites me,

Is heaven on earth begun.

32 2 Kings iv. 23. P.M.

1—Through the love of God our Saviour,

All will be well;
Free and changeless is His favour;

All, all is well.
Precious is the blood that heal'd us;
Perfect is the grace that seal'd us;
Strong the hand stretch'd out to shield us ;—

All must be well!

2—Though we pass through tribulation,

All will be well;
Our's is such a full salvation,

All, all is well.
Happy, still to God confiding;
Fruitful, if in Christ abiding;
Holy, through the Spirit's guiding,

All must be well!

3—We expect a bright to-morrow,—

All will be well;
Faith can sing through days of sorrow,

All, all is well.
On our Father's love relying,
Jesus ev'ry need supplying,
Or in living or in dying,

All must be well!

33 Matt. xiv. 27. CM,

1—When waves of sorrow round me swell,
My soul is not dismay'd;
I hear a voice I know full well!
"'Tis I, be not afraid."

2—When black the threat'ning clouds appear,
And storms my path invade,
That voice shall tranquilize each fear,
"'Tis. I, be not afraid/'.

3—There is a gulf that must be cross'd,—
Saviour! be near to aid;
■ Whisper, when my frail bark is toss'd,
"'Tis I, be not afraid."

4—There is a dark and fearful vale
Death hides within its shade;
O say, when flesh and heart shall fail.
"'Tis I, be not afraid."

34 John xvii. 24. L.M.

1—Let me be with Thee where Thou art,
My Saviour, my eternal rest;
Then only will this longing heart
Be fully and for ever blest.

2—Let me be with Thee where Thou art,
Thine unveil'd glory to behold;
Then only will this wandering heart
Cease to be false to Thee and cold.

3—Let me be with Thee where Thou art,
Where spotless saints Thy name adore;
Then only will this sinful heart
Be evil and defiled no more.

4—Let me be with Thee where Thou art,
Where none can die, where none remove;
There neither death nor life will part
Me from Thy presence and Thy love.

35 Matt. xxvi. 42. P.M.

1—My God, my Father, while I stray,
Far from my home, on life's rough way,

O teach me from my heart to say,

"Thy will be done."

2—If Thou should'st call me to resign

What most I prize,—it ne'er was mine ;—

1 only yield Thee what was Thine ;—

"Thy will be done."

3—Should pining sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,
My Father still I'll strive to say,
"Thy will be done."

4—If but my fainting heart be blest
With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest,
My God, to Thee I'll leave the rest,—
"Thy will be done."

5—Renew my will from day to day,
Blend it with Thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,
"Thy will be done."

6—Then, when on earth I breathe no more
The prayer oft mix'd with tears before,
I'll sing upon a happier shore,

"Thy will be done."

36 Bom. viii. 28. CM.

1—When I by faith the Saviour's death
Behold, and know Him mine,
Sweetly my rising hours advance,
And peacefully decline.

2—I cannot doubt His bounteous love,
So full, so free, so kind;
To His unerring, gracious will
Be every wish resign'd.

3—Good when He gives, supremely good,
Nor less when He denies;
Afflictions from His gracious hand
Are blessings in disguise.

4—Inscrib'd in Thy fair book of life,
O may I read my name!
There let it fill some humble place,
Midst those around the Lamb.

37 Rev. v. 12. P.M.

1—Glory to God on high I
Let heaven and earth reply;

Praise ye His name!
His love and grace adore,
Who all our sorrows bore;
Sing aloud evermore,

"Worthy the Lamb!"

2—Jesus, our Lord and God,
Bore sin's tremendous load;

Praise ye His name!
Tell what His arm hath done,
What spoils from death He won;
Sing His great name alone;

"Worthy the Lamb!"

3—Join, all ye ransom'd race,
Our Lord and God to bless;

Praise ye His name!
In Him we will rejoice,
And make a cheerful noise,
Shouting with heart and voice,

"Worthy the Lamb!"

4—What though we change our place, Yet we shall never cease

Praising His name:
To Him our songs we bring,
Hail Him our gracious King,
And without ceasing sing,

"Worthy the Lamb!"

5—Let all the hosts above
Join in one song of love,
Praising His name:
To Him ascribed be
Honour and majesty,
Through all eternity :—

"Worthy the Lamb!"

38 Psalm cxxxiv. 1. S.M.

1—Stand up, and bless the Lord,
Ye people of His choice;
Stand up, and bless the Lord your God
With heart, and soul, and voice.

2—Though high above all praise,
Above all blessing high,
Who would not fear His holy name,
And laud and magnify?

3—O for the living flame,

From his own altar brought,
To touch our lips, our minds inspire,
And wing to heaven our thought!

4—God is our strength and song,
And His salvation ours;
Then be His love in Christ proclaim'd,
With, all our ransom'd powers.

5—Stand up, and bless the Lord,
The Lord your God adore;
Stand up, and bless His glorious name,
Henceforth for evermore.

MONTGOMERY.

39 Luke xxi. 28. CM.

1—Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes,
And lift your voices high;
Extol the sovereign love that shows
Our full redemption nigh.

2—Fast on the wings of time it flies,
Its coming nought can stay:
It speeds with each revolving year,
With each declining day.

3—Not many years their rounds shall run,
Not many mornings rise,
Ere all its glories stand reveal'd
To our admiring eyes.

4—Then let the wheels of nature roll
Yet onward to decay:
We long to hail the rising sun,
That brings th' eternal day.

DODDRIDGE.

40 1 Johniv. 19. D.C.M.

1—We love Thee, Lord, because when we

Had erred and gone astray,
Thou didst recall our wand'ring souls

Into the homeward way;
When helpless, hopeless, we were lost

In sin and sorrow's night,
Thou didst send forth a guiding ray

Of Thy benignant light:—

2—Because when we forsook Thy ways,

Nor kept Thy holy will,
Thou wert not an avenging Judge,

But a gracious Father still;
Because we have forgot Thee, Lord,

But Thou hast not forgot,—
Because we have forsaken Thee,

But Thou forsakest not:—

3—Because, O Lord, Thou lovedst us

With everlasting love;
Because Thou gav'st Thy Son to die,

That we might live above;
Because when we were heirs of wrath,

Thou gav'st the hopes of heaven;
We love because we much have sinn'd,

And much have been forgiven.

41 1 John ii. 1. P.M.

1—O Thou, the contrite sinner's Friend, Who loving, lov'st them to the end, On this alone my hopes depend,

That Thou wilt plead for me.

2—When, weary in the Christian race,
Far off appears my resting place,
And, fainting, I mistrust Thy grace,
Then, Saviour, plead for me.

3—When I have err'd and gone astray,
Afar from Thine and wisdom's way,
And see no glimm'ring, guiding ray,
Still, Saviour, plead for me.

4—When Satan, by my sins made bold,
Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold,
Then with Thy pitying arms enfold,
And plead, O plead for me.

5—And when my dying hour draws near,
Darken'd with conflict, pain, and fear,
Then to my fainting sight appear,
Pleading in heav'n for me.

6—When the full light of heav'nly day
Reveals my sins in dread array,
Say Thou hast wash'd them all away,—
O say Thou plead'st for me.

WESLEY.

42 Rom. v. 1. P.M.

1—I thought upon my sins, and I was sad,

My soul was troubled sore and fill'd with
pain;
But then I thought on Jesus, and was glad,
My heavy grief was turned to joy again.

2—I thought upon the law, the fiery law,

Holy, and just, and good in its decree; I look'd to Jesus, and in Him I saw

That law fulfilled, its curse endured for me.

3—I thought I saw an angry, frowning God,

Sitting as Judge upon the great white throne; My soul was overwhelm'd, — then Jesus shew'd His gracious face, and all my dread was gone.

4—I saw my sad estate, condemn'd to die;

Then terror seiz'd my heart, and dark des-
pair;
But when to Calvary I turned my eye,
I saw the cross, and read forgiveness there.

5—I saw that I was lost, far gone astray,

No hope of safe return there seem'd to be;
But then I heard that Jesus was the way,
A new and living way prepar'd for me.

6—Then in that way, so free, so safe, so sure,
Sprinkl'd all o'er with reconciling blood,
Will I abide, and never wander more,
"Walking along in fellowship with God.

H. BONAR.

43 Isaiah xliv. 22. S.M.

1—My sins are blotted out,

Since Jesus died for me;
My times are in a Father's hand,
My steps in His decree.

2—Jesus in heaven appears,
For me to intercede;
And countless benefits proclaim,
"The Lord is ris'n indeed."

3—A little child is free

From carefulness and guile,
Rests in a mother's guardian love,
And waits a Father's smile.

4—Father of spirits, hear;

Make me this little child,
May I delight myself in Thee,
By no mistrust defil'd.

44 Rev. xxii. 17—20. S.M.

1—The Spirit in our hearts

Is whispering, Sinner, Come!
The bride, the Church of Christ, proclaims
To all His children, Come!

2—Let him that heareth, say
To all about him, Come!
Let him that thirsts for righteousness,
To Christ, the fountain, Come!

3—Yes! whosoever will,

O let him freely Come,
And freely drink the stream of life;
'Tis Jesus bids him Come.

4—Lo ! Jesus, who invites,

Declares, "I quickly come ;"
Lord, even so! I wait Thy hour:
Jesus, my Saviour, Come!

45 2 Peter i. 19. CM.

1—Hope of our hearts, O Lord, appear,
Thou glorious star of day!
Shine forth, and chase the dreary night
With all our tears away.

2—Strangers on earth, we wait for Thee;
O leave the Father's throne;
Come with a shout of victory, Lord,
And claim us as Thine own.

3—O bid the bright archangel now
The trump of God prepare,
To call Thy saints—the quick, the dead,
To meet Thee in the air.

4—No resting-place we seek on earth,
No loveliness we see;
Our eye is on the royal crown,
Prepar'd for us and Thee.

5—But, dearest Lord, however bright
That crown of joy above,
What is it to the brighter hope
Of dwelling in Thy love?

6—What to the joy, the deeper joy,
Unmingled, pure, and free,
Of union with our living Head,
Of fellowship with Thee?

7—This joy e'en now on earth is our's,
But only, Lord, above
Our heart without a pang shall know
The fulness of Thy love.

8—There, near Thy heart, upon the throne,
Thy ransom'd bride shall see,
What grace was in the bleeding Lamb,
Who died to make her free.

46 Acts ii. 2. CM.

1—Spirit, divine! attend our prayer,
And make this house Thy home;
Descend with all Thy gracious power,
O come, great Spirit, come!

2—Come as the light,—to us reveal
Our emptiness and woe;
And lead us in those paths of life,
Where all the righteous go.

3—Come as the fire,—and purge our hearts
Like sacrificial flame;
Let our whole souls an offering be
To our Redeemer's name.

4—Come as the dew,—and sweetly bless
This consecrated hour;
May barren minds be taught to own
Thy fertilizing power.

5—Come as the dove,—and spread Thy wings,
The wings of peaceful love;
And let the Church on earth become
Blest as the Church above.

47 1 Cor. iii. 22. CM.

1—If God is mine, then present things,
And things to come are mine;
Yea, Christ, His Word, and Spirit too,
And glory all divine.

2—If He is mine, then from His love
He every trouble sends;
All things are working for my good,
And bliss His rod attends.

3—If He is mine, I need not fear
The rage of earth and hell;
He will support my feeble power,
And every foe repel.

4—If He is mine, let friends forsake,
Let wealth and honour flee,—
Sure He who giveth me Himself,
Is more than these to me.

5—If He is mine, I'll boldly pass

Through death's dark, gloomy vale;
He is a solid comfort, when
All other comforts fail.

6—O tell me, Lord, that Thou art mine;
What can I wish beside?
My soul shall at the fountain live,
When all the streams are dried.

48 Rev. v. 9. CM.

1—Sing we the song of those who stand
Around th' eternal throne,
Of ev'ry kindred, clime, and land,

A multitude unknown.

2—Life's poor distinctions vanish here ;—
To-day the young, the old,
Our Saviour and His flock appear,
One Shepherd and one fold.

3—Toil, trial, suffering, still await
On earth the pilgrim throng;
Yet learn we in our low estate
The Church triumphant's song.

4—" Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain!"
Cry the redeem'd above,
Blessing and honour to obtain,
And everlasting love.

5—" Worthy the Lamb !" on earth we sing,
Who diedour souls to save;
Henceforth, O death, where is Thy sting?
Thy victory, O grave?

6—Then hallelujah! power and praise
To God in Christ be given;
May all who now this anthem raise,
Renew the strain in heaven!

MONTGOMERY.

49 Rev. xiv. 4. CM.

1—A pilgrim through this lonely world,
The blessed Saviour pass'd;
A mourner all His life was He,
A dying Lamb at last.

2—That tender heart that felt for all,
For all its life-blood gave;
It found on earth no resting-place,
Save only in the grave.

3—Such was our Lord ;—and shall we fear
The cross with all its scorn?
Or love a faithless, evil world,

That wreath'd His brow with thorn?

4—No! facing all its frowns or smiles,
Like Him obedient still,
We homeward press through storm or calm,
To Zion's blessed hill.

50 Luke xxii. 42. CM.

1—One prayer I have,—all prayers in one,
When I am wholly Thine,
Thy will, my God, Thy will be done,
And let that will be mine!

2—All-wise, Almighty, and All-good,
In Thee I firmly trust;
Thy ways, unknown or understood,
Are merciful and just.

3—May I remember, that to Thee
Whate'er I have I owe;
And back in gratitude from me
May all thy bounties flow.

4—Thy gifts are only then enjoyed,
When used as talents lent;
Those talents only well employed,
When in Thy service spent.

5—And though Thy wisdom takes away,
Shall I arraign Thy will?
No! let me bless Thy name and say,
"The Lord is gracious still."

6—A pilgrim through the earth I roam,
Of nothing long possess'd;
And all must fail when I go home,
For this is not my rest.

7—Write but my name upon the roll
Of Thy redeem'd above;
Then, heart and mind and strength and soul,
I'll love Thee for Thy love.

61 1 Peter ii. 25. S.M.

1—I was a wand'ring sheep,
I did not love the fold;
I did not love my Shepherd's voice,
I would not be controll'd.

2—I was a wayward child,

I did not love my home;
I did not love my Father's voice,
I lov'd afar to roam.

3—The Shepherd sought His sheep,
The Father sought His child ;—
They follow'd me o'er vale and hill,
O'er desert, waste, and wild.

4—They found me nigh to death,

Famish'd, and faint, and lone;
They bound me with the bands of love,
They sav'd the wand'ring one.

5—They wash'd my filth away,

They made me clean and fair;
They brought me to my home in peace,—
The long-sought wanderer.

6—Jesus my Shepherd is ;—

'Twas He that lov'd my soul,
'Twas He that wash'd me in His blood,
'Twas He that made me whole.

7—'Twas He that sought the lost,

That found the wand'ring sheep,
'Twas He that brought me to the fold,
'Tis He that still doth keep.

8—I was a wand'ring sheep,

I would not be controll'd:
But now I love my Shepherd's voice,—
I love, I love the fold!

9—I was a wayward child,

I once preferr'd to roam;
But now I love my Father's voice,—
I love, I love His home!

H. BONAR.

52 Luke xxii. 32. 7.7.4.

1—Thou, who didst for Peter's faith
Kindly condescend to pray,
Thou, whose loving-kindness hath
Kept me to the present day,

Kind Conductor,
Still direct my devious way!

2—When a tempting world in view
Gains upon my yielding heart,
When its pleasures I pursue,
Then one look of pity dart,—

Teach me pleasures
Which the world can ne'er impart.

3—When I listen to Thy word,

In Thy temple cold and dead;
When I cannot see Thee, Lord,
All faith's little day-light fled —

Sun of glory,
Beam again around my head.'

4—When Thy statutes I forsake,
When my graces dimly shine;
When my covenant I break,
Jesus, then remember Thine,
Check my wanderings,
By a look of love divine.

5—When Thy heavenly dew distils,

And my views, O Lord, are clear,
Clear and bright from Zion's hills,—
Temper joy with holy fear,—

Keep me watchful,
Safe alone when Thou art near.

6—When afflictions cloud my sky,

When the tide of sorrow flows,
When Thy rod is lifted high,
Let me on Thy love repose,—
Stay the rough wind,
When Thy chilling east wind blows.

7—When the vale of death appears,
Faint and cold this mortal clay,
Kind Forerunner, soothe my fears,
Light me through the darksome way—

Break the shadows,
Usher in eternal day.

J. TAYLOR.

53 Psalm cxxi. 1. CM.

1—Welcome, days of solemn meeting!

Welcome, days of praise and prayer!
Far from earthly scenes retreating,
In your blessings we would share,—

Sacred seasons,
In your blessings we would share.

2—Be Thou near us, blessed Saviour,
Still at morn and eve the same;
Give us faith that cannot waver,
Kindle in us heaven's own flame,—

Blessed Saviour,
Kindle in us heaven's own flame.

3—When the fervent prayer is glowing,
Holy Spirit, hear that prayer;
When the song of praise is flowing,
Let that song Thine impress bear,—

Holy Spirit,
Let that song Thine impress bear.

64 Rev. v. 6. CM.

1—Earth has engross'd my love too long,
'Tis time I lift mine eyes
Upwards, dear Father, to Thy throne,
And to my native skies.

2—There the blest man, my Saviour, sits,
The God! how bright He shines!
And scatters infinite delights
On countless happy minds.

3—Seraphs with elevated strains
Compass the throne around,
And move and charm the starry plains
With an immortal sound.

4—Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs;
Jesus, my God, they sing!
Jesus, the life of both our joys,
Sounds sweet from ev'ry string.

5—Now let me mount and join their song,
And be an angel too:
My heart, my ear, my hand, my tongue,
Here's joyful work for you.

6—I would begin the music here,
And so my soul should rise:
O for some heav'nly notes to bear
My praises to the skies!

7—There ye that love my Saviour sit,
There I would fain have place,
Among your thrones, or at your feet,
So I might see His face.

& WATTS.

55 Psalm cxlviii. 14. P.M.

1—Nearer, my God, to Thee!

Nearer to Thee!
E'en though it be a cross

That raiseth me,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee!

2—Though like a wanderer,

The sun gone down,

Darkness comes over me,
My rest a stone,

Yet in my dreams I'd be

Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

3—There let my way appear

Steps unto heav'n,
All that Thou sendest me

In mercy given,
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee!

4—Then with my waking thoughts
Bright with Thy praise,

Out of my stony griefs
Bethel I'll raise;

So by my woes to be

Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

5—And when on joyful wing,

Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,

Upward I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee!

56 Psalm xxiii. 4. CM.

1—There is an hour when I must part
With all I hold most dear;
And life, with its best hopes, will then
As nothingness appear.

2—There is an hour when I must sink
Beneath the stroke of death;
And yield to Him who gave it first,
My struggling vital breath.

3—There is an hour when I must stand
Before the judgment seat;
And all my sins, and all my foes,
In awful vision meet.

4—There is an hour when I must look
On one eternity;
And nameless woe, or blissful life,
My endless portion be.

5—O Saviour, then, in all my need,
Be near, be near to me;
And let my soul, by steadfast faith,
Find life and heaven in Thee.

67 Acts xxi. 13. P.M.

1—When the spark of life is waning,

Weep not for me:
When the languid eye is straining,

Weep not for me.
When the feeble pulse is ceasing,
Start not at its swift decreasing,
'Tis the fetter'd soul's releasing ;—

Weep not for me!

2—When the pangs of death assail me,

Weep not for me:
Christ is mine,—He cannot fail me,—

Weep not for me.
Yes! though sin and doubt endeavour
From His love my soul to sever,
Jesus is my strength for ever ;—

Weep not for me!

58 2 Tim. iv. 6. P.M.

1—I'm going to leave all my sadness,

I'm going to change earth for heaven,
There, there all is peace, all is gladness,

There pureness and glory are given.
Friends, weep not in sorrow of spirit,

But joy that my time here is o'er;
I go the good part to inherit,

Where sorrow and sin are no more.

2—The shadows of evening are fleeing,

Morn breaks on the city of light;
This moment day starts into being,

Eternity bursts on my sight.
The first-born redeem'd from all trouble,

(The Lamb that was slain in the throng)
Their ardour in praising redouble :—

Breaks not on the ear the new song?

3—I'm going to tell their glad story,

To share in their transports of praise;
I'm going, in garments of glory,

My voice to unite with their lays.
Ye fetters corrupted, then leave me;

Thou body of sin, droop and die;
Pains of earth, cease ye ever to grieve me,

From you 'tis for ever I fly.