2 Near the cross, a trembling soul, Love and mercy found me; There the bright and morning star Shed its beams around me.

3 Near the cross, O Lamb of God, Bring its scenes before me; Help me walk from day to day, With its shadows o'er me.

4 Near the cross I'll watch and wait, Hoping, trusting ever, Till I reach the golden strand, Just beyond the river.

Fanny J. Crosby.

137 Saw Ye My Savior? P.M.

Christ's Crucifixion.

Saw ye my Savior, saw ye my Savior, Saw ye my Savior and God? Oh! he died on Calvary, To atone for you and me, And to purchase our pardon with blood.

2 He was extended, he was extended, Painfully nailed to the cross; Here he bowed his head and died; Thus my Lord was crucified, To atone for a world that was lost.

3 Hail, mighty Savior! hail, mighty Savior! Prince, and the Author of peace! Oh! he burst the bars of death, And, triumphant from the earth, He ascended to mansions of bliss.

4 There interceding, there interceding, Pleading that sinners may live; Crying, "Father, I have died; Oh, behold my hands and side! Oh, forgive them! I pray thee, forgive!"

5 "I will forgive them, I will forgive them When they repent and believe; Let them now return to thee, And be reconciled to me, And salvation they all shall receive."

138 Baca. L.M.

Pardon Through the Sufferings of Christ. (264)

Deep in our hearts let us record The deeper sorrows of our Lord; Behold the rising billows roll, To overwhelm his holy soul.

2 Yet, gracious God, thy power and love Have made the curse a blessing prove; Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son Atoned for sins that we have done.

3 The pangs of our expiring Lord The honors of thy law restored; His sorrows made thy justice known. And paid for follies not his own.

4 Oh, for his sake our guilt forgive, And let the mourning sinner live; The Lord will hear us in his name, Nor shall our hope be turned to shame.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

139 Baca. L.M.

Peace and Safety at the Cross. (265)

Beneath thy cross I lay me down, And mourn to see thy bloody crown; Love drops in blood from every vein; Love is the spring of all thy pain.

2 Here, Jesus, will I ever stay, And spend my longing hours away; Think on thy bleeding wounds and pain, And contemplate thy woes again.

3 Oh, unmolested, happy rest! Where inward fears are all suppressed; Here I shall love, and live secure, And patiently my cross endure.

Wm. Williams.

140 Baca. L.M.

Thanks to Jesus for His Love. (270)

O love! who gav'st thy life for me, And won an everlasting good Through thy sore anguish on the tree, I ever think upon thy blood!

2 O Love! who unto death hast grieved For this cold heart, unworthy thine, Whom the cold grave and death received, I thank thee for that grief divine.

3 I give thee thanks that thou didst die To win eternal life for me, To bring salvation from on high: Oh, draw me up through love to thee!

From the German. Author unknown.

141 Woodstock. C.M.

Christ's Triumph over Death. (309)

The morning purples all the sky, The air with praises rings; Defeated hell stands sullen by, The world exulting sings.

2 While he, the King all strong to save, Rends the dark doors away, And through the breaches of the grave Strides forth into the day.

3 Death's captive, in his gloomy prison Past fettered he has lain; But he has mastered death, is risen, And death wears now the chain.

4 The shining angels cry, "Away With grief; no spices bring; Not tears, but songs, this joyful day, Should greet the rising King!"

Dr. A. R. Thompson, 1867.

142 Warwick. C.M.

Resurrection and Ascension. (311)

Hosanna to the Prince of Light, Who clothed himself in clay, Entered the iron gates of death, And tore the bars away.

2 Death is no more the king of dread, Since our Immanuel rose; He took the tyrant's sting away, And spoiled our hellish foes.

3 See how the conqueror mounts aloft And to his Father flies, With scars of honor in his flesh, And triumph in his eyes.

4 There our exalted Savior reigns, And scatters blessings down; Our Jesus fills the middle seat Of the celestial throne.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

143 Nuremburg. 7s.

The Lord is Risen. (322)

Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day, Sons of men and angels say: Raise your joys and triumphs high; Sing, ye heavens; thou earth, reply.

2 Love's redeeming work is done; Fought the fight; the battle won: Lo! our Sun's eclipse is o'er; Lo! he sets in blood no more.

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal— Christ hath burst the gates of hell; Death in vain forbids his rise— Christ hath opened paradise.

4 Lives again our glorious King: Where, O death, is now thy sting? Once he died our souls to save: Where's thy victory, boasting grave?

Charles Wesley, 1739.

144 Pleyel's Hymn. 7s.

Resurrection and Ascension. (325)

Angel! roll the rock away; Death! yield up thy mighty prey; See! he rises from the tomb, Glowing with immortal bloom.

2 'Tis the Savior; angels! raise Fame's eternal trump of praise: Let the world's remotest bound Hear the joy-inspiring sound.

3 Shout! ye saints! in rapturous song, Let the strains be sweet and strong; Shout the Son of God, this morn From his sepulcher new-born.

4 Heaven displays her portals wide; Glorious Hero! through them ride! King of glory! mount the throne— Thy great Father's and thine own.

Thomas Scott, 1772.

145 Hudson. S.M.

The Lord is Risen. (313)

'"The Lord is risen indeed!" The grave hath lost its prey; With him shall rise the ransomed seed To reign in endless day.

2 "The Lord is risen indeed!" He lives to die no more; He lives his people's cause to plead, Whose curse and shame he bore.

3 "The Lord is risen indeed!" Attending angels hear; Up to the courts of heaven with speed, The joyful tidings bear.

4 Then take your golden lyres, And strike each cheerful chord; Join all the bright celestial choirs, To sing our risen Lord.

Thomas Kelly, 1804.

146 Mendon. L.M.

Exaltation of Christ. (318)

Now for a tune of lofty praise To great Jehovah's equal Son; Awake, my voice, in heavenly lays, And tell the wonders he hath done.

2 Sing how he left the worlds of light, And those bright robes he wore above; How swift and joyful was his flight, On wings of everlasting love.

3 Among a thousand harps and songs, Jesus, the God, exalted reigns; His sacred name fills all their tongues And echoes through the heavenly plains.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

147 Mendon. L.M.

The Lord is Risen Indeed. (319)

The morning kindles all the sky; The heavens resound with anthems high; The shining angels, as they speed, Proclaim, "The Lord is risen indeed."

2 Vainly with rocks his tomb was barred While Roman guards kept watch and ward; Majestic from the spoiled tomb, In pomp of triumph he has come!

3 When the amazed disciples heard, Their hearts with speechless joy were stirred; Their Lord's beloved face to see, Eager they haste to Galilee.

4 His pierced hands to them he shows; His face with love's own radiance glows; They with the angel's message speed, And shout, "The Lord is risen indeed!"

Latin Tr. by Mrs. E. Charles.

148 Harmony Grove. L.M.

Christ the Unsetting Sun. (320)

Hail! morning known among the blest, Morning of hope, and joy, and love, Of heavenly peace, and holy rest, Pledge of the endless rest above.

2 Blest be the Father of our Lord, Who from the dead hath brought his Son; Hope to the lost was then restored, And everlasting glory won.

3 Mercy looked down with smiling eye When our Immanuel left the dead; Faith marked his bright ascent on high, And hope with gladness raised her head.

E. Wardlaw, 1814.

149 Baltzell. L.M.

My Redeemer Lives.

I know that my Redeemer lives! What comfort this sweet sentence gives; He lives, he lives, who once was dead; He lives, my ever-living Head.

2 He lives, to bless me with his love; He lives, to plead for me above; He lives, my hungry soul to feed; He lives, to bless in time of need;

3 He lives, to grant me rich supply; He lives, to guide me with his eye; He lives, to comfort me when faint; He lives, to hear my soul's complaint;

4 He lives, my kind, wise, heav'nly Friend; He lives, and loves me to the end; He lives, and while he lives I'll sing; He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.

5 He lives, all glory to his name! He lives, my Savior still the same— Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives: I know that my Redeemer lives.

Samuel Medley, 1789.

150 Dort. 6s & 4s.

Glorious Conqueror. (329)

Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise, Into thy native skies, Assume thy right; And where, in many a fold, The clouds are backward rolled; Pass thro' these gates of gold, And reign in light.

2 Victor o'er death and hell, Cherubic legions swell The radiant strain; Praises all heav'n inspire; Each angel sweeps his lyre, And claps his wings of fire; Thou Lamb, once slain.

3 Enter, incarnate God! No feet but thine have trod The serpent down; Blow the full trumpets, blow! Wider your portals throw! Savior, triumphant, go And take thy crown.

4 Lion of Judah, hail! And let thy name prevail From age to age; Lord of the rolling years, Claim for thine own the spheres, For thou hast bought with tears Thine heritage.

Matthew Bridges, 1848.

151 Harwell. 8s & 7s. D.

Jesus Reigns. (354)

Hark! ten thousand harps and voices Sound the note of praise above; Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices; Jesus reigns, the God of love; See, he sits on yonder throne; Jesus rules the world alone.

2 King of glory! reign forever— Thine an everlasting crown; Nothing, from thy love, shall sever Those whom thou hast made thine own; Happy objects of thy grace, Destined to behold thy face.

3 Savior! hasten thine appearing; Bring, oh, bring the glorious day When, the awful summons hearing, Heaven and earth shall pass away;— Then, with golden harps, we'll sing,— "Glory to our King!"

Thomas Kelly, 1806.

152 Harwell. 8s & 7s. D.

The Return to Heaven. (353)

Jesus comes, his conflict over,— Comes to claim his great reward; Angels round the Victor hover, Crowding to behold their Lord; Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring, Crown him, everlasting King.

2 Yonder throne for him erected, Now becomes the Victor's seat; Lo, the man on earth rejected! Angels worship at his feet: Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring, Crown him, everlasting King.

3 Day and night they cry before him,— "Holy, holy, holy, Lord!" All the powers of heaven adore him, All obey his sovereign word; Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring, Crown him, everlasting King.

Thomas Kelly, 1804.

153 Harwell. 8s & 7s. D.

We Live in Him. (333)

See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph, See the King in royal state, Riding on the clouds, his chariot, To his heavenly palace gate! Hark! the choirs of angel voices Joyful hallelujahs sing, And the portals high are lifted To receive their heavenly King.

2 Who is this that comes in glory, With the trump of jubilee? Lord of battles, God of armies, He has gained the victory; He, who on the cross did suffer, He, who from the grave arose, He has vanquished sin and Satan, He by death has spoiled his foes.

3 Thou hast raised our human nature, On the clouds to God's right hand; There we sit in heavenly places, There with thee in glory stand; Jesus reigns, adored by angels; Man with God is on the throne; Mighty Lord! in thine ascension, We by faith behold our own.

Christopher Wordsworth, 1862.

154 Coronation. C.M.

Crown Him Lord of All. (336)

All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all.

2 Crown him, ye morning stars of light, Who fixed this earthly ball; Now hail the strength of Israel's might, And crown him Lord of all.

3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, Ye ransomed from the fall, Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all.

4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall; Go, spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all.

5 Let every kindred, every tribe On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all.

6 O that with yonder sacred throng We at his feet may fall! We'll join the everlasting song, And crown him Lord of all.

Edward Perronet, alt. 1780.

155 Elizabethtown. C.M.

The Sympathy of Jesus. (338)

Come, let us join in songs of praise To our ascended Priest; He entered heaven with all our names Engraven on his breast.

2 Below he washed our guilt away, By his atoning blood; Now he appears before the throne, And pleads our cause with God.

3 Clothed with our nature still, he knows The weakness of our frame, And how to shield us from the foes Which he himself o'ercame.

4 Oh! may we ne'er forget his grace, Nor blush to wear his name; Still may our hearts hold fast his faith, Our mouths his praise proclaim.

Anon. 1818.

156 Elizabethtown. C.M.

Perfect Through Suffering. (337)

The head, that once was crowned with thorns, Is crowned with glory now; A royal diadem adorns The mighty Victor's brow.

2 The highest place that heaven affords Is his—is his by right; "The King of kings, and Lord of lords," And heaven's eternal Light.

3 The joy of all who dwell above, The joy of all below, To whom he manifests his love, And grants his name to know.

4 To them the cross, with all its shame, With all its grace, is given; Their name—an everlasting name; Their joy—the joy of heaven.

5 They suffer with their Lord below, They reign with him above; Their profit and their joy—to know The mystery of his love.

6 The cross he bore is life and health— Though shame and death to him; His people's hope, his people's wealth, Their everlasting theme.

Thomas Kelly, 1820.

157 Elizabethtown. C.M.

Christ's Compassion to the Weak. (341)

With joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above; His heart is made of tenderness, His bowels melt with love.

2 Touched with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame; He knows what sore temptations mean, For he has felt the same.

3 He, in the days of feeble flesh, Poured out his cries and tears; And, in his measure, feels afresh What every member bears.

4 Then let our humble faith address His mercy and his power; We shall obtain delivering grace In the distressing hour.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

158 The Coming of the Kingdom. P.M.

The Lord is at Hand.

There's a glorious kingdom waiting in the land beyond the sky, Where the saints have been gath'ring year by year, And the days are swiftly passing that will bring the kingdom nigh, For the coming of the kingdom draweth near.

Cho.—Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near; Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near! Be thou ready, O my soul, for the trumpet soon may roll, And the King in his glory shall appear.

2 'Tis the hope of yonder kingdom, and the glory there prepared, And the looking for the Savior to appear, That delivers us from bondage to the world that once ensnared, For the coming of the kingdom draweth near.

3 With the coming of the kingdom we shall see our blessed Lord, For the King ere the kingdom must appear; Hallelujah to his name, who redeemed us by his blood! Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near.

4 Oh, the world is growing weary, it has waited now so long, And the hearts of men are failing them for fear; Let us tell them of the kingdom, let us cheer them with the song, That the coming of the kingdom draweth near.

D. W. Whittle.

159 Lebanon Valley. 8s & 7s.

Christ's Coming Desired. (224)

Come, thou long-expected Jesus! Born to set thy people free! From our fears and sins release us, Let us find our rest in thee.

2 Israel's strength and consolation, Hope of all the earth thou art; Dear desire of ev'ry nation, Joy of ev'ry longing heart.

3 Born, thy people to deliver; Born a child, and yet a King; Born to reign in us forever, Now thy gracious kingdom bring.

4 By thine own eternal Spirit Rule in all our hearts alone; By thine all-sufficient merit Raise us to thy glorious throne.

Charles Wesley, 1744.



160 The Crowning Day. 7s & 6s.

The Day of the Lord.

Our Lord is now rejected, And by the world disowned, By the many still neglected, And by the few enthroned, But soon he'll come in glory, The hour is drawing nigh, For the crowning day is coming by and by.

Cho.—Oh, the crowning day is coming, Is coming by and by, When our Lord shall come in "power," And "glory" from on high. Oh, the glorious sight will gladden, Each waiting, watchful eye, In the crowning day that's coming by and by.

2 The heavens shall glow with splendor, But brighter far than they The saints shall shine in glory, As Christ shall them array, The beauty of the Savior, Shall dazzle every eye, In the crowning day that's coming by and by.

3 Our pain shall then be over, We'll sin and sigh no more, Behind us all of sorrow, And nought but joy before, A joy in our Redeemer, As we to him are nigh, In the crowning day that's coming by and by.

4 Let all that look for, hasten The coming joyful day, By earnest consecration, To walk the narrow way. By gathering in the lost ones, For whom our Lord did die, For the crowning day that's coming by and by.

D.W. Whittle

161 Truro. L.M.

The Church Longing for Christ. (907)

Jesus! thy church, with longing eyes For thine expected coming waits; When will the promised light arise, And glory beam from Zion's gates?

2 E'en now when tempests round us fall, And wintry clouds o'ercast the sky, Thy words with pleasure we recall, And deem that our redemption's nigh.

3 Oh! come and reign o'er ev'ry land; Let Satan from his throne be hurled, All nations bow to thy command, And grace revive a dying world.

4 Teach us, in watchfulness and prayer, To wait for the appointed hour; And fit us by thy grace to share, The triumphs of thy conquering power.

William H. Bathurst, 1831.

162 Middletown. 8s & 7s. D. Crown Him Lord of All. (615)

Crown his head with endless blessing, Who, in God the Father's name, With compassions never ceasing, Comes salvation to proclaim. Hail, ye saints, who know his favor, Who within his gates are found; Hail, ye saints, th' exalted Savior, Let his courts with praise resound.

2 Lo, Jehovah, we adore thee; Thee our Savior! thee our God! From his throne his beams of glory Shine through all the world abroad. Jesus, thee our Savior hailing Thee our God in praise we own; Highest honors, never failing, Rise eternal round thy throne.

William Goode, 1811.

163 Abt. 8s & 7s. Much Forgiven. (616)

Hail! my ever blessed Jesus! Only thee I wish to sing. To my soul, thy name is precious, Thou, my Prophet, Priest, and King.

2 Oh! what mercy flows from heaven! Oh! what joy and happiness! Love I much? I've much forgiven; I'm a miracle of grace.

3 Once with Adam's race in ruin, Unconcerned in sin I lay; Swift destruction still pursuing, Till my Savior passed that way

4 Witness, all ye host of heaven! My Redeemer's tenderness; Love I much? I've much forgiven; I'm a miracle of grace.

5 Shout, ye bright angelic choir! Praise the Lamb enthroned above; Whilst, astonished, I admire God's free grace, and boundless love.

6 That blest moment I received him, Filled my soul with joy and peace: Love I much? I've much forgiven; I'm a miracle of grace.

John Wingrove, 1806.

164 Olivet. 6s & 4s. Veni, Sancte Spiritus! (386)

Come, Holy Ghost! in love, Shed on us, from above, Thine own bright ray: Divinely good thou art; Thy sacred gifts impart, To gladden each sad heart; Oh! come to-day!

2 Come, tenderest Friend, and best, Our most delightful Guest! With soothing power; Rest, which the weary know; Shade, 'mid the noontide glow; Peace, when deep griefs o'erflow; Cheer us, this hour!

3 Come, Light serene, and still Our inmost bosoms fill; Dwell in each breast: We know no dawn but thine; Send forth thy beams divine, On our dark souls to shine, And make us blest.

4 Exalt our low desires; Extinguish passion's fires; Heal every wound; Our stubborn spirits bend; Our icy coldness end; Our devious steps attend, While heavenward bound.

Lat. Robert II. of France, 996. Tr., Ray Palmer, 1858.



165 Olivet. 6s & 4s.

The Spirit of Truth. (387)

Thou! whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard, And took their flight, Hear us, we humbly pray, And, where the gospel's day Sheds not its glorious ray, "Let there be light!"

2 Thou! who didst come to bring, On thy redeeming wing, Healing and sight, Health to the sick in mind, Sight to the inly blind;— Oh! now to all mankind, "Let there be light!"

3 Spirit of truth and love, Life-giving holy Dove! Speed forth thy flight: Move o'er the water's face, Bearing the lamp of grace, And, in earth's darkest place, "Let there be light!"

John Marriott, 1813.

166 Balerma. C.M.

Breathing after the Holy Spirit. (363)

Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove! With all thy quickening powers,— Kindle a flame of sacred love, In these cold hearts of ours.

2 Look—how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys! Our souls, how heavily they go, To reach eternal joys.

3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.

4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever live, At this poor dying rate? Our love so faint, so cold to thee, And thine to us so great?

5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove With all thy quickening powers; Come, shed abroad a Savior's love, And that shall kindle ours.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

167 Balerma. C.M.

The Source of Life and Light. (364)

Great Spirit! by whose mighty power All creatures live and move, On us thy benediction shower; Inspire our souls with love.

2 Hail, Source of light! arise and shine; Darkness and doubt dispel; Give peace and joy, for we are thine; In us forever dwell.

3 From death to life our spirits raise; Complete redemption bring; New tongues impart to speak the praise Of Christ, our God and King.

4 Thine inward witness bear, unknown To all the world beside; Exalting, then, we feel, and own Our Jesus glorified.

Thomas Howels, 1792.



168 Arlington. C.M.

The Descent of the Spirit. (369)

Spirit Divine! attend our prayers, And make this house thy home; Descend with all thy gracious powers, Oh, 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 soul an offering be To our Redeemer's name.

4 Come as the dove; and spread thy wings, The wings of peaceful love; And let thy church on earth become Blessed as the church above.

5 Come as the wind; with rushing sound And pentecostal grace; That all, of woman born, may see The glory of thy face.

Andrew Reed, 1841.

169 Arlington. C.M.

Assurance.

Why should the children of a King Go mourning all their days? Great Comforter, descend, and bring Some tokens of thy grace.

2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints, And seal the heirs of heaven? When wilt thou banish my complaints, And show my sins forgiven?

3 Assure my conscience of her part In the Redeemer's blood; And bear thy witness with my heart, That I am born of God.

4 Thou art the earnest of his love, The pledge of joys to come; And thy soft wings, celestial Dove, Will safe convey me home.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

170 Arlington. C.M.

The Spirit's Work. (366)

Eternal Spirit! by whose power Are burst the bands of death, On our cold hearts thy blessings shower, And stir them with thy breath.

2 'Tis thine to point the heavenly way, Each rising fear control, And, with a warm, enlivening ray, To melt the icy soul.

3 'Tis thine to cheer us when distressed, To raise us when we fall; To calm the doubting, troubled breast, And aid when sinners call.

4 'Tis thine to bring God's sacred word, And write it on our heart; There its reviving truths record, And there its peace impart.

5 Almighty Spirit! visit thus Our hearts, and guide our ways; Pour down thy quickening grace on us, And tune our lips to praise.

Wm. Riley Bathurst, 1830.

171 Holy Spirit, Faithful Guide. 7s. D.

The Guide.

Holy Spirit, faithful Guide, Ever near the Christian's side; Gently lead us by the hand, Pilgrims in a desert land; Weary souls fore'er rejoice, While they hear that sweetest voice Whisper softly, wanderer come! Follow me, I'll guide thee home.

2 Ever present, truest Friend, Ever near thine aid to lend, Leave us not to doubt and fear, Groping on in darkness drear, When the storms are raging sore, Hearts grow faint, and hopes give o'er Whisper softly, wanderer come! Follow me, I'll guide thee home.

3 When our days of toil shall cease, Waiting still for sweet release, Nothing left but heaven and prayer, Wondering if our names were there; Wading deep the dismal flood, Pleading nought but Jesus' blood, Whisper softly, wanderer come! Follow me, I'll guide thee home.

M.M. Wells.

172 Pleyel. 7s.

The Holy Spirit in Conversion. (383)

Gracious Spirit, love divine, Let thy light within me shine; All my guilty fears remove, Fill me full of heaven and love.

2 Speak thy pardoning grace to me, Set the burdened sinner free; Lead me to the Lamb of God, Wash me in his precious blood.

3 Life and peace to me impart! Seal salvation on my heart; Breathe thyself into my breast, Earnest of immortal rest.

4 Let me never from thee stray, Keep me in the narrow way; Fill my soul with joy divine, Keep me, Lord, forever thine.

John Stocker, 1776.

173 Zephyr. L.M.

The Descent of the Spirit. (375)

Spirit of pow'r, and truth, and love, Who sitt'st enthroned in light above! Descend, and bear us on thy wings, Far from these low and fleeting things.

2 'Tis thine the wounded soul to heal, 'Tis thine to make the hardened feel; Thine to give light to blinded eyes, And bid the groveling spirit rise.

3 When faith is weak, and courage fails, When grief or doubt our soul assails, Who can, like thee, our spirits cheer? Great Comforter! be ever near.

4 Come, Holy Spirit! like the fire; With burning zeal our souls inspire; Come, like the south-wind, breathing balm, Our joys refresh, our passions calm.

5 Come, like the sun's enlightening beam; Come like the cooling, cleansing stream; With all thy graces present be:— Spirit of God! we wait for thee.

William Lindsay Alexander, 1867.

174 Whitefield. S.M.

The Spirit's Sanctifying Influence. (378)

Come, Holy Spirit, come; Let thy bright beams arise, Dispel the sorrow from our minds, The darkness from our eyes.

2 Revive our drooping faith, Our doubts and fears remove, And kindle in our breasts the flame Of never dying love.

3 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart, To sanctify the soul, To pour fresh life in ev'ry part, And new create the whole.

4 Dwell, Spirit, in our hearts; Our minds from bondage free. Then shall we know, and praise, and love, The Father, Son, and thee.

Joseph Hart, 1759.

175 Fill Me Now. 8s & 7s.

The Fullness of the Spirit.

Hover o'er me, Holy Spirit; Bathe my trembling heart and brow; Fill me with thy hallowed presence, Come, oh, come and fill me now.

Cho.—Fill me now, fill me now; Jesus, come, and fill me now; Fill me with thy hallowed presence, Come, oh, come, and fill me now.

2 Thou canst fill me, gracious Spirit, Tho' I cannot tell thee how; But I need thee, greatly need thee, Come, oh, come, and fill me now.

3 I am weakness, full of weakness; At thy sacred feet I bow; Blest, divine, eternal Spirit, Fill with power, and fill me now.

4 Cleanse and comfort, bless and save me; Bathe, oh, bathe my heart and brow; Thou art comforting and saving, Thou art sweetly filling now.

E.H. Stokes, D.D.

176 Fill Me Now. 8s & 7s.

Guide and Comforter.

Holy Spirit, Fount of blessing, Ever watchful, ever kind, Thy celestial aid possessing, Prisoned souls deliverance find.

2 Seal of truth, and Bond of union, Source of light, and Flame of love, Symbol of divine communion, In the olive-bearing dove.

3 Heavenly Guide from paths of error, Comforter of minds distressed, When the billows fill with terror; Pointing to an ark of rest.

4 Promised Pledge, eternal Spirit, Greater than all gifts below, May our hearts thy grace inherit; May our lips thy glories show!

Thomas J. Judkin.



177 Fill Me Now. 8s & 7s.

The Source of Consolation.

Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness; Pierce the clouds of nature's night; Come, thou Source of joy and gladness, Breathe thy life, and spread thy light.

2 From the height which knows no measure, As a gracious shower descend, Bringing down the richest treasure Man can wish, or God can send.

3 Author of the new creation, Come with unction and with power; Make our hearts thy habitation; On our souls thy graces shower.

4 Hear, O hear our supplication, Blessed Spirit, God of peace! Rest upon this congregation, With the fullness of thy grace.

Paul Gerhardt, 1653. Tr. by J.C. Jacobi, 1725. Alt.

178 Kentucky. S.M.

Guilt and Helplessness of Man. (405)

Ah! how shall fallen man Be just before his God? If he contend in righteousness, We fall beneath his rod.

2 If he our ways should mark With strict inquiring eyes, Could we for one of thousand faults A just excuse devise?

3 All-seeing, powerful God, Who can with thee contend? Or who that tries the unequal strife, Shall prosper in the end?

4 Ah! how shall guilty man Contend with such a God? None, none can meet him and escape, But through the Savior's blood.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

179 Kentucky. S.M.

An Evil Heart. (406)

Astonished and distressed, I turn mine eyes within; My heart with loads of guilt oppressed, The source of every sin.

2 What crowds of evil thoughts, What vile affections there! Envy and pride, deceit and guile, Distrust and slavish fear.

3 Almighty King of saints! These tyrant lusts subdue; Drive the old serpent from his seat, And all my powers renew.

4 This done,—my cheerful voice Shall loud hosannas raise; My heart shall glow with gratitude, My lips be filled with praise.

Benjamin Beddome, 1787.

180 Olmutz. S.M.

The Reign of Sin. (407)

How heavy is the night That hangs upon our eyes, Till Christ with his reviving light Over our souls arise.

2 Our guilty spirits dread To meet the wrath of heaven; But, in his righteousness arrayed, We see our sins forgiven.

3 The powers of hell agree To hold our souls in vain; He sets the sons of bondage free, And breaks the cursed chain.

4 Lord, we adore thy ways To bring us near to God, Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace, And thine atoning blood.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

181 Downs. C.M.

The Need of Regeneration. (396)

How helpless guilty nature lies, Unconscious of its load! The heart, unchanged, can never rise To happiness and God.

2 Can aught, beneath a power divine, The stubborn will subdue? 'Tis thine, almighty Spirit! thine, To form the heart anew.

3 'Tis thine, the passions to recall, And upward bid them rise; To make the scales of error fall, From reason's darkened eyes.

4 Oh! change these wretched hearts of ours, And give them life divine; Then shall our passions and our powers, Almighty Lord! be thine.

Anne Steele, 1760.

182 Downs. C.M.

Pardon and Sanctification in Christ. (397)

How sad our state by nature is! Our sin—how deep it stains! And Satan binds our captive minds, Fast in his slavish chains.

2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace Sounds from the sacred word;— "Ho! ye despairing sinners! come And trust a faithful Lord."

3 My soul obeys the gracious call And runs to this relief; I would believe thy promise, Lord! Oh! help my unbelief.

4 To the blest fountain of thy blood, Incarnate God! I fly; Here let me wash my spotted soul, From crimes of deepest dye.

5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, On thy kind arms I fall; Be thou my strength and righteousness My Jesus, and my all.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

183 Downs. C.M.

Man's Need of the New Birth. (400)

Sinners, this solemn truth regard, Hear, all ye sons of men; For Christ, the Savior, hath declared, "Ye must be born again."

2 Whate'er might be your birth or blood, The sinner's boast is vain; Thus saith the glorious Son of God, "Ye must be born again."

3 That which is born of flesh is flesh, And flesh it will remain: Then marvel not that Jesus saith, "Ye must be born again."

4 Spirit of life, thy grace impart, And breathe on sinners slain: Bear witness, Lord, in ev'ry heart, That we are born again.

John Fawcett.

184 Rockbridge. L.M.

Man's Need of Christ. (402)

Buried in shadows of the night We lie, till Christ restores the light; Till he descends to heal the blind, And chase the darkness of the mind.

2 Our guilty souls are drowned in tears, Till his atoning blood appears; Then we awake from deep distress, And sing the Lord our righteousness.

3 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns, And binds his slaves in heavy chains; He sets the prisoners free, and breaks The iron bondage from our necks.

4 Poor, helpless worms in thee possess Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness Thou art our mighty all, and we Give our whole selves, O Lord, to thee.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

185 Melody. C.M.

Law and Grace. (399)

Vain are the hopes, the sons of men On their own works have built; Their hearts by nature all unclean, And all their actions, guilt.

2 Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouths, Without a murm'ring word; And the whole race of Adam stand Guilty before the Lord.

3 In vain we ask God's righteous law To justify us now, Since to convince, and to condemn, Is all the law can do.

4 Jesus! how glorious is thy grace! When in thy name we trust, Our faith receives a righteousness, That makes the sinner just.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

186 Glorious Fountain. C.M.

Glorious Fountain. (407)

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

Cho.—Oh, glorious fountain! Here will I stay, And in thee ever Wash my sins away.

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see, That fountain in his day, And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away.

3 Thou dying Lamb, thy precious blood, Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God, Are saved to sin no more.

4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.

5 And when this feeble, faltering tongue Lies silent in the grave, Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing thy power to save.

William Cowper, 1779.

187 Siloam. C.M.

The All-Sufficient Grace. (488)

When wounded sore, the stricken soul Lies bleeding and unbound: One hand alone, a pierced hand, Can heal the sinner's wound.

2 When sorrow swells the laden breast, And tears of anguish flow, One heart alone, a broken heart, Can feel the sinner's woe.

3 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white, His hand, that brings relief; His heart, that's touched with all our joys, And feeleth for our grief.

4 Lift up thy bleeding hand, O Lord! Unseal that cleansing tide; We have no shelter from our sin, But in thy wounded side.

Mrs. Cecil F. Alexander, 1858.

188 Siloam. C.M.

Salvation.

Salvation! oh, the joyful sound! What pleasure to our ears; A sovereign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears.

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

3 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb! To Thee the praise belongs: Salvation shall inspire our hearts, And dwell upon our tongues.

Isaac Watts.

189 Dunbar. S.M.

All Invited. (446)

How, vast, how full, how free, The mercy of our God! Proclaim the blessed news around, And spread it all abroad.

Cho.—I'm glad salvation's free! I'm glad salvation's free! Salvation's free for you and me, I'm glad salvation's free!

2 How vast! "whoever will" May drink at mercy's stream, And know that faith in Jesus brings Salvation now to him.

3 How full! it doth remove The stain of every sin; And makes the soul as white and pure, As though no sin had been.

4 Poor trembling sinner, come! God waits to comfort thee, Come, cast thyself upon his love, So vast, so full, so free.

Vestry H. & T. Book.

190 Boylston. S.M.

The Better Sacrifice. (297)

Not all the blood of beasts, On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away the stain.

2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, Takes all our sins away; A sacrifice of nobler name, And richer blood than they.

3 My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of Thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin.

4 My soul looks back to see The burden thou didst bear; While hanging on the cursed tree, And knows her guilt was there.

Isaac Watts

191 Jesus Saves. P.M.

Atonement for All.

We have heard the joyful sound, Jesus saves, Jesus saves! Spread the tidings all around, Jesus saves, Jesus saves! Bear the news to ev'ry land, Climb the steeps and cross the waves; Onward! 'tis our Lord's command; Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

2 Waft it on the rolling tide, Jesus saves, Jesus saves! Tell to sinners far and wide, Jesus saves, Jesus saves! Sing, ye islands of the sea, Echo back, ye ocean caves; Earth shall keep her jubilee; Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

3 Sing above the battle strife, Jesus saves, Jesus saves! By his death and endless life, Jesus saves, Jesus saves! Sing it softly thro' the gloom, When the heart for mercy craves; Sing in triumph o'er the tomb, Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

4 Give the winds a mighty voice, Jesus saves, Jesus saves! Let the nations now rejoice, Jesus saves, Jesus saves! Shout salvation full and free, Highest hills and deepest caves; This our song of victory, Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

Priscilla J. Owens.

192 Boylston. S.M.

Ark of Salvation.

Like Noah's weary dove That soared the earth around, But not a resting place above The cheerless waters found,

2 Oh, cease, my wandering soul, On restless wing to roam; All the wide world, to either pole, Has not for thee a home.

3 Behold the ark of God, Behold the open door; Hasten to gain that dear abode, And rove, my soul, no more.

4 There safe thou shalt abide, There sweet shall be thy rest, And every longing satisfied, With full salvation blessed.

Wm. A. Muhlenberg.

193 Christ Receiveth Sinful Men. 7s.

A Joyful Message.

Sinners Jesus will receive; Sound this word of grace to all Who the heavenly pathway leave, All who linger, all who fall.

Ref.—Sing it o'er and o'er again; Christ receiveth sinful men, Make the message clear and plain: Christ receiveth sinful men.

2 Come, and he will give you rest; Trust him for his word is plain; He will take the sinfulest; Christ receiveth sinful men.

3 Now my heart condemns me not, Pure before the law I stand; He who cleansed me from all spot, Satisfied its last demand.

4 Christ receiveth sinful men, Even me with all my sin; Purged from every spot and stain, Heaven with him I'll enter in.

Arr. from Neumaster, 1671.

194 Depth of Mercy. 7s.

The Chief of Sinners (501)

Depth of mercy! can there be Mercy still reserved for me? Can my God his wrath forbear? Me, the chief of sinners, spare?

Cho.—God is love; I know, I feel; Jesus weeps and loves me still; Jesus weeps and loves me still.

2 I have long withstood his grace, Long provoked him to his face; Would not hearken to his calls; Grieved him by a thousand falls.

3 There for me the Savior stands; Shows his wounds and spreads his hands; God is love; I know, I feel; Jesus weeps, and loves me still.

4 Now incline me to repent; Let me now my fall lament; Now my foul revolt deplore; Weep, believe, and sin no more.

Charles Wesley, 1740.

195 Lenox. H.M.

The Jubilee Proclaimed. (461)

Blow ye the trumpet, blow! The gladly solemn sound, Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound, The year of jubilee is come, Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

2 Jesus, our great High Priest, Hath full atonement made: Ye weary spirits! rest, Ye mournful souls! be glad; The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.

3 Extol the Lamb of God,— The all-atoning Lamb; Redemption in his blood, Throughout the world, proclaim; The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.

4 Ye, who have sold for naught Your heritage above! Shall have it back unbought, The gift of Jesus' love; The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.

Charles Wesley, 1755.

196 Lenox. H. M.

The Sacrifice.

Arise, my soul, arise, Shake off thy guilty fears; The bleeding sacrifice In my behalf appears; Before the throne my Surety stands, My name is written on his hands.

2 He ever lives above, For me to intercede; His all-redeeming love, His precious blood to plead; His blood atoned for all our race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, Received on Calvary; They pour effectual prayers, They strongly speak for me; Forgive him, O forgive, they cry, Nor let that ransomed sinner die.

4 The Father hears him pray, His dear Anointed One; He cannot turn away The presence of his Son; His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God.

5 My God is reconciled, His pard'ning voice I hear, He owns me for his child, I can no longer fear; With confidence I now draw nigh, And Father, Abba, Father, cry.

197 All to Christ I Owe. 6s.

Jesus Paid It All.

I hear the Savior say, Thy strength indeed is small; Child of weakness, watch and pray, Find in me thine all in all.

Cho.—Jesus paid it all, All to him I owe; Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow.

2 Lord, now indeed I find Thy power, and thine alone, Can change the leper's spots, And melt the heart of stone.

3 For nothing good have I Whereby thy grace to claim— I'll wash my garment white In the blood of Calvary's Lamb.

4 When from my dying bed My ransomed soul shall rise, Then "Jesus paid it all" Shall rend the vaulted skies.

5 And when before the throne I stand in him complete, I'll lay my trophies down, All down at Jesus' feet.

Mrs. Elvina M. Hall.

198 All to Christ I Owe. 6s.

Rev. 22:17. (479)

Come to the blood-stained tree; The Victim bleeding lies; God sets the sinner free, Since Christ, a ransom, dies.

2 The Spirit will apply His blood to cleanse thy stain; Oh, burdened soul, draw nigh, For none can come in vain!

3 Dark though thy guilt appear, And deep its crimson stain, There's boundless mercy here, Oh, do not still disdain.

4 Look not within for peace, Within, there's nought to cheer; Look up, and find release From sin, and self, and fear.

199 What a Wonderful Savior. P.M.

A Complete Atonement.

Christ has for sin atonement made, What a wonderful Savior! We are redeem'd, the price is paid, What a wonderful Savior!

Cho.—What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Jesus! What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Lord!

2 I praise him for the cleansing blood, What a wonderful Savior! That reconciled my soul to God, What a wonderful Savior!

3 He cleansed my heart from all its sin, What a wonderful Savior! And now he reigns and rules therein, What a wonderful Savior!

4 He walks beside me in the way, What a wonderful Savior! And keeps me faithful day by day, What a wonderful Savior!

5 He gives me overcoming power, What a wonderful Savior! And triumph in each conflict hour, What a wonderful Savior!

6 To him I've given all my heart, What a wonderful Savior! The world shall never share a part, What a wonderful Savior!

E. A. Hoffman.

200 Wonderful Grace. P.M.

Divine Grace.

'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace, This great salvation brings; The soul, delivered of its load, In sweetest rapture sings.

Cho.—'Tis grace, 'tis grace, Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful grace, 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, Flowing still freely for me.

2 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace, Which saves the soul from sin, The power of rising evil days, And reigns supreme within.

3 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace; Its streams are full and free; Are flowing now for all the race, They even flow to me.

Rev. W. H. Burrell.

201 Seeking for Me. P.M.

Christ's Atoning Work.

Jesus, my Savior, to Bethlehem came, Born in a manger to sorrow and shame; Oh, it was wonderful, blest be his name, Seeking for me, for me.

2 Jesus, my Savior, on Calvary's tree Paid the great debt, and my soul he set free; Oh, it was wonderful, how could it be? Dying for me, for me.

3 Jesus, my Savior, the same as of old, While I did wander afar from the fold, Gently and long he hath plead with my soul, Calling for me, for me.

4 Jesus, my Savior, shall come from on high; Sweet is the promise as weary years fly; Oh, I shall see him descending the sky, Coming for me, for me.

E. E. Hasty

202 The Stranger at the Door. L.M.

At the Door. (429)

Behold a stranger at the door, He gently knocks, has knocked before; Has waited long, is waiting still; You treat no other friend so ill.

Cho.—Oh, let the dear Savior come in, He'll cleanse the heart from sin, Oh, keep him no more out at the door, But let the dear Savior come in.

2 Oh, lovely attitude—he stands With melting heart and loaded hands; Oh, matchless kindness—and he shows This matchless kindness to his foes.

3 But will he prove a friend indeed? He will—the very friend you need; The Friend of sinners? Yes, 'tis he. With garments died on Calvary.

4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine, Turn out his enemy and thine; That soul-destroying monster, sin, And let the heavenly stranger in.

5 Admit him, ere his anger burn— His feet, departed, ne'er return; Admit him, or the hour's at hand You'll at his door rejected stand.

Joseph Grigg, 1765.

203 The Stranger at the Door. L.M.

Why Not Be Saved To-Night? (430)

Oh, do not let the word depart, And close thine eyes against the light; Poor-sinner, harden not thy heart; Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night?

2 To-morrow's sun may never rise To bless thy long-deluded sight; This is the time, oh, then be wise! Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night?

3 Our God in pity lingers still; And wilt thou thus his love requite? Renounce at length thy stubborn will; Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night?

4 The world has nothing left to give, It has no new, no pure delight; Oh, try the life which Christians live; Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night?

204 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D.

Sinners, Turn!

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?

2 Sinners, turn; why will ye die? God, your Savior, asks you why? He, 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, Urged you to embrace his love. Will ye not his grace receive? Will ye still refuse to live? O ye dying sinners, why, Why will ye forever die?

Rev. C. Wesley, 1745.



205 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D.

Delay. (454)

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 fail to burn, Ere salvation's work is done.

4 Hasten, sinner! to be blessed, Stay not for the morrow's sun, Lest perdition thee arrest, Ere the morrow is begun.

Thomas Scott, 1773.

206 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D.

The Voice of Jesus. (451)

Come, says Jesus' sacred voice, Come, and make my paths your choice; I will guide you to your home; Weary pilgrim! hither come.

2 Thou, who, houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roamed this barren waste, Weary pilgrim! hither haste.

3 Ye, who, tossed on beds of pain, Seek for ease, but seek in vain! Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, In remorse for guilt who mourn!—

4 Hither come, for here is found Balm that flows for every wound, Peace that ever shall endure, Rest eternal, sacred, sure.

Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1812.

207 Why Do You Wait? P.M.

Immediate Decision.

Why do you wait, dear brother, Oh, why do you tarry so long? Your Savior is waiting to give you A place in his sanctified throng.

Cho.—Why not? why not? Why not come to him now? Why not? why not? Why not come to him now?

2 What do you hope, dear brother, To gain by a further delay? There's no one to save you but Jesus, There's no other way but his way.

3 Do you not feel, dear brother, His Spirit now striving within? Oh, why not accept his salvation, And throw off thy burden of sin?

4 Why do you wait, dear brother, The harvest is passing away, Your Savior is longing to bless you, There's danger and death in delay.

George F. Root.

208 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D.

Come and Welcome. (455)

From the cross uplifted high, Where the Savior deigns to die, What melodious sounds we hear, Bursting on the ravished ear!— "Love's redeeming' work is done— Come and welcome, sinner, come!

2 "Sprinkled now with blood the throne— Why beneath thy burdens groan? On my pierced body laid, Justice owns the ransom paid— Bow the knee, and kiss the Son— Come and welcome, sinner, come!

3 "Spread for thee, the festal board— See with richest bounty stored; To thy Father's bosom pressed, Thou shalt be a child confessed, Never from his house to roam; Come and welcome, sinner, come!

4 "Soon the days of life shall end— Lo, I come—your Savior, Friend! Safe your spirit to convey To the realms of endless day, Up to my eternal home Come and welcome, sinner, come!"

T. Haweis, 1792.

209 Azmon. C.M.

The Gospel Feast. (417)

Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor! Behold a royal feast, Where mercy spreads her bounteous store, For every humble guest.

2 See, Jesus stands, with open arms; He calls,—he bids you come; Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms; But, see! there yet is room.

3 Room, in the Savior's bleeding heart; There love and pity meet; Nor will he bid the soul depart, That trembles at his feet

4 Oh! come, and with his children taste The blessings of his love: While hope attends the sweet repast Of nobler joys above.

5 There, with united heart and voice, Before th' eternal throne, Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice, In ecstasies unknown.

6 And yet ten thousand thousand more Are welcome still to come; Ye longing souls! the grace adore, Approach, there yet is room.

Anne Steele, 1760.

210 Azmon. C.M.

Gen. 6:3.

There is a line by us unseen, That crosses every path, The hidden boundary between God's patience and his wrath.

2 To pass that limit is to die, To die as if by stealth; It does not quench the beaming eye, Nor pale the glow of health.

3 Oh! where is this mysterious bourne By which our path is crossed; Beyond which God himself hath sworn That he who goes is lost?

4 How far may we go on to sin? How long will God forbear? Where does hope end, and where begin The confines of despair?

5 An answer from the skies is sent,— "Ye that from God depart, While it is called to-day, repent, And harden not your heart."

Joseph Addison Alexander.

211 Azmon. C.M.

The Last Resolve. (416)

Come, humble sinner! in whose breast A thousand thoughts revolve: Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed, And make this last resolve:—

2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin Like mountains round me close; 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 "Perhaps he will admit my plea; Perhaps will hear my prayer; But, if I perish, I will pray, And perish only there.

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

Edmund Jones, 1777.

212 Sessions. L.M.

My Spirit Shall Not Always Strive. (427)

Say, sinner, hath a voice within Oft whispered to thy secret soul, Urged thee to leave the ways of sin, And yield thy heart to God's control?

2 Sinner! it was a heavenly voice,— It was the Spirit's gracious call; It bade thee make the better choice, And haste to seek in Christ thine all.

3 Spurn not the call for life and light; Regard in time the warning kind; That call thou may'st not always slight And yet the gate of mercy find.

4 God's Spirit will not always strive With hardened self-destroying men; Ye, who persist his love to grieve, May never hear his voice again.

5 Sinner! perhaps this very day Thy last accepted time may be: Oh! should'st thou grieve him now away Then hope may never beam on thee.

Mrs. Ann B. Hyde.

213 Just As Thou Art. L.M.

Just As Thou Art. (428)

Just as thou art—without one trace Of love, or joy, or inward grace,— Or meekness for the heav'nly place,— Oh, guilty sinner! come,—now come.

2 Thy sins I bore on Calvary's tree; The stripes, thy due, were laid on me, That peace and pardon might be free;— Oh, wretched sinner! come,—now come.

3 Burdened with guilt, would'st thou be blessed? Trust not the world; it gives no rest; I bring relief to hearts oppressed;— Oh, weary sinner! come,—now come.

4 Come, hither bring thy boding fears, Thy aching heart, thy bursting tears; 'Tis mercy's voice salutes thine ears;— Oh, trembling sinner! come,—now come.

5 "The Spirit and the Bride say, Come!" Rejoicing saints re-echo, "Come!" Who faints, who thirsts, who will, may come; Thy Savior bids thee come,—now come.

Russell S. Cook, 1850, a.

214 Jesus is Calling. P.M.

The Call of Christ.

Jesus is tenderly calling thee home— Calling to-day, calling to-day; Why from the sunshine of love wilt thou roam Farther and farther away?

Ref.—Calling to-day, Calling to-day. Jesus is calling, Is tenderly calling to-day.

2 Jesus is calling the weary to rest— Calling to-day, calling to-day; Bring him thy burden and thou shalt be blest; He will not turn thee away.

3 Jesus is waiting, oh, come to him now— Waiting to-day, waiting to-day; Come with thy sins, at his feet lowly bow; Come, and no longer delay.

4 Jesus is pleading, oh, list to his voice— Hear him to-day, hear him to-day; They who believe on his name shall rejoice; Quickly arise and away.

Fanny J. Crosby.

215 Goshen. 11s.

All Things Ready. (469)

Oh, turn ye, oh, turn ye, for why will ye die, When God, in great mercy, is coming so nigh? Now Jesus invites you, the Spirit says, "Come!" And angels are waiting to welcome you home.

2 How vain the delusion, that while you delay, Your hearts may grow better by staying away! Come wretched, come starving, come just as you be, While streams of salvation are flowing so free.

3 And now Christ is ready your souls to receive; Oh, how can you question, if you will believe? If sin is your burden, why will you not come? 'Tis you he bids welcome; he bids you come home.

4 Why will you be starving, and feeding on air? There's mercy in Jesus, enough and to spare; If still you are doubting, make trial and see. And prove that his mercy is boundless and free.

Josiah Hopkins, 1830.

216 Goshen. 11s.

Danger of Delay. (470)

Delay not, delay not; oh, sinner! draw near; The waters of life are now flowing for thee; No price is demanded, the Savior is here, Redemption is purchased, salvation is free.

2 Delay not, delay not; why longer abuse The love and compassion of Jesus, thy God? A fountain is opened,—how canst thou refuse To wash, and be cleansed in his pardoning blood?

3 Delay not, delay not, oh, sinner! to come, For mercy still lingers and calls thee to-day; Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb,— Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away.

4 Delay not, delay not; the Spirit of grace, Long grieved and resisted, may take its sad flight; And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race,— To sink in the vale of eternity's night.

Thomas Hastings, 1831.

217 He is Calling. 8s & 7s.

Divine Sympathy. (477)

There's a wideness in God's mercy, Like the wideness of the sea; There's a kindness in his justice, Which is more than liberty.

Ref.—He is calling, "Come to me;" Lord, I'll gladly haste to thee.

2 There's no place where earthly sorrows Are more felt than up in heaven; There's no place where earthly failings Have such kindly judgment given.

3 For the love of God is broader Than the measure of man's mind, And the heart of the Eternal Is most wonderfully kind.

4 But we make his love too narrow, By false limits of our own; And we magnify his strictness With a zeal he will not own.

5 Pining souls, come nearer Jesus; Come, but come not doubting thus; Come with faith that trusts more freely His great tenderness for us.

6 If our love were but more simple, We should take him at his word; And our lives would be all sunshine In the sweetness of our Lord.

Frederick Faber, ab.

218 Come to Jesus.

(478)

Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, Come to Jesus just now, Just now come to Jesus, Come to Jesus just now.

2 He will save you.

3 Oh, believe him.

4 He is able.

5 He is willing.

6 He'll receive you.

7 Call upon him.

8 He will hear you.

9 Look unto him.

10 He'll forgive you.

11 Flee to Jesus.

12 He will cleanse you.

13 He will clothe you.

14 Jesus loves you.

15 Don't reject him.

16 Only trust him.

17 Hallelujah. Amen.

219 Who'll Be the Next? P.M.

Delay Deplored.

Who'll be the next to follow Jesus? Who'll be the next the cross to bear? Someone is ready, someone is waiting; Who'll be the next a crown to wear?

Ref.—Who'll be the next? Who'll be the next? Who'll be the next to follow Jesus? Who'll be the next to follow Jesus now? Follow Jesus now?

2 Who'll be the next to follow Jesus— Follow his weary, bleeding feet? Who'll be the next to lay ev'ry burden Down at the Father's mercy-seat?

3 Who'll be the next to follow Jesus? Who'll be the next to praise his name? Who'll swell the chorus of free redemption— Sing, hallelujah! praise the Lamb?

4 Who'll be the next to follow Jesus, Down thro' the Jordan's rolling tide? Who'll be the next to join with the ransomed, Singing upon the other side?

Annie S. Hawks.

220 Let Him In. P.M.

The Stranger at the Door.

There's a stranger at the door, Let him in, He has been there oft before, Let him in; Let him in ere he is gone, Let him in, the Holy One, Jesus Christ, the Father's Son, Let him in.

2 Open now to him your heart, Let him in, If you wait he will depart, Let him in; Let him in, he is your Friend, He your soul will sure defend, He will keep you to the end, Let him in.

3 Hear you now his loving voice? Let him in, Now, oh, now make him your choice Let him in; He is standing at the door, Joy to you he will restore, And his name you will adore, Let him in.

4 Now admit the heavenly Guest, Let him in, He will make for you a feast, Let him in; He will speak your sins forgiv'n, And when earth ties all are riven, He will take you home to heaven, Let him in.

Rev. J. B. Atchison.

221 Almost Persuaded. P.M.

"Almost," but Lost. (475)

"Almost persuaded" now to believe; "Almost persuaded" Christ to receive; Seems now some soul to say, "Go, Spirit, go thy way; Some more convenient day On thee I'll call."

2 "Almost persuaded," come, come to-day; "Almost persuaded," turn not away, Jesus invites you here, Angels are ling'ring near, Pray'rs rise from hearts so dear; Oh, wand'rer, come!

3 "Almost persuaded," harvest is past! "Almost persuaded," doom comes at last! "Almost" cannot avail; "Almost" is but to fail! Sad, sad that bitter wail,— "Almost," but lost!

P. P. Bliss.

222 To-Day. 6s & 4s.

(476)

To-day the Savior calls! Ye wand'rers, come, Oh, ye benighted souls, Why longer roam?

2 To-day the Savior calls! Oh, hear him now; Within these sacred walls To Jesus bow.

3 Today the Savior calls! For refuge fly! The storm of justice falls, And death is nigh.

4 The Spirit calls to-day; Yield to his power; Oh, grieve him not away, 'Tis mercy's hour.

223 Greenville. 8s, 7s, & 4s.

Invitation Hymn. (463)

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

2 Now, ye needy, 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 glimmering beam.

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.

Joseph Hart, 1759.

Cho.—Turn to the Lord and seek salvation, Sound the praise of his dear name: Glory, honor, and salvation, Christ, the Lord, is come to reign.

Cho.—I will arise and go to Jesus, He will embrace me in his arms, In the arms of my dear Savior, Oh, there are ten thousand charms!

224 Greenville. 8s, 7s, & 4s.

The Voice of Mercy. (466)

Listen, sinner! mercy hails you; With her sweetest voice she calls; Bids you hasten to the Savior, Ere the hand of justice falls: Listen, sinner! 'Tis the voice of mercy calls.

2 See! the storm of vengeance gathering O'er the path you dare to tread! Hark! the awful thunders rolling Loud and louder o'er your head! Flee, oh, sinner! Lest the lightnings strike you dead.

3 Haste, ah! hasten to the Savior; Sue his mercy while you may; Soon the day of grace is over; Soon your life will pass away, Hasten sinner! You must perish, if you stay.

Andrew Reed, 1817.

225 Rhinehart. 7s & 6s.

Penitents Encouraged. (458)

Dropping souls! no longer mourn, Jesus still is precious; If to him you now return, Heav'n will be propitious; Jesus now is passing by, Calling wand'rers near him; Drooping souls! you need not die, Go to him and hear him!

2 He has pardons full and free, Drooping souls to gladden; Still he cries—"Come unto me, Weary, heavy laden!" Tho' your sins, like mountains high, Rise, and reach to heaven, Soon as you on him rely, All shall be forgiven.

3 Precious is the Savior's name, All his saints adore him; He to save the dying came;— Prostrate bow before him! Wand'ring sinner! now return; Contrite souls! believe him! Jesus calls you; cease to mourn; Worship him; receive him.

Thomas Hastings. 1831.

226 Are You Ready? 8s & 7s.

Judgment Day.

Soon the evening shadows falling Close the day of mortal life; Soon the hand of death appalling Draws thee from its weary strife.

Cho.—Are you ready? are you ready? 'Tis the Spirit calling, why delay? Are you ready? are you ready? Do not linger longer, come to-day.

2 Soon the awful trumpet sounding Calls thee to the judgment throne; Now prepare, for love abounding Yet has left thee not alone.

3 Oh, how fatal 'tis to linger! Art thou ready—ready now? Ready should Death's icy finger Lay its chill upon thy brow?

4 Priceless love and free salvation Freely still are offered thee; Yield no longer to temptation, But from sin and sorrow flee.

J. W. Slaughenhaupt.

227 Windham. L.M.

The Broad Road.

Broad is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there; But wisdom shows a narrow path, With here and there a traveler.

2 "Deny thyself and take thy cross," Is the Redeemer's great command; Nature must count her gold but dross, If she would gain this heavenly land.

3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, And walks the ways of God no more, Is but esteemed almost a saint. And makes his own destruction sure.

4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain; Create my heart entirely new— Which hypocrites could ne'er attain, Which false apostates never knew.

Isaac Watts.

228 Gorton. S.M.

The Second Death. (504)

Oh, where shall rest be found— Rest for the weary soul? 'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole.

2 The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.

3 Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years; And all that life is love.

4 There is a death, whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breath; Oh, what eternal horrors hang Around the second death!

5 Lord God of truth and grace, Teach us that death to shun, Lest we be banished from thy face, And evermore undone.

James Montgomery, 1819.

229 No Room in Heaven. P.M.

Shut Out.

How sad would it be, if when thou didst call, All hopeless and unforgiven, The angel that stands at the beautiful gate, Should answer, No room in heaven.

Ref.—Sad, sad, sad would it be! No room in heaven for thee! No room, no room, No room in heaven for thee!

2 How sad it would be, the harvest all past, The bright summer days all over; To know that the reapers had gathered the grain, And left thee alone forever.

3 Oh, haste thee, and fly, while mercy is near, Remember the love that he gave you; The love that has sought thee is seeking thee still, And Jesus now waits to save you.

W. O. Cushing.

230 When the King Comes in. P.M.

The Final Test.

Called to the feast by the King are we, Sitting, perhaps, where his people be, How will it fare, friend, with thee and me, When the King comes in?

Ref.—When the King comes in, brother, When the King comes in! How will it fare with thee and me When the King comes in?

2 Crowns on the head where the thorns have been, Glorified he who once died for men, Splendid the vision before us then, When the King comes in.

3 Like lightning's flash will that instant show Things hidden long from both friend and foe, Just what we are will each neighbor know, When the King comes in.

4 Joyful his eye shall on each one rest Who is in white wedding garments dressed, Ah, well for us if we stand the test, When the King comes in.

5 Endless the separation then, Bitter the cry of deluded men, Awful that moment beyond all ken, When the King comes in.

6 Lord, grant us all, we implore thee, grace, So to await thee each in his place, That we may fear not to see thy face When thou comest in.

J.E. Landor.

231 When the Door is Shut. P.M.

The Present Invitation.

The door of salvation is open wide, And Jesus invites you to come; While mercy and pardon await within, Oh, enter while yet there is room.

Ref.—When the door once is shut, To entreat will be vain; 'Twill never, no, never Be opened again.

2 The feast of the gospel awaits its guests, The day and the hour are at hand; Ye hungry and perishing souls, draw near; Oh, why do you doubtingly stand?

3 Dear friends, if you ever should stand without, And plead for admittance in vain, You'd think of the Savior's entreating voice, And long for this moment again.

M. E. Servoss.

232 Hebron. L.M.

My Yoke is Easy, My Burden Light. (495)

Oh, that my load of sin were gone; Oh, that I could at last submit At Jesus' feet to lay it down— To lay my soul at Jesus' feet.

2 Rest for my soul I long to find; Savior of all, if mine thou art, Give me the meek and lowly mind, And stamp thine image on my heart.

3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, And fully set my spirit free; I cannot rest till pure within— Till I am wholly lost in thee.

4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God; Thy light and easy burden prove; The cross all stained with hallowed blood, The labor of thy dying love.

5 I would, but thou must give the power; My heart from every sin release; Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, And fill me with thy perfect peace.

Charles Wesley, 1742.

233 Hebron. L.M.

Pardon Penitently Implored. (493)

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, though great, cannot surpass The power and glory of thy grace; Great God, thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pard'ning love be found.

3 Oh, wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean; Here, on my heart, the burden lies And past offenses pain mine eyes.

4 My lips with shame my sins confess, Against thy law, against thy grace; Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemned, but thou art clear.

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

Charles Wesley, 1742.

234 Hebron. L.M.

Deprecating the Withdrawal of the Spirit. (494)

Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay, Though I have done thee such despite, Nor cast the sinner quite away, Nor take thine everlasting flight.

2 Though I have steeled my stubborn heart, And still shook off my guilty fears; And vexed and urged, thee to depart, For many long rebellious years.

3 Though I have most unfaithful been, Of all whoe'er thy grace received! Ten thousand times thy goodness seen; Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved;

4 This only woe I deprecate; This only plague I pray remove; Nor leave me in my lost estate; Nor curse me with this want of love.

5 Now, Lord, my weary soul release, Upraise me with thy gracious hand, And guide into thy perfect peace, And bring me to the promised land.

Charles Wesley, 1749.

235 Woodworth. L.M.

Coming in Humility. (489)

Just as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bidd'st me come to thee, O Lamb of God, I come! 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! I come!

3 Just as I am, tho' tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt, Fightings within, and fears without, O Lamb of God, I come! 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! 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! I come!

6 Just as I am—thy love unknown Hath broken every barrier down; Now to be thine, yea, thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

Charlotte Elliott, 1836.

236 Badea. S.M.

Decision. (506)

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 Tho' late, I all forsake, My friends, my all resign; Gracious Redeemer, take, oh, take, And seal me ever thine.

4 Come and possess me whole, Nor hence again remove; Settle and fix my wav'ring soul With all thy weight of love.

Charles Wesley, 1746.

237 I am Listening. 8s & 7s.

The Call Answered.

Do you hear the Savior calling, By the wooings of his voice? Do you hear the accents falling? Will you make the precious choice?

Ref.—I am list'ning; oh, I'm list'ning Just to hear the accents fall! I am list'ning; oh, I'm list'ning To the Savior's gentle call!

2 By his Spirit he is wooing, Softly drawing us to him, Thro' the day and night pursuing, With his gentle voice to win.

3 By the Word of Truth he's speaking To the wand'ring, erring ones; List! the voice the stillness breaking! Hear the sweet and solemn tones!

4 In his providential dealings, Even in his stern decrees, In the loudest thunders pealing, Or the murm'ring of the breeze.

W. S. Marshall.

238 I Do Believe. C.M.

Unwearied Earnestness. (491)

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

Cho.—I do believe, I now believe That Jesus died for me; And thro' his blood, his precious blood, I shall from sin be free.

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; And all my wants thou would'st relieve, In this accepted hour.

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

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

6 How would my fainting soul rejoice, Could I but see thy face; Now let me hear thy quick'ning voice, And taste thy pard'ning grace.

Charles Wesley

239 I Do Believe. C.M.

The Friend of Sinners. (485)

Jesus! thou art the sinner's Friend; As such I look to thee; Now, in the fullness of thy love, O Lord! remember me.

2 Remember thy pure word of grace,— Remember Calvary; Remember all thy dying groans, And, then, remember me.

3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God! I yield myself to thee; While thou art sitting on thy throne, Dear Lord! remember me.

4 Lord! I am guilty—I am vile, But thy salvation's free; Then, in thine all abounding grace, Dear Lord! remember me.

Richard Burnham, 1783, a.

240 Brown. C.M.

Approaching the Mercy-Seat. (482)

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 souls to thee, And such, O Lord, am I.

3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, By Satan sorely pressed; By wars without and fears within, I come to thee for rest.

4 Oh, wondrous love! to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame; That guilty sinners, such as I, Might plead thy gracious name.

John Newton, 1779.

241 Take Me As I Am. P.M.

No Hope in Self.

Jesus, my Lord, to thee I cry; Unless thou help me, I must die; Oh, bring thy free salvation nigh And take me as I am.

Ref.—Take me as I am, Take me as I am; Oh, bring thy free salvation nigh, And take me as I am.

2 Helpless I am, and full of guilt, But yet for me thy blood was spilt, And thou canst make me as thou wilt, But take me as I am.

3 I thirst, I long to know thy love, Thy full salvation I would prove; But since to thee I cannot move Oh, take me as I am.

4 If thou hast work for me to do, Inspire my will, my heart renew, And work both in and by me, too, But take me as I am.

5 And when at last the work is done. The battle o'er, the victory won, Still, still my cry shall be alone, Oh, take me as I am.

Eliza H. Hamilton.

242 Fix Your Eyes Upon Jesus. P.M.

The Source of Peace.

Would you lose your load of sin? Fix your eyes upon Jesus; Would you know God's peace within? Fix your eyes upon Jesus.

Cho.—Jesus who on the cross did die, Jesus who lives and reigns on high, He alone can justify; Fix your eyes upon Jesus.

2 Would you calmly walk the wave? Fix your eyes upon Jesus; Would you know his pow'r to save? Fix your eyes upon Jesus.

3 Would you have your cares grow light? Fix your eyes upon Jesus; Would you songs have in the night? Fix your eyes upon Jesus.

4 Grieving, would you comfort know? Fix your eyes upon Jesus; Humble be when blessings flow? Fix your eyes upon Jesus.

5 Would you strength in weakness have? Fix your eyes upon Jesus; See a light beyond the grave? Fix your eyes upon Jesus.

D. W. Whittle.

243 At the Cross. C.M.

Rom. 5:2. (664)

I stand; but not as once I did, Beneath my load of guilt; The blessed Jesus bore it all— For me his blood was spilt.

2 I stand; but not on Calvary's Mount, With arms around the cross; I have been there, and left behind Earth's pleasures, joys, and dross.

3 I stand e'en now where he appears, In union with my Lord; In him I'm saved, oh, wondrous thought. I read it in his word.

4 Oh, bless the Lord! in him alone— In him we are complete; We live by faith! but soon in sight Our coming Christ we'll greet.

Unknown.

244 At the Cross. C.M.

Salvation at the Cross. (492)

Oh, wondrous, deep, unbounded love, My Savior, can it be That thou hast borne the crown of thorns And suffered death for me?

Cho.—At the cross, at the cross, where I first saw the light And, the burden of my heart rolled away— It was there by faith I received my sight, And now I am happy all the day.

2 I kneel, repenting, at thy feet, I give myself to thee; I plead thy merits, thine alone, For thou hast died for me.

3 Oh, let me plunge beneath the tide, For sinners flowing free, Then rise, renewed by grace divine, And shout salvation free.

4 And when I reach thy place above, My sweetest notes will be, Redemption through a Savior's name, Who bled and died for me.

Fanny Crosby, 1873.

245 Saved by Faith. P.M.

Justified by Faith.

I have found redemption in the Savior's blood, I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood; I am sweetly trusting in the word of God I am saved by faith in his blood.

Cho.—I am saved, yes, sweetly saved, I am saved by faith in the blood he shed for me, I am saved, yes, sweetly saved, I am saved by faith in his blood.

2 Oh, how sweet the story of his wondrous grace, I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood; I will trust in Jesus while I run my race, I am saved by faith in his blood.

3 I will sing of Jesus while the days go by, I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood; I will trust his promise, on his strength rely, I am saved by faith in his blood.

4 I will keep on singing as I march along, I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood; In my home in glory this shall be my song, I am saved by faith in his blood.

246 Only Trust Him. C.M.

Peace in Believing.

Come, ev'ry soul by sin oppressed, There's mercy with the Lord; And he will surely give you rest By trusting in his word.

Cho.—Only trust him, only trust him, Only trust him now; He will save you, he will save you, He will save you now.

2 For Jesus shed his precious blood Rich blessings to bestow; Plunge now into the crimson flood That washes white as snow.

3 Yes, Jesus is the Truth, the Way, That leads you into rest; Believe in him without delay, And you are fully blest.

4 Come, then, and join this holy band, And on to glory go, To dwell in that celestial land, Where joys immortal flow.

J. H. Stockton.

247 Is My Name Written There? P.M.

The Book of Life.

Lord, I care not for riches, Neither silver nor gold; I would make sure of heaven, I would enter the fold. In the book of thy kingdom, With its pages so fair, Tell me, Jesus, my Savior, Is my name written there?

Cho.—Is my name written there? On the page white and fair? In the book of thy kingdom, Is my name written there?

2 Lord, my sins, they are many, Like the sands of the sea, But thy blood, oh, my Savior, Is sufficient for me; For thy promise is written, In bright letters that glow, "Tho' your sins be as scarlet, I will make them like snow."

3 Oh, that beautiful city, With its mansions of light, With its glorified beings, In pure garments of white; Where no evil thing cometh To despoil what is fair; Where the angels are watching, Yes, my name's written there.

Mrs. Mary A. Kidder.

248 Convert. P.M.

Joy in Christ.

Oh, how happy are they Who their Savior 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 sweet 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' name.

3 'Twas a heaven below My Redeemer to know, And the angels could do nothing more Than to 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 such a rebel as me.

5 On the wings of his love I was carried above All sin and temptation and pain, And I could not believe That I ever should grieve— That I ever should suffer again.

6 I then rode on the sky, Freely justified I, Nor did envy Elijah his seat; My soul mounted higher, In a chariot of tire, 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 Savior possessed, I was perfectly blest, As if filled with the fullness of God.

8 Never more will I stray From my Savior away, But I'll follow the Lamb till I die; I will take up my cross, And count all things but loss, Till I meet with my Lord in the sky.

Charles Wesley.

249 Hallowed Spot. P.M.

The Place of Conversion. (249)

There is a spot to me more dear Than native vale or mountain; A spot to which affection's tear Springs grateful from its fountain; 'Tis not where kindred souls abound— Tho' that is almost heaven— But where I first my Savior found, And felt my sins forgiven.

2 Hard was my toil to reach the shore, Long tossed upon the ocean, Above me was the thunder's roar, Beneath, the wave's commotion. Darkly the pall of night was thrown Around me, faint with terror; In that dark hour how did my groans Ascend for years of error.

3 Sinking and panting as for breath, I knew not help was nigh me, And cried, O save me, Lord, from death— Immortal Jesus, hear me. Then, quick as thought, I felt him mine— My Savior stood before me; I saw his brightness round me shine, And shouted glory, glory.

4 O sacred hour, O hallowed spot! Where love divine first found me; Wherever falls my distant lot, My heart shall linger round thee: And as from earth I rise, to soar Up to my home in heaven, Down will I cast my eyes once more, Where I was first forgiven.

William Hunter, D. D.

250 Boylston. S.M.

The Need of Conversion

How solemn are the words, And yet to faith how plain, Which Jesus uttered while on earth— "Ye must be born again!"

2 "Ye must be born again!" For so hath God decreed; No reformation will suffice— 'Tis life poor sinners need.

3 "Ye must be born again!" And life in Christ must have; In vain the soul may elsewhere go— 'Tis he alone can save.

4 "Ye must be born again!" Or never enter heaven; 'Tis only blood-washed ones are there— The ransomed and forgiven.

Anon.

251 It is Well with My Soul. P.M.

The Soul Redeemed.

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows, like sea-billows, roll; Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say, It is well, it is well with my soul.

Cho.—It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul.

2 Tho' Satan should buffet, tho' trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate, And hath shed his own blood for my soul.

3 My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious tho't— My sin—not in part but the whole, Is nailed to his cross and I bear it no more, Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soul!

4 And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll, The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend, "Even so"—it is well with my soul.

H.G. Spafford.

252 Hallelujah! 'Tis Done. 12s.

An Accomplished Work.

'Tis the promise of God, full salvation to give Unto him who on Jesus, his Son, will believe

Cho.—Hallelujah! 'tis done, I believe on the Son; I am saved by the blood of the crucified One.

2 Tho' the pathway be lonely, and dangerous, too, Surely Jesus is able to carry me through.

3 Many loved ones have I in yon heavenly throng; They are safe now in glory, and this is their song:

4 Little children I see standing close by their King, And he smiles as their song of salvation they sing.

5 There are prophets and kings in that throng I behold, And they sing as they march thro' the streets of pure gold,

6 There's a part in that chorus for you and for me, And the theme of our praises forever will be.

253 Bartimeus. 8s & 7s.

From Darkness to Light. (522)

Lord! I know thy grace is nigh me, Thee thyself I cannot see; Jesus, Master! pass not by me; Son of David! pity me.

2 While I sit in weary blindness, Longing for the blessed light, Many taste thy loving kindness; "Lord! I would receive my sight."

3 I would see thee and adore thee, And thy word the power can give; Hear the sightless soul implore thee; Let me see thy face and live.

4 Ah! what touch is this that thrills me? What this burst of strange delight? Lo! the rapturous vision fills me! This is Jesus! this is sight!

5 Room, ye saints that throng behind him! Let me follow in the way; I will teach the blind to find him Who can turn their night to day.

H.D. Ganse.

254 Bartimeus. 8s & 7s.

The Blind Man Healed. (521)

"Mercy, oh, thou Son of David!" Thus blind Bartimeus prayed; "Others by thy word are saved, Now to me afford thine aid."

2 Many for his crying chid him,— But he called the louder still; Till the gracious Savior bade him,— "Come, and ask me what you will."

3 Money was not what he wanted, Though by begging used to live; But he asked, and Jesus granted, Alms which none but he could give.

4 "Lord! remove this grievous blindness, Let mine eyes behold the day!" Straight he saw, and, won by kindness, Followed Jesus in the way.

5 Oh! methinks I hear him praising, Publishing to all around, "Friends! is not my case amazing? What a Savior I have found!

6 "Oh! that all the blind but knew him, And would be advised by me! Surely would they hasten to him, He would cause them all to see."

John Newton, 1779.

255 Sitting at the Feet of Jesus. P.M.

Oh, the peace that fills my soul, Sitting at the feet of Jesus; Cleansed from sin, made free and whole, Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

Cho.—This is my abiding place, Clothed with his abounding grace, Looking upward to his face, Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

2 Christ is mine in storm and calm, Sitting at the feet of Jesus; All my wounds are filled with balm, Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

3 Here I rest from toil and strife, Sitting at the feet of Jesus; Safe beneath the Tree of Life, Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

4 Come ye guilty and be healed, Sitting at the feet of Jesus; Freely is God's love revealed, Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

Priscilla J. Owens.

256 Ortonville. C.M.

Prayer for Entire Purification. (649)

Forever here my rest shall be, Close to thy bleeding side; 'Tis all my hope and all my plea, "For me the Savior died."

2 My dying Savior and my God, Fountain for guilt and sin, Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, And cleanse and keep me clean.

3 Wash me and make me thus thine own, Wash me, and mine thou art! Wash me, but not my feet alone, My hands, my head, my heart!

4 Th' atonement of thy blood apply Till faith to sight improve, Till hope in full fruition die, And all my soul be love.

Charles Wesley, 1740.

257 Ortonville. C.M.

The Believer's Rest. (654)

Lord, I believe a rest remains To all thy people known; A rest where pure enjoyment reigns, And thou art loved alone.

2 A rest where all our soul's desire Is fixed on things above; Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, Cast out by perfect love.

3 Oh, that I now the rest might know, Believe and enter in: Now, Savior, now the power bestow, And let me cease from sin.

4 Remove this hardness from my heart; This unbelief remove: To me the rest of faith impart— The Sabbath of thy love.

Charles Wesley.

258 Ortonville. C.M.

Longing for Christ. (648)

Oh! could I find from day to day, A nearness to my God; Then should my hours glide sweet away, And live upon thy word.

2 Lord! I desire with thee to live. Anew from day to day, In joys the world can never give, Nor ever take away.

3 O Jesus! come and rule my heart And I'll be wholly thine; And never, nevermore depart; For thou art wholly mine.

4 Thus, till my last expiring breath, Thy goodness I'll adore; And, when my flesh dissolves in death, My soul shall love thee more.

Benjamin Cleveland, 1790.

259 Ortonville. C.M.

Self-Dedication. (662)

Welcome, O Savior! to my heart; Possess thine humble throne; Bid every rival hence depart, And claim me for thine own.

2 The world and Satan I forsake,— To thee I all resign; My longing heart, O Jesus! take, And make it all divine.

3 Oh! may I never turn aside, Nor from thy bosom flee; Let nothing here my heart divide— I give it all to thee.

Hugh Bourne, 1825.

260 Rhine. C.M.

Prayer for Entire Sanctification. (652)

My God, I know, I feel thee mine, And will not quit my claim Till all I have is lost in thine, And all renewed I am.

2 I hold thee with a trembling hand, And will not let thee go, Till steadfastly by faith I stand And all thy goodness know.