3 Jesus, thine all-victorious love Shed in my heart abroad: Then shall my feet no longer rove, Rooted and fixed in God.

4 Refining fire, go through my heart, Illuminate my soul; Scatter thy life through every part, And sanctify the whole.

Charles Wesley.

261 Bemerton. C.M.

Self-Consecration. (646)

My God! accept my heart this day, And make it always thine, That I from thee no more may stray, No more from thee decline.

2 Before the cross of him who died, Behold I prostrate fall; Let every sin be crucified; Let Christ be All in All.

3 May the dear blood, once shed for me, My blest atonement prove, That I, from first to last, may be The purchase of thy love.

4 Let every thought, and work, and word, To thee be ever given; Then life shall be thy service, Lord! And death the gate of heaven.

Matthew Bridges, 1848.

262 Uxbridge. L.M.

Living to Christ Alone. (815)

My gracious Lord! I own thy right To every service I can pay, And call it my supreme delight, To hear thy dictates and obey.

2 What is my being, but for thee, Its sure support, its noblest end? Thine ever-smiling face to see, And serve the cause of such a Friend.

3 I would not breathe for worldly joy, Or to increase my worldly good; Nor future days or powers employ, To spread a sounding name abroad.

4 'Tis to my Savior I would live, To him, who for my ransom died; Nor could all worldly honor give Such bliss as crowns me at his side.

Philip Doddridge. 1740.

263 Gratitude. L.M.

God Wills Our Holiness. (679)

He wills that I should holy be; That holiness I long to feel; That full divine conformity To all my Savior's righteous will.

2 See, Lord, the travail of thy soul Accomplished in the change of mine; And plunge me, every whit made whole, In all the depths of love divine.

3 On thee, O God, my soul is stayed, And waits to prove thine utmost will; The promise by thy mercy made, Thou canst, thou wilt in me fulfill.

4 No more I stagger at thy power, Or doubt thy truth, which cannot move; Hasten the long-expected hour, And bless me with thy perfect love.

Charles Wesley.

264 Duane Street. L.M.D.

The Way to God.

Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone, He whom I fixed my hopes upon; His track I see, and I'll pursue The narrow way till him I view. The way the holy prophets went, The road that leads from banishment; The King's highway of holiness; I'll go, for all his paths are peace.

2 This is the way I long have sought, And mourned because I found it not; My grief a burden long has been, Because I was not saved from sin. The more I strove against its power, I felt its weight and guilt the more; Till late I heard my Savior say, "Come hither, soul, I am the way."

3 Lo! glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb, Shalt take me to thee, as I am; Nothing but sin have I to give; Nothing but love shall I receive. Then will I tell to sinners round, What a dear Savior I have found; I'll point to thy redeeming blood, And say, "Behold the way to God."

John Cennick, 1743

265 Duane Street. L.M.D.

Bought with a Price.

Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, Purchased and saved by blood divine, With full consent thine I would be, And own thy sovereign right in me.

2 Grant one poor sinner more a place Among the children of thy grace; A wretched sinner, lost to God, But ransomed by Immanuel's blood.

3 Thine would I live, thine would I die, Be thine through all eternity; The vow is past beyond repeal; And now I set the solemn seal.

4 Here at that cross where flows the blood, That bought my guilty soul for God, Thee, my new Master now I call, And consecrate to thee my all.

Rev. Samuel Davies, 1769. ab.

266 Ellesdie. 8s & 7s. D.

Leaving All to Follow Christ. (704)

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

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

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

4 Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer; Heaven's eternal day's before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thy earthly mission, Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days; Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

Henry Francis Lyte, 1829.

267 Autumn. 8s & 7s. Double.

Desiring Sanctification. (701)

Love divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down; Fix in us thy humble dwelling; All thy faithful mercies crown; Jesus, thou art all compassion; Pure, unbounded love thou art; Visit us with thy salvation; Enter every trembling heart.

2 Breathe, oh, breathe thy Holy Spirit Into every troubled breast, Let us all thy grace inherit; Let us find thy promised rest; Take away the love of sinning; Take our load of guilt away; End the work of thy beginning; Bring us to eternal day.

3 Carry on thy new creation; Pure and holy may we be; Let us see our whole salvation Perfectly secured by thee: Change from glory into glory, Till in heaven we take our place, Till we cast our crowns before thee, Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

Charles Wesley, 1747.

268 Autumn. 8s & 7s. Double.

Union with Jesus. (700)

In thy service will I ever, Jesus, my Redeemer, stay; Nothing me from thee shall sever, Gladly would I go thy way. Yes, Lord Jesus, I am ever Thine in sorrow and in joy; Death the union shall not sever, Nor eternity destroy.

2 Let thy light on me be shining When the day is almost gone, When the evening is declining, And the night is drawing on: Bless me, oh, my Savior! laying Thy hands on my weary head; "Here thy day is ended," saying, "Yonder live the faithful dead."

3 Stay beside me, when the stillness And the icy touch of death Fill my trembling soul with chillness, Like the morning's frosty breath; As my failing eyes grow dimmer, Let my spirit grow more bright, As I see the first faint glimmer Of the everlasting light.

P. Spitta, 1833.

269 Even Me. 8s & 7s.

Pass Me Not. (523)

Lord! I hear of showers of blessing, Thou art scattering, broad and free; Showers, the thirsty land refreshing; Let their fullness fall on me.

Ref.—Even me, even me, Let their fullness fall on me.

2 Pass me not, oh, gracious Father! Sinful, though my heart may be; Thou might'st curse me, but the rather Let thy mercy fall on me.

3 Pass me not, oh, tender Savior! Let me love and cling to thee; I am longing for thy favor; When thou comest, call for me.

4 Pass me not, oh, mighty Spirit! Thou canst make the blind to see; Witnesser of Jesus' merit, Speak the word of power to me.

5 Have I long in sin been sleeping, Long been slighting, grieving thee? Has the world my heart been keeping? Oh! forgive and rescue me.

6 Love of God, so pure and changeless,— Blood of God, so rich and free,— Grace of God, so strong and boundless,— Magnify them all in me.

Elizabeth Coduer, 1860.

270 Even Me. 8s & 7s.

Self-Consecration. (524)

Take me, oh, my Father! take me, Take me, save me, through thy Son; That which thou would'st have me, make me, Let thy will in me be done.

2 Long from thee my footsteps straying, Thorny proved the way I trod; Weary come I now, and praying— Take me to thy love, my God!

3 Fruitless years with grief recalling, Humbly I confess my sin; At thy feet, O Father! falling, To thy household take me in.

4 Freely now to thee I proffer This relenting heart of mine; Freely, life and soul I offer— Gift unworthy love like thine.

5 Once the world's Redeemer dying, Bore our sins upon the tree; On that sacrifice relying, Now I look in hope to thee.

6 Father! take me; all forgiving, Fold me to thy loving breast; In thy hope forever living, I must be forever blest!

Ray Palmer, 1865.

271 Ferguson. S.M.

Restore My Peace. (637)

O Jesus! full of grace, To thee I make my moan: Let me again behold thy face— Call home thy banished one.

2 Again my pardon seal, Again my soul restore, And freely my backslidings heal, And bid me sin no more.

3 Thine utmost mercy show; Say to my drooping soul— In peace and full assurance go; Thy faith hath made thee whole.

Charles Wesley, 1756.

272 I Cannot Do Without Thee. 7s & 6s.

Dependence on Christ.

I cannot do without thee, O Savior of the lost! Whose precious blood redeemed me At such tremendous cost.

Cho.—I cannot, would not, Dare not, could not, Will not do without thee. I have no strength or goodness, No wisdom of my own.

2 I cannot do without thee, I cannot stand alone; I have no strength or goodness, No wisdom of my own.

3 I cannot do without thee, I do not know the way; Thou knowest and thou leadest, And wilt not let me stray.

4 I cannot do without thee, For years are fleeting fast, And soon, in solemn loneliness, The river must be passed.

Frances H. Havergal, Alt.

273 Ferguson. S.M.

Absorbed in Christ. (635)

Mine eyes and my desire Are ever to the Lord; I love to plead his promises, And rest upon his word.

2 Lord, turn thee to my soul; Bring thy salvation near; When will thy hand release my feet From sin's destructive snare?

3 When shall the sov'reign grace Of my forgiving God Restore me from those dangerous ways My wand'ring feet have trod?

4 Oh, keep my soul from death, Nor put my hope to shame; For I have placed my only trust In my Redeemer's name.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

274 Trusting. 7s.

At the Cross. (694)

I am coming to the cross; I am poor, and weak, and blind; I am counting all but dross; I shall thy salvation find.

Cho.—I am trusting, Lord, in thee, Blest Lamb of Calvary; Humbly at thy cross I bow; Save me, Jesus, save me now.

2 Long my heart has sighed for thee; Long has evil reigned within; Jesus sweetly speaks to me— I will cleanse you from all sin.

3 Here I give my all to thee— Friends, and time, and earthly store; Soul and body thine to be— Wholly thine—forevermore.

4 In the promises I trust; Now I feel the blood applied; I am prostrate in the dust; I with Christ am crucified.

5 Jesus comes! he fills my soul! Perfected in love I am! I am ev'ry whit made whole; Glory! glory to the Lamb!

Wm. McDonald.

275 I'll Live for Him. P.M.

Dedication of Self.

My life, my love I give to thee, Thou Lamb of God, who died for me; Oh, may I ever faithful be My Savior and my God.

Cho.—I'll live for him who died for me, How happy, then, my life shall be! I'll live for him who died for me, My Savior and my God.

2 I now believe thou dost receive, For thou hast died that I might live; And now henceforth I'll trust in thee, My Savior and my God.

3 Oh, thou who died on Calvary, To save my soul and make me free, I consecrate my life to thee, My Savior and my God.

276 Take My Heart, Dear Jesus. P.M.

The Offered Heart.

Take my heart, dear Jesus, Make it all thine own, Let thy Holy Spirit Break this heart of stone, And make me all thine own.

Cho.—Take my heart, and let it be Ev'ry moment more like thee; At thy feet I bow; Take my heart just now, And make me all thine own.

2 Take my heart, dear Jesus, Make it pure and clean; Let thy blood, still flowing, Wash away my sin, And make me pure and clean.

3 Take my heart, dear Jesus, Make it white as snow; May the cleansing fountain, May the precious flow, Still keep me white as snow.

Baltzell

277 Entire Consecration. 7s.

Self-Dedication

Take my life, and let it be Consecrated, Lord, to thee; Take my hands and let them move At the impulse of thy love.

Cho.—Wash me in the Savior's precious blood, the precious blood, Cleanse me in its purifying flood, the healing flood, Lord, I give to thee my life and all, to be Thine, henceforth, eternally.

2 Take my feet, and let them be Swift and beautiful for thee; Take my voice, and let me sing Always, only for my King

3 Take my lips, and let them be Filled with messages for thee; Take my silver and my gold— Not a mite would I withhold.

4 Take my moments and my days, Let them flow in endless praise; Take my intellect, and use Ev'ry pow'r as thou shalt choose.

5 Take my will, and make it thine; It shall be no longer mine; Take my heart,—it is thine own,— It shall be thy royal throne.

6 Take my love,—my Lord, I pour At thy feet its treasure-store! Take myself, and I will be Ever, only, all for thee!

Frances Ridley Havergal.

278 Draw Me to Thee. 8s & 6s.

Nearness to Christ Desired.

Lord, weak and impotent I stand, As fettered by an unseen hand; Break thou the strong and subtle band, And draw me close to thee.

Cho.—Draw me close to thee, Savior, Draw me close to thee; Beneath thy wing do thou me hide, And draw me close to thee.

2 In vain I struggle to be free; I would, but cannot, fly to thee; Ope thou the prison door for me, And draw me close to thee.

3 Oh, bring me nearer, nearer still, That thine own peace my soul may fill, And I may rest in thy sweet will; Lord, draw me close to thee.

4 Here, Lord, I would forever bide, And never wander from thy side; Beneath thy wing do thou me hide, And draw me close to thee.

M.A.W. Cook.

279 Draw Me to Thee. 8s & 6s.

Clinging to Christ. (668)

O holy Savior! Friend unseen, Since on thine arm thou bid'st me lean, Help me, throughout life's changing scene, By faith to cling to thee!

Cho.—Help me cling to thee, Savior, Help me cling to thee! Help me, throughout life's changing scene, By faith to cling to thee!

2 Without a murmur I dismiss My former dreams of earthly bliss; My joy, my recompense be this, Each hour to cling to thee!

3 Though faith and hope are often tried, I ask not, need not, aught beside; So safe, so calm, so satisfied, The soul that clings to thee!

Charlotte Elliott.

280 Draw Me Nearer. P.M.

Communion with Christ.

I am thine, O Lord, I have heard thy voice, And it told thy love to me; But I long to rise in the arms of faith, And be closer drawn to thee.

Ref.—Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, To the cross where thou hast died; Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, To thy precious, bleeding side.

2 Consecrate me now to thy service, Lord, By the pow'r of grace divine; Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope, And my will be lost in thine.

3 O the pure delight of a single hour That before thy throne I spend, When I kneel in pray'r, and with thee, my God, I commune as friend with friend.

4 There are depths of love that I cannot know Till I cross the narrow sea, There are heights of joy that I may not reach Till I rest in peace with thee.

Fanny J. Crosby.

281 Whiter Than Snow. 11s.

Desire for Purity.

Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole; I want thee forever to live in my soul; Break down ev'ry idol, cast out ev'ry foe; Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

Cho.—Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow; Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

2 Lord Jesus, look down from thy throne in the skies, And help me to make a complete sacrifice; I give up myself and whatever I know— Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

3 Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly entreat; I wait, blessed Lord, at thy crucified feet, By faith for my cleansing, I see thy blood flow— Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

4 Lord Jesus, thou seest I patiently wait; Come now, and within me a new heart create; To those who have sought thee, thou never said'st no— Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

James Nicholson.

282 Are You Washed in the Blood? P.M.

Resting in Christ's Merits.

Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing pow'r? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Are you fully trusting in his grace this hour? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

Cho.—Are you washed in the blood, In the soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb? Are your garments spotless, are they white as snow? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

2 Are you walking daily by the Savior's side? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Do you rest each moment in the Crucified? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

3 When the Bridegroom cometh will your robes be white, Pure and white in the blood of the Lamb? Will your soul be ready for the mansions bright? And be washed in the blood of the Lamb?

4 Lay aside the garments that are stained with sin, And be washed in the blood of the Lamb; There's a fountain flowing for the soul unclean, Oh, be washed in the blood of the Lamb.

E.A. Hoffman.

283 The Cleansing Wave. C.M.

It Cleanseth Me.

Oh, now I see the crimson wave, The fountain deep and wide; Jesus, my Lord, mighty to save, Points to his wounded side.

Cho.—The cleansing stream I see! I see! I plunge, and oh, it cleanseth me; Oh, praise the Lord! it cleanseth me, It cleanseth me, yes, cleanseth me.

2 I rise to walk in heaven's own light, Above the world and sin, With heart made pure, and garments white, And Christ enthroned within.

3 Amazing grace! 'tis heaven below To feel the blood applied; And Jesus, only Jesus know, My Jesus crucified.

Mrs. Phoebe Palmer

284 Beulah Land. L.M.

Rest of Faith.

I've reached the land of corn and wine. And all its riches freely mine; Here shines undimmed one blissful day, For all my night has passed away.

Cho.—O Beulah land, sweet Beulah land, As on thy highest mount I stand, I look away across the sea, Where mansions are prepared for me, And view the shining glory shore, My heaven, my home forevermore.

2 The Savior comes and walks with me, And sweet communion here have we; He gently leads me with his hand, For this is heaven's border land.

3 A sweet perfume upon the breeze, Is borne from ever vernal trees, And flowers that never fading grow Where streams of life forever flow.

4 The zephyrs seem to float to me, Sweet sounds of heaven's melody, As angels, with the white-robed throng, Join in the sweet redemption song.

Edgar Page Stites.

285 The Land of Beulah. 8s & 7s. D.

Beulah Land.

I am dwelling on the mountain, Where the golden sunlight gleams O'er a land whose wondrous beauty Far exceeds my fondest dreams; Where the air is pure ethereal, Laden with the breath of flow'rs, They are blooming by the fountain, 'Neath the amaranthine bow'rs.

Cho.—Is not this land of Beulah, Blessed, blessed land of light? Where the flowers bloom forever, And the sun is always bright.

2 I can see far down the mountains, Where I wandered weary years, Often hindered in my journey By the ghosts of doubts and fears; Broken vows and disappointments, Thickly sprinkled all the way, But the Spirit led unerring, To the land I hold to-day.

3 I am drinking at the fountain, Where I ever would abide; For I've tasted life's pure river, And my soul is satisfied; There's no thirsting for life's pleasures, Nor adorning, rich and gay, For I've found a richer treasure. One that fadeth not away.

4 Tell me not of heavy crosses, Nor the burdens hard to bear, For I've found this great salvation Makes each burden light appear; And I love to follow Jesus, Gladly counting all but dross, Worldly honors all forsaking For the glory of the cross.

5 Oh, the cross has wondrous glory! Oft I've proved this to be true; When I'm in the way so narrow I can see a pathway thro'; And how sweetly Jesus whispers: Take the cross, thou need'st not fear, For I've tried this way before thee. And the glory lingers near.

Rev. Wm. Hunter.

286 Ortonville. C.M.

Christ Incomparable. (590)

Majestic sweetness sits enthroned Upon the Savior's brow; His head with radiant glories crowned, His lips with grace o'erflow.

2 No mortal can with him compare Among the sons of men; Fairer is he, than all the fair Who fill the heavenly train.

3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, And flew to my relief; For me he bore the shameful cross, And carried all my grief.

4 To heaven, the place of his abode, He brings my weary feet; Shows me the glories of my God, And makes my joys complete.

Samuel Stennett, 1787.

287 Ortonville. C.M.

Christ Jesus, All in All. (591)

I've found the pearl of greatest price! My heart doth sing for joy; And sing I must, for Christ is mine! Christ shall my song employ.

2 Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King; My Prophet full of light, My great High Priest before the throne, My King of heavenly might.

3 Christ is my peace; he died for me, For me he gave his blood; And, as my wondrous Sacrifice, Offered himself to God.

4 Christ Jesus is my All in All,— My Comfort, and my Love; My Life below, and he shall be My Joy and Crown above.

John Mason, 1683. a.

288 Ortonville. C.M.

Invitation to Praise the Redeemer. (588)

Oh, for a thousand tongues, to sing My great Redeemer's praise, The glories of my God and King The triumphs of his grace.

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

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

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

5 He speaks—and, list'ning to his voice New life the dead receive; The mournful, broken hearts rejoice, The humble poor believe.

6 Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb, Your loosened tongues employ; Ye blind, behold your Savior come; And leap, ye lame, for joy.

Charles Wesley, 1740.



289 Henry. C.M.

Praise to Christ. (596)

Come, let us all unite to praise The Savior of mankind; Our thankful hearts in solemn lays Be with our voices joined.

2 O Lord! we cannot silent be; By love we are constrained To offer our best thanks to thee, Our Savior, and our Friend.

3 Let every tongue thy goodness show, And spread abroad thy fame; Let every heart with praise o'erflow, And bless thy sacred name.

4 Worship and honor, thanks and love, Be to our Jesus given, By men below, by hosts above, By all in earth and heaven.

Martin Madan (?), 1760.

290 Cambridge. C.M.

The Incarnation. (206)

Awake, awake, the sacred song, To our incarnate Lord; Let every heart and every tongue Adore th' eternal Word.

2 That awful Word, that sovereign Power, By whom the worlds were made; Oh, happy morn—illustrious hour— Was once in flesh arrayed.

3 To dwell with misery here below, The Savior left the skies, And sunk to wretchedness and woe, That worthless man might rise.

4 Adoring angels tuned their songs, To hail the joyful day; With rapture, then, let human tongues Their grateful worship pay.

Anne Steele, 1760

291 St. Agnes. C.M.

Jesus Our Joy. (548)

Jesus, the very tho't of thee With sweetness fills my breast; But sweeter far thy face to see, And in thy presence rest.

2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the mem'ry find A sweeter sound than thy blest name, O Savior of mankind!

3 Oh, hope of ev'ry contrite heart! Oh, joy of all the meek! To those who fall, how kind thou art! How good to those who seek.

4 And those who find thee, find a bliss Nor tongue nor pen can show; The love of Jesus, what it is None but his loved ones know.

5 Jesus! our only joy be thou, As thou our prize wilt be; Jesus! be thou our glory now, And through eternity.

Bernard of Clairvaux, 1140. Tr. F. Caswall, 1848.

292 St. Agnes. C.M.

All-Absorbing Love. (551)

O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord! Forgive me, if I say, For very love, thy sacred name A thousand times a day.

2 I love thee so, I know not how My transports to control; Thy love is like a burning fire Within my very soul.

3 Oh, wonderful! that thou should'st let So vile a heart as mine Love thee with such a love as this, And make so free with thine!

4 O Light in darkness, Joy in grief! O Heaven begun on earth! Jesus my Love, my Treasure! who Can tell what thou art worth?

5 O Jesus, Jesus, sweetest Lord! What art thou not to me? Each hour brings joys before unknown, Each day new liberty.

Frederick Wm. Faber, 1848.

293 St. Agnes. C.M.

Supreme Love to Christ. (545)

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

2 Do not I love thee, from my soul? Then let me nothing love; Dead be my heart to every joy, Which thou dost not approve.

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

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

Philip Doddridge, 1750.

294 How I Love Jesus. C.M.

The Dearest Name. (537)

There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing its worth; It sounds like music in mine ear, The sweetest name on earth.

Cho.—Oh, how I love Jesus, Oh, how I love Jesus, Oh, how I love Jesus, Because he first loved me.

2 It tells me of a Savior's love, Who died to set me free; It tells me of his precious blood, The sinner's perfect plea.

3 It tells me what my Father hath In store for every day, And, though I tread a darksome path, Yields sunshine all the way.

4 It tells of One, whose loving heart Can feel my deepest woe, Who in each sorrow bears a part, That none can bear below.

Frederick Whitfield, 1859.

295 How I Love Jesus. C.M.

The Precious Name. (538)

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear; It soothes his sorrow, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest.

3 Dear Name, the rock on which I build, My shield and hiding-place; My never-failing treasure, filled With boundless stores of grace.

4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Savior, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King, My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring.

5 I would thy boundless love proclaim With every fleeting breath, So shall the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death.

John Newton, 1779

296 Webb. 7s & 6s. D.

The Joyful Prospect.

Oh, when shall I see Jesus, And reign with him above? And drink the flowing fountain Of everlasting love? When shall I be delivered From this vain world of sin? And with my blessed Jesus Drink endless pleasures in?

2 But now I am a soldier, My Captain's gone before; He's given me my orders, And tells me not to fear; And if I hold out faithful, A crown of life he'll give, And all his valiant soldiers Eternal life shall have.

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

4 Oh! do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend; And if you lack for knowledge, He'll not forget to lend: Neither will he upbraid you, Though often you request; He'll give you grace to conquer, And take you home to rest.

Anon.

297 Webb. 7s & 6s, D.

Praise to the Savior. (622)

To thee, my God and Savior! My heart exulting sings, Rejoicing in thy favor, Almighty King of kings! I'll celebrate thy glory, With all thy saints above, And tell the joyful story Of thy redeeming love.

2 Soon as the morn with roses Bedecks the dewy east, And when the sun reposes Upon the ocean's breast; My voice, in supplication, Well-pleased thou shalt hear: Oh! grant me thy salvation, And to my soul draw near.

3 By thee, through life supported, I pass the dangerous road, With heavenly hosts escorted, Up to their bright abode; There, cast my crown before thee.— Now, all my conflicts o'er,— And day and night adore thee:— What can an angel more?

Thomas Haweis, 1792.

298 Heavenly King. 7s. D.

Rejoicing on the Way. (612)

Children of the heavenly King, As we journey let us sing; Sing our Savior's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways. We are trav'ling home to God, In the way our fathers trod; They are happy now, and we Soon their happiness shall see.

2 Fear not, brethren; joyful stand On the borders of our land; Jesus Christ, our Father's Son, Bids us undismayed go on. Lord! obediently we'll go, Gladly leaving all below: Only thou our Leader be, And we still will follow thee.

John Cennick, 1742.

299 Atoning Lamb. 7s.

Delight in Christ. (575)

Earth has nothing sweet or fair, Lovely forms or beauties rare, But before my eyes they bring Christ, of beauty Source and Spring.

2 When the morning paints the skies, When the golden sunbeams rise, Then my Savior's form I find Brightly imaged on my mind.

3 When the day-beams pierce the night, Oft I think on Jesus' light,— Think,—how bright that light will be, Shining through eternity.

4 When, as moonlight softly steals, Heaven its thousand eyes reveals, Then I think;—who made their light Is a thousand times more bright.

5 When I see, in spring-tide gay, Fields their varied tints display, Wakes the thrilling thought in me, What must their Creator be?

6 Lord of all that's fair to see! Come, reveal thyself to me; Let me, 'mid thy radiant light, See thine unveiled glories bright.

Ger. Johann Scheffler, 1657. Tr. Frances Elizabeth Cox, 1841.

300 Luther. S.M.

The Song of the Seraphs. (349)

Crown him with many crowns, The Lamb upon his throne; Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns All music but its own!

2 Awake, my soul! and sing Of him who died for thee; And hail him as thy matchless King, Through all eternity.

3 Crown him, the Lord of love! Behold his hands and side, Rich wounds, yet visible above In beauty glorified.

4 Crown him, the Lord of peace! Whose power a scepter sways, From pole to pole, that wars may cease, Absorbed in prayer and praise.

5 Crown him, the Lord of years! The Potentate of time; Creator of the rolling spheres, Ineffably sublime!

Matthew Bridges, 1852.

301 Luther. S.M.

The Song of Moses and the Lamb. (350)

Awake, and sing the song Of Moses and the Lamb; Wake, every heart, and every tongue! To praise the Savior's name.

2 Sing of his dying love; Sing of his rising power; Sing how he intercedes above For those whose sins he bore.

3 Sing on your heavenly way, Ye ransomed sinners! sing; Sing on, rejoicing, every day, In Christ, th' eternal King.

4 Soon shall ye hear him say, "Ye blessed children! come;" Soon will he call you hence away, And take his wanderers home.

William Hammond, 1745. Altered by Martin Madan, 1760.

302 Greenwood. S.M.

Living to God. (562)

Bless'd be thy love, dear Lord! That taught us this sweet way, Only to love thee for thyself, And for that love obey.

2 Oh, thou, our soul's chief Hope! We to thy mercy fly; Where'er we are, thou canst protect, Whate'er we need, supply.

3 Whether we sleep or wake, To thee we both resign; By night we see, as well as day, If thy light on us shine.

4 Whether we live or die, Both we submit to thee; In death we live, as well as life, If thine in death we be.

John Austin, 1668.

303 Ariel. C.P.M.

Christ's Character Appreciated. (623)

Oh, could I speak the matchless worth, Oh! could I sound the glories forth, Which in my Savior shine! I'd soar and touch the heav'nly strings, And vie with Gabriel while he sings, In notes almost divine.

2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt, My ransom from the dreadful guilt, Of sin and wrath divine; I'd sing his glorious righteousness, In which all-perfect heav'nly dress My soul shall ever shine.

3 I'd sing the characters he bears, And all the forms of love he wears, Exalted on his throne; In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, I would to everlasting days, Make all his glories known.

4 Well—the delightful day will come, When he, dear Lord! will bring me home, And I shall see his face: There, with my Savior, brother, friend, A blessed eternity I'll spend, Triumphant in his grace.

Samuel Medley, 1789.

304 Federal Street. L.M.

Ashamed of Me.

Jesus! and shall it ever be, A mortal man ashamed of thee! Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine thro' endless days.

2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far Let evening blush to own a star; He sheds the beams of light divine O'er this benighted soul of mine.

3 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend! No; when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere his name.

4 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away; No tear to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save.

5 Till then—nor is my boasting vain— Till then, I boast a Savior slain! And, oh, may this my glory be That Christ is not ashamed of me!

Joseph Grigg, 1765. Ab. and alt.

305 Federal Street. L.M.

All-Engrossing Love. (509)

Jesus! my heart within me burns, To tell thee all its conscious love; And from earth's low delight it turns, To taste a joy like that above.

2 When thou to me dost condescend, In love divine, thou blessed One, The moments that with thee I spend, Seem e'en as Heaven itself begun.

3 Though oft these lips my love have told, They still the story would repeat; To me the rapture ne'er grows old, That thrills me, bending at thy feet.

4 I breathe my words into thine ear; I seem to fix mine eyes on thine; And sure that thou dost wait to hear, I dare in faith to call thee mine.

5 Reign thou sole Sovereign of my heart; My all I yield to thy control; Oh! let me never from thee part, Thou best Beloved of my soul!

Ray Palmer, 1869.

306 Federal Street. L.M.

The Song of Songs. (603)

Come, let us sing the song of songs, With hearts and voices swell the strain; The homage which to Christ belongs;— "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"

2 Slain to redeem us by his blood, To cleanse from every sinful stain; And make us kings and priests to God: "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"

3 To him who suffered on the tree, Our souls, at his soul's price, to gain, Blessing, and praise, and glory be!— "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"

4 Come, Holy Spirit! from on high, Our faith, our hope, our love sustain, Living to sing, and dying cry,— "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"

James Montgomery, 1853.

307 New Haven. 6s & 4s.

Looking to Jesus. (587)

My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary; Savior divine; Now hear me while I pray; Take all my guilt away; O, let me, from this day, Be wholly thine.

2 May thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart; My zeal inspire; As thou hast died for me, Oh! may my love to thee Pure, warm, and changeless be, A living fire!

3 While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be thou my Guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From thee aside.

4 When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold, sullen stream Shall o'er me roll, Blest Savior! then, in love, Fear and distrust remove; Oh! bear me safe above, A ransomed soul!

Ray Palmer, 1830.

308 New Haven. 6s & 4s.

Jesus, My Lord. (586)

Jesus, thy name I love, All other names above, Jesus, my Lord! Oh, thou art all to me! Nothing to please I see, Nothing apart from thee, Jesus, my Lord!

2 When unto thee I flee, Thou wilt my refuge be, Jesus, my Lord! What need I now to fear? What earthly grief or care, Since thou art ever near, Jesus, my Lord!

3 Soon thou wilt come again! I shall be happy then, Jesus, my Lord! Then thine own face I'll see, Then I shall like thee be, Then evermore with thee, Jesus, my Lord!

J.G. Deck, 1837.

309 Every Day and Hour. P.M.

Nearness to Christ.

Savior, more than life to me, I am clinging, clinging close to thee; Let thy precious blood applied, Keep me ever, ever near thy side.

Cho.—Every day, every hour, Let me feel thy cleansing power; May thy tender love to me; Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to thee.

2 Thro' this changing world below, Lead me gently, gently as I go; Trusting thee, I cannot stray, I can never, never lose my way.

3 Let me love thee more and more, Till this fleeting, fleeting life is o'er; Till my soul is lost in love, In a brighter, brighter world above.

Fanny J. Crosby.

310 Bethany. 6s & 4s.

Love to Christ Desired. (584)

More love to thee, O Christ, More love to thee! Hear thou the prayer I make On bended knee: This is my earnest plea— More love, O Christ, to thee! More love to thee!

2 Once earthly joy I craved— Sought peace and rest; Now thee alone I seek: Give what is best. This all my prayer shall be— More love, O Christ, to thee; More love to thee!

3 Then shall my latest breath Whisper thy praise; This be the parting cry My heart shall raise— This still its prayer shall be, More love, O Christ, to thee! More love to thee!

Mrs. E.P. Prentiss, 1869.

311 Bethany. 6s & 4s.

Nearer to God. (709)

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 the wanderer The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone, Yet, in my dreams, I'd be Nearer, my God! to thee,— Nearer to thee.

3 There let the way appear, Steps unto heaven; All that thou send'st to me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God! to thee,— Nearer to thee.

4 Or if, 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.

Mrs. Sarah Flower Adams, 1841.

312 Hope. 6s & 4s.

Parting with the World. (582)

Fade, fade, each earthly joy, Jesus is mine: Break ev'ry mortal tie; Jesus is mine. Dark is the wilderness, Distant the resting-place; Jesus alone can bless, Jesus is mine.

2 Tempt not my soul away: Jesus is mine: Here would I ever stay; Jesus is mine: Perishing things of clay, Born but for one brief day! Pass from my heart away, Jesus is mine.

3 Farewell, ye dreams of night! Jesus is mine: Mine is a dawning bright, Jesus is mine: All that my soul has tried, Left but a dismal void; Jesus has satisfied; Jesus is mine.

4 Farewell, mortality! Jesus is mine: Welcome, eternity! Jesus is mine: Welcome, ye scenes of rest! Welcome, ye mansions blest! Welcome a Savior's breast; Jesus is mine.

Mrs. Horatius Bonar, 1845.

313 Hendon. 7s.

Jesus a Joy.

Ask ye what great thing I know That delights and stirs me so? What the high reward I win? Whose the name I glory in? Jesus Christ, the crucified.

2 What is faith's foundation strong? What awakes my lips to song? He who bore my sinful load, Purchased for me peace with God; Jesus Christ, the crucified.

3 Who is life in life to me? Who the death of death will be? Who will place me on his right With the countless hosts of light? Jesus Christ, the crucified.

4 This is that great thing I know; This delights and stirs me so; Faith in him who died to save, Him who triumphed o'er the grave, Jesus Christ, the crucified.

Rev. B. H. Kennedy, 1863.

314 Woodworth. L.M.

Ecstasy in Christ. (554)

Oh, that I could forever dwell Delighted at the Savior's feet, Behold the form I love so well, And all his tender words repeat.

2 The world shut out from all my soul, And heaven brought in with all its bliss, Oh! is there aught, from pole to pole, One moment to compare with this?

3 This is the hidden life I prize, A life of penitential love, When most my follies I despise, And raise my highest thoughts above.

4 When all I am I clearly see, And freely own with deepest shame; When the Redeemer's love to me Kindles within a deathless flame.

5 Thus would I live till nature fail And all my former sins forsake; Then rise to God within the veil, And of eternal joys partake.

Andrew Reed, 1841.

315 Revive Us Again. 10s & 11s.

Praise for Salvation. (529)

We praise thee, O God! for the Son of thy love, For Jesus who died, and is now gone above.

Cho.—Hallelujah! thine the glory, Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! thine the glory, Revive us again.

2 We praise thee, O God! for thy Spirit of light, Who has shown us our Savior, and scattered our night.

3 All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain, Who has borne all our sins, and has cleansed ev'ry stain.

4 All glory and praise to the God of all grace, Who has bought us, and sought us, and guided our ways.

5 Revive us again; fill each heart with thy love; May each soul be rekindled with fire from above.

Wm. P. Mackay, 1866.

316 Revive Us Again. 10s & 11s.

Rejoicing in Christ.

Rejoice and be glad the Redeemer has come! Go look on his cradle, his cross and his tomb.

Cho.—Sound his praises, tell the story, Of him who was slain, Sound his praises, tell with gladness, He liveth again.

2 Rejoice and be glad: for the blood has been shed; Redemption is finished, the price has been paid.

3 Rejoice and be glad: for the Lamb that was slain, O'er death is triumphant, and liveth again.

4 Rejoice and be glad: for our King is on high; He pleadeth for us on his throne in the sky.

5 Rejoice and be glad: for he cometh again— He cometh in glory, the Lamb that was slain.

H. Bonar, 1874.

317 Welcome Voice. S.M.

Going on to Perfection.

I hear thy welcome voice That calls me, Lord, to thee For cleansing in thy precious blood That flowed on Calvary.

Cho.—I am coming, Lord! Coming now to thee! Wash me, cleanse me, in the blood That flowed on Calvary.

2 Tho' coming weak and vile, Thou dost my strength assure; Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse, Till spotless all and pure.

3 'Tis Jesus calls me on To perfect faith and love, To perfect hope, and peace, and trust, For earth and heaven above.

4 'Tis Jesus who confirms The blessed work within, By adding grace to welcomed grace, Where reigned the power of sin.

6 And he the witness gives To loyal hearts and free, That every promise is fulfilled, If faith but brings the plea.

6 All hail, atoning blood! All hail, redeeming grace! All hail, the gift of Christ, our Lord, Our strength and righteousness!

Rev. L. Hartsough.

318 Welcome Voice. S.M.

Christ the Guide and Counselor. (688)

Jesus, my truth, my way, My sure, unerring light, On thee my feeble steps I stay, Which thou wilt guide aright.

2 My wisdom and my guide, My counselor thou art; Oh, never let me leave thy side, Or from thy paths depart.

3 Never will I remove Out of thy hands my cause; But rest in thy redeeming love, And hang upon thy cross.

4 Oh, make me all like thee, Before I hence remove; Settle, confirm, and 'stablish me— And build me up in love.

Charles Wesley.

319 Loving Kindness. L.M.

Loving Kindness. (699)

Awake, my soul, to joyful lays, And sing thy great Redeemer's praise; He justly claims a song from me, His loving kindness, oh, how free!

2 He saw me ruined in the fall, Yet loved me notwithstanding all; He saved me from my lost estate— His loving kindness, oh, how great!

3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes— Though earth and hell my way oppose; He safely leads my soul along— His loving kindness, oh, how strong!

4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gathered thick and thundered loud, He near my soul has always stood— His loving kindness, oh, how good!

S. Medley, 1787.

320 Loving Kindness. L.M.

Love Which Passeth Knowledge.

Of him who did salvation bring, I could forever think and sing; Arise, ye needy, he'll relieve; Arise, ye guilty, he'll forgive.

2 Ask but his grace, and lo, 'tis given! Ask, and he turns your hell to heaven; Though sin and sorrow wound my soul, Jesus, thy balm will make me whole.

3 'Tis thee I love, for thee alone, I shed my tears, and make my moan! Where'er I am, where'er I move, I meet the object of my love.

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

Bernard of Clairvaux, tr. by A.W. Boehm, 1712

321 The Solid Rock. L.M.

The Sure Foundation.

My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus' name.

Cho.—On Christ, the Solid Rock, I stand, All other ground is sinking sand.

2 When darkness veils his lovely face, I rest on his unchanging grace; In every high and stormy gale, My anchor holds within the vail.

3 His oath, his covenant, his blood, Support me in the whelming flood; When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my hope and stay.

4 When he shall come with trumpet sound. O, may I then in him be found; Dressed in his righteousness alone, Faultless to stand before the throne.

Rev. Edward Mote, 1825.

322 How Can I but Love Him? 6s & 5s.

The Exceeding Love of Christ.

So tender, so precious. My Savior to me; So true, and so gracious, I've found him to be.

Ref.—How can I but love him? But love him, but love him? There's no friend above him, Poor sinner, for thee.

2 So patient, so kindly Toward all of my ways; I blunder so blindly, He love still repays.

3 Of all friends the fairest And truest is he; His love is the rarest, That ever can be.

4 His beauty, tho' bleeding And circled with thorns, Is then most exceeding; For grief him adorns.

J.E. Rankin, D.D.

323 My Beloved, 11s & 8s.

My Beloved.

O thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight, On whom in affliction I call; My comfort by day, and my song in the night, My hope, my salvation, my all.

2 Where dost thou at noon-tide resort with thy sheep, To feed in the pastures of love? And why in the valley of death should I weep, Or alone in the wilderness rove?

3 O, why should I wander an alien from thee, Or cry in the desert for bread? Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see, And smile at the tears I have shed.

4 He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice, And myriads wait for his word; He speaks, and eternity, fill'd with his voice, Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.

Jos. Swain, 1792.

324 De Fleury. 8s. D

The Presence of Christ Desired.

How tedious and tasteless the hours When Jesus no longer I see! Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers Have lost all their sweetness to me: The midsummer sun shines but dim; The fields strive in vain to look gay; But when I am happy in him, December's as pleasant as May.

2 His name yields the richest perfume, And sweeter than music his voice; His presence disperses my gloom, And makes all within me rejoice: I should, were he always so nigh, Have nothing to wish or to fear; No mortal so happy as I; My summer would last all the year.

3 Content with beholding his face, My all to his pleasure resigned, No changes of season or place Would make any change in my mind: While blest with a sense of his love, A palace a toy would appear; And prisons would palaces prove, If Jesus would dwell with me there.

4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, If thou art my sun and my song, Say, why do I languish and pine? And why are my winters so long? O, drive these dark clouds from my sky; Thy soul-cheering presence restore; Or take me unto thee on high, Where winter and clouds are no more.

John Newton.

325 De Fleury. 8s. D

Phil. 1:23. (571)

My Savior, whom absent I love, Whom, not having seen, I adore Whose name is exalted above All glory, dominion, and power,— Dissolve thou these bands that detain My soul from her portion in thee; Ah! strike off this adamant chain, And make me eternally free!

2 When that happy era begins, When arrayed in thy glories I shine, Nor grieve any more, by my sins, The bosom on which I recline, Oh! then shall the veil be removed, And round me thy brightness be poured! I shall meet him, whom absent I loved, I shall see, whom unseen I adored.

3 And then, nevermore shall the fears, The trials, temptations, and woes, Which darken this valley of tears, Intrude on my blissful repose; To Jesus, the crown of my hope, My soul is in haste to be gone; Oh! bear me, ye cherubim, up, And waft me away to his throne!

W. Cowper.

326 I Need Thee Every Hour. P.M.

Need of Christ.

I need thee ev'ry hour, Most gracious Lord; No tender voice like thine Can peace afford.

Cho.—I need thee, oh, I need thee, Ev'ry hour I need thee; Oh, bless me now, my Savior I come to thee.

2 I need thee ev'ry hour; Stay thou near by; Temptations lose their power When thou art nigh.

3 I need thee ev'ry hour, In joy or pain; Come quickly and abide, Or life is vain.

4 I need thee ev'ry hour; Teach me thy will; And thy rich promises In me fulfill.

5 I need thee ev'ry hour, Most Holy One; Oh, make me thine indeed, Thou blessed Son.

Annie S. Hawks.

327 De Fleury. 8s. D

Altogether Lovely. (572)

My gracious Redeemer I love, His praises aloud I'll proclaim: And join with the armies above, To shout his adorable name. To gaze on his glories divine Shall be my eternal employ; To see them incessantly shine, My boundless, ineffable joy.

2 He freely redeemed with his blood My soul from the confines of hell, To live on the smiles of my God, And in his sweet presence to dwell:— To shine with the angels in light, With saints and with seraphs to sing, To view, with eternal delight, My Jesus, my Savior, my King!

B. Francis.

328 The Lily of the Valley. P.M.

The Abiding Friend.

I have found a friend in Jesus, he's everything to me, He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul; The Lily of the Valley, in him alone I see All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole. In sorrow he's my comfort, in trouble he's my stay, He tells me ev'ry care on him to roll. He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star, He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.

2 He all my griefs has taken, and all my sorrows borne; In temptation he's my strong and mighty tower; I have all for him forsaken, and all my idols torn From my heart, and now he keeps me by his power. Tho' all the world forsake me, and Satan tempt me sore, Thro' Jesus I shall safely reach the goal. He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star, He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.

3 He will never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here, While I live by faith and do his blessed will; A wall of fire about me, I've nothing now to fear, With his manna he my hungry soul shall fill. Then sweeping up to glory to see his blessed face, Where rivers of delight shall ever roll. He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star, He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.

329 Glory to His Name. P.M.

Praise to Christ.

Down at the cross where my Savior died. Down where for cleansing from sin I cried; There to my heart was the blood applied; Glory to his name.

Cho.—Glory to his name, Glory to his name, There to my heart was the blood applied, Glory to his name.

2 I am so wondrously saved from sin, Jesus so sweetly abides within; There at the cross where he took me in; Glory to his name.

3 Oh, precious fountain that saves from sin, I am so glad, I have entered in; There Jesus saves me and keeps me clean; Glory to his name.

4 Come to this fountain, so rich and sweet, Cast thy poor soul at the Savior's feet; Plunge in to-day and be made complete; Glory to his name.

Rev. E.A. Hoffman.



330 Balerma. C.M.

Lamenting the Absence of the Spirit. (625)

Oh, for a closer walk with God! A calm and heavenly frame! A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb!

2 Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I then enjoyed! How sweet their memory still! But now I find an aching void The world can never fill.

4 Return, oh, holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest; I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from, my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known, Whatever that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb.

W. Cowper, 1772.

331 Balerma. C.M.

A Perfect Heart. (645)

Oh, for a heart to praise my God, A heart from sin set free— A heart that always feels thy blood, So freely spilt for me;—

2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, My great Redeemer's throne, Where only Christ is heard to speak, Where Jesus reigns alone.

3 Oh, for a lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean, Which neither life nor death can part From him that dwells within;—

4 A heart in every thought renewed, And full of love divine; Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, A copy, Lord, of thine.

5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart; Come quickly from above; Write thy new name upon my heart— Thy new, best name of Love.

Charles Wesley. 1742.

332 Balerma. C.M.

Triumphant Grace. (847)

Amazing grace! how sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now I see.

2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved: How precious did that grace appear, The hour I first believed!

3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares I have already come; 'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home.

4 The Lord has promised good to me, His word my hope secures; He will my shield and portion be, As long as life endures.

333 Evan. C.M.

The Peace of God. (725)

We bless thee for thy peace, O God Deep as the soundless sea, Which falls like sunshine on the road Of those who trust in thee.

2 That peace which suffers and is strong, Trusts where it cannot see, Deems not the trial way too long, But leaves the end with thee;—

3 That peace which flows serene and deep, A river in the soul, Whose banks a living verdure keep; God's sunshine o'er the whole.

4 Such, Father! give our hearts such peace, Whate'er the outward be, Till all life's discipline shall cease, And we go home to thee.

Anon. 1862.

334 Varina. C.M. D.

The Voice of Jesus. (666)

I heard the voice of Jesus say, "Come unto me and rest; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon my breast."

2 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.

3 I heard the voice of Jesus say "Behold! I freely give The living water; thirsty one! Stoop down, and drink, and live."

4 I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, And now I live in him.

5 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."

6 I looked to Jesus, and I found, In him my Star, my Sun; And, in that light of life, I'll walk Till traveling days are done.

Horatius Bonar, 1857.

335 Dennis. S.M.

The Lord's Guardianship. (855)

How gentle God's commands! How kind his precepts are! Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, And trust his constant care.

2 His bounty will provide; His saints securely dwell; That hand which bears creation up, Shall guard his children well.

3 Why should this anxious load Press down your weary mind? Oh, seek your heavenly Father's throne, And peace and comfort find.

4 His Goodness Stands approved, Unchanged from day to day; I'll drop my burden at his feet, And bear a song away.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

336 Dennis. S.M.

Grace.—Eph. 2:8. (744)

Grace! 'tis a charming sound Harmonious to the ear! Heaven with the echo shall resound, And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contrived a way To save rebellious man; And all the steps that grace display, Which drew the wondrous plan.

3 Grace led my roving feet To tread the heavenly road; And new supplies each hour I meet While pressing on to God.

4 Grace all the work shall crown, Through everlasting days; It lays in heaven the topmost stone; And well deserves the praise.

Philip Doddridge, 1755.

337 Dennis. S.M.

Adoption.—I. John 3:1-3. (742)

Behold what wondrous grace The Father has bestowed On sinners of a mortal race, To call them sons of God!

2 Nor doth it yet appear How great we must be made; But when we see our Savior there, We shall be like our Head.

3 A hope so much divine May trials well endure, May purge our souls from sense and sin, As Christ the Lord is pure.

4 If in my Father's love I share a filial part, Send down thy Spirit, like a dove, To rest upon my heart.

5 We would no longer lie Like slaves beneath the throne; Our faith shall Abba, Father! cry And thou the kindred own.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

338 Nettleton. 8s & 7s.

Memorial of Praise. (617)

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

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

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

Robert Robinson, 1758.

339 Braden. S.M.

The Lord's Pity. (188)

The pity of the Lord, To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame.

2 He knows we are but dust, Scattered with ev'ry breath; His anger, like a rising wind, Can send us swift to death.

3 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flow'r; If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour.

4 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure.

Isaac Watts. 1719.

340 Refuge. 7s. D.

The Only Refuge. (532)

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

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

3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in thee I find; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name, I am all unrighteousness: False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.

4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin: Let the healing streams abound: Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of thee: Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.

Charles Wesley, 1740.

341 Pilot. 7s.

Savior, Pilot Me.

Jesus, Savior, pilot me, Over life's tempestuous sea; Unknown waves before me roll, Hiding rock and treach'rous shoal; Chart and compass come from thee; Jesus, Savior, pilot me.

2 As a mother stills her child, Thou canst hush the ocean wild; Boist'rous waves obey thy will, When thou say'st to them "Be still!" Wondrous Sov'reign of the sea, Jesus, Savior, pilot me.

3 When at last I near the shore, And the fearful breakers roar 'Twixt me and the peaceful rest, Then, while leaning on thy breast, May I hear thee say to me, "Fear not, I will pilot thee!"

Rev. Edward Hopper

342 Fulton. 7s.

(577)

Savior! teach me, day by day, Love's sweet lesson to obey; Sweeter lesson cannot be, Loving him who first loved me.

2 With a child-like heart of love, At thy bidding may I move; Prompt to serve and follow thee, Loving him who first loved me.

3 Teach me all thy steps to trace, Strong to follow in thy grace; Learning how to love from thee, Loving him who first loved me.

4 Love in loving finds employ— In obedience all her joy; Ever new that joy will be, Loving him who first loved me.

Miss Jane E. Leeson, 1842.

343 Oriel. L.M.

Contentment.—Phil. 4:11. (730)

O Lord, how full of sweet content Our years of pilgrimage are spent! Where'er we dwell, we dwell with thee, In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.

2 To us remains nor place nor time; Our country is in every clime: We can be calm and free from care On any shore, since God is there.

3 While place we seek, or place we shun, The soul finds happiness in none; But with our God to guide our way, 'Tis equal joy to go or stay.

4 Could we be cast where thou art not, That were indeed a dreadful lot; But regions none remote we call, Secure of finding God in all.

Mad. Guyon.

344 Newcomer. L.M.

Completeness.—Col. 2:10. (730)

Complete in thee! no work of mine May take, dear Lord, the place of thine; Thy blood has pardon bought for me, And I am now complete in thee.

2 Complete in thee—no more shall sin Thy grace has conquered, reign within; Thy voice will bid the tempter flee, And I shall stand complete in thee.

3 Complete in thee—each want supplied, And no good thing to me denied, Since thou my portion, Lord, wilt be, I ask no more—complete in thee.

4 Dear Savior! when before thy bar All tribes and tongues assembled are. Among thy chosen may I be At thy right hand—complete in thee.

A.R.W.

345 Waring. 7s & 6s. D.

Safe in Jesus. (696)

In heavenly love abiding, No change my heart shall fear, And safe is such confiding, For nothing changes here, The storm may roar without me, My heart may low be laid, But God is round about me,— And can I be dismayed?

2 Wherever he may guide me, No want shall turn me back: My Shepherd is beside me, And nothing can I lack; His wisdom ever waketh, His sight is never dim, He knows the way he taketh, And I will walk with him.

3 Green pastures are before me, Which yet I have not seen; Bright skies will soon be o'er me, Where darkest clouds have been; My hope I cannot measure, My path to life is free; My Savior has my treasure, And he will walk with me.

Anna Letitia Waring, 1850.

346 Waring. 7s & 6s. D.

Light After Darkness.

Sometimes a light surprises The Christian while he sings: It is the Lord who rises With healing on his wings; When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again A season of clear shining, To cheer it after rain.

2 In holy contemplation, We sweetly then pursue The theme of God's salvation, And find it ever new: Set free from present sorrow, We cheerfully can say, Let the unknown to-morrow Bring with it what it may.

Wm. Cowper.

347 Showers of Blessing. P.M.

The Promise of Blessing

"There shall be showers of blessing;" This is the promise of love; There shall be seasons refreshing, Sent from the Savior above.

Cho.—Showers, showers of blessing, Showers of blessing we need; Mercy-drops round us are falling, But for the showers we plead.

2 "There shall be showers of blessing;"— Precious reviving again; Over the hills and the valleys, Sound of abundance of rain.

3 "There shall be showers of blessing;" Send them upon us, O Lord! Grant to us now a refreshing, Come, and now honor thy Word.

4 "There shall be showers of blessing;" Oh, that to-day they might fall, Now as to God we're confessing, Now as on Jesus we call!

D.W. Whittle.

348 Oh, Sing of His Mighty Love. 11s.

The Mighty Love. (706)

Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the free! I plunge in the crimson tide opened for me! O'er sin and uncleanness exulting I stand, And point to the print of the nails in his hand.

Cho.—Oh, sing of his mighty love, Sing of his mighty love, Sing of his mighty love, mighty to save.

2 Oh, bliss of the purified! Jesus is mine! No longer in dread condemnation I pine: In conscious salvation I sing of his grace, Who lifteth upon me the smiles of his face.

3 Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the pure! No wound hath the soul that his blood cannot cure; No sorrow-bowed head but may sweetly find rest; No tears but may dry them on Jesus' breast.

4 Oh, Jesus, the crucified! thee will I sing! My blessed Redeemer! my God and my King; My soul, filled with rapture, shall shout o'er the grave, And triumph in death in the mighty to save.

Rev. F. Bottome.

349 As Pants the Hart. C.M.

Desire for Communion. (660)

As pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase, So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee, And thy refreshing grace.

Cho.—As pants the hart for cooling streams, So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee; As pants the hart for cooling streams, So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee.

2 For thee, my God, the living God, My thirsty soul doth pine; Oh, when shall I behold thy face, Thou Majesty divine?

3 I sigh to think of happier days, When thou, O Lord, wast nigh, When ev'ry heart was tuned to praise, And none more blest than I.

4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Trust God, and thou shalt sing His praise again, and find him still Thy health's eternal spring.

Henry F. Lyte, 1834.

350 Hide Thou Me. P.M.

Safe in Christ.

In thy cleft, O Rock of Ages, Hide thou me; When the fitful tempest rages, Hide thou me; Where no mortal arm can sever From my heart thy love forever, Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages, Safe in thee.

2 From, the snare of sinful pleasure Hide thou me; Thou, my soul's eternal treasure, Hide thou me; When the world its power is wielding, And my heart is almost yielding, Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages, Safe in thee.

3 In the lonely night of sorrow, Hide thou me; Till in glory dawns the morrow, Hide thou me; In the sight of Jordan's billow, Let thy bosom be my pillow, Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages, Safe in thee.

Fannie J. Crosby.

351 As Pants the Hart. C.M.

Godly Sincerity.—Eph. 5:8. (724)

Walk in the light! so shalt thou know That fellowship of love, His Spirit only can bestow, Who reigns in light above.

2 Walk in the light! and thou shalt find Thy heart made truly his, Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined, In whom no darkness is.

3 Walk in the light! and ev'n the tomb No fearful shade shall wear; Glory shall chase away its gloom, For Christ hath conquered there.

4 Walk in the light! and thou shalt see Thy path, though thorny, bright, For God by grace shall dwell in thee, And God himself is light.

Bernard Barton.

352 The Child of a King.

Adoption.

My Father is rich in houses and lands. He holdeth the wealth of the world in his hands! Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold, His coffers are full, he has riches untold.

Cho.—I'm the child of a King, The child of a King, With Jesus, my Savior, I'm the child of a King.

2 My Father's own Son, the Savior so fair, Once wandered on earth human sorrow to share: But now he is reigning forever on high, He'll give us a home in the sweet by and by.

3 I once was an outcast stranger on earth, A sinner by choice and an "alien" by birth! But I've been "adopted," my name's written down: An heir to a mansion, a robe, and a crown.

4 A tent or a cottage, why should I care? They're building a palace for me over there! Tho' exiled from home, yet my glad heart can sing: All glory to God, I'm the child of a King.

Hattie E. Buell. Arr.

353 Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me. 8s & 6s.

Divine Care.

Amid the trials which I meet, Amid the thorns that pierce my feet, One thought remains supremely sweet, Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!

Cho.—Thou thinkest, Lord, of me, Thou thinkest, Lord, of me, What need I fear when thou art near, And thinkest, Lord, of me.

2 The cares of life come thronging fast Upon my soul their shadow cast; Their gloom reminds my heart at last, Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!

3 Let shadows come, let shadows go, Let life be bright or dark with woe, I am content, for this I know, Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!

E.S. Lorenz

354 Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me. 8s & 6s.

Plead for Me. (633)

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.

Cho.—O Savior, plead for me, O Savior, plead for me, 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, Savior, plead for me.

3 When I have erred and gone astray, Afar from thine and wisdom's way, And see no glimmering, guiding ray, Still, Savior, 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, oh, plead for me!

5 And when my dying hour draws near, Darkened with anguish, guilt and fear, Then to my fainting sight appear, Pleading in heaven for me.

Charlotte Elliott.

355 Hamburg. L.M.

Heb. 12:6. (852)

I cannot always trace the way Where thou, Almighty One, dost move; But I can always, always say, That God is love, that God is love.

2 When fear her chilling mantle flings O'er earth, my soul to heaven above, As to her native home, upsprings, For God is love, for God is love.

3 When mystery clouds my darkened path, I'll check my dread, my doubts reprove; In this my soul sweet comfort hath, That God is love, that God is love.

4. Yes, God is love;—a thought like this Can every gloomy thought remove, And turn all tears, all woes, to bliss, For God is love, for God is love.

Anon.

356 Ward. L.M.

Psalm 46. (849)

God is the refuge of his saints, When storms of sharp distress invade. Ere we can offer our complaints, Behold him present with his aid.

2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled Down to the deep, and buried there; Convulsions shake the solid world;— Our faith shall never yield to fear.

3 There is a stream whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God; Life, love, and joy still gliding through, And watering our divine abode:—

4 That sacred stream, thy holy word,— That all our raging fear controls: Sweet peace thy promises afford, And give new strength to fainting souls.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

357 Sessions. L.M.

The Offices of Faith.

Faith is a living pow'r from heaven Which grasps the promise God has given; Securely fixed on Christ alone, A trust that cannot be o'erthrown.

2 Faith finds in Christ whate'er we need To save and strengthen, guide and feed; Strong in his grace, it joys to share His cross, in hope his crown to wear.

3 Faith to the conscience whispers peace, And bids the mourner's sighing cease; By faith the children's right we claim, And call upon our Father's name.

4 Such faith in us, O God, implant, And to our prayers thy favor grant; In Jesus Christ, thy saving Son, Who is our fount of health alone.

Anon., 1531.

358 Elliott. 8s & 4s.

Submission to Divine Will.

My God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home, in life's rough way, Oh, 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— I only yield thee what was thine— "Thy will be done!"

3 If but my fainting heart be blest With thy sweet Spirit for its guest, My God! to thee I leave the rest— "Thy will be done!"

4 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!"

5 Then, when on earth I breathe no more The pray'r, oft mixed with tears before, I'll sing upon a happier shore, "Thy will be done!"

Charlotte Elliott, 1834.

359 Lisbon. S.M.

The Cross and Crown. (858)

Oh! what, if we are Christ's, Is earthly shame or loss? Bright shall the crown of glory be When we have borne the cross.

2 Keen was the trial once, Bitter the cup of woe, When martyred saints, baptized in blood, Christ's sufferings shared below.

3 Bright is their glory now, Boundless their joy above, Where, on the bosom of their God, They rest in perfect love.

4 Lord! may that grace be ours, Like them, in faith, to bear All that of sorrow, grief, or pain May be our portion here.

Henry W. Baker, 1852.

360 Lisbon. S.M.

God Our Shepherd.—Ps. 23. (859)

The Lord my Shepherd is; I shall be well supplied: Since he is mine, and I am his, What can I want beside?

2 He leads me to the place Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows.

3 If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim, And guides me, in his own right way, For his most holy name.

4 While he affords his aid, I cannot yield to fear; Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade, My Shepherd's with me there.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

361 Lisbon. S.M.

Psalm 37:3-7. (745)

Here I can firmly rest; I dare to boast of this, That God, the highest and the best, My Friend and Father is.

2 Naught have I of my own, Naught in the life I lead; What Christ hath given, that alone I dare in faith to plead.

3 I rest upon the ground Of Jesus and his blood; It is through him that I have found My soul's eternal good.

4 At cost of all I have, At cost of life and limb, I cling to God who yet shall save; I will not turn from him.

5 His Spirit in me dwells, O'er all my mind he reigns; My care and sadness he dispels, And soothes away my pains.

6 He prospers day by day His work within my heart, Till I have strength and faith to say, Thou, God, my Father art!

Paul Gerhardt, 1650. Tr. by Miss C. Winkworth, 1855.

362 Segur. 8s, 7s, & 4s.

Through the Desert. (807)

Guide me, oh thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim thro' this barren land; I am weak, but thou art mighty; Hold me with thy powerful hand. Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more.

2 Open now thy crystal fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow, Let the fiery, cloudy pillar, Lead me all my journey thro'; Strong deliverer, Be thou still my strength and shield.

3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside; Foe to death and hell's destruction, Land me safe on Canaan's side; Songs of praises, I will ever give to thee.

William Williams, 1774.

363 Lisbon. S.M.

Hope Thou in God. (860)

Give to the winds thy fears; Hope, and be undismayed; 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 What, though thou rulest not? Yet heaven, and earth, and hell Proclaim,—God sitteth on the throne, And ruleth all things well.

4 Leave to his sovereign sway To choose and to command; So shalt thou wondering own, his way How wise, how strong his hand!

Ger., Paul Gerhardt, 1666. Tr. John Wesley, 1739.

364 Peterborough. C.M.

Unwavering Faith. (713)

Oh! for a faith that will not shrink, Though pressed by every foe; That will not tremble on the brink Of any earthly woe!—

2 That will not murmur nor complain, Beneath the chastening rod, But, in the hour of grief or pain, Will lean upon its God;—

3 A faith that shines more bright and clear When tempests rage without; That, when in danger, knows no fear, In darkness, feels no doubt;—

4 A faith that keeps the narrow way Till life's last hour is fled, And, with a pure and heavenly ray, Lights up a dying bed!

5 Lord! give us such a faith as this; And then, whate'er may come, We'll taste, ev'n here, the hallowed bliss Of an eternal home.

William H. Bathurst, 1831.

365 Naomi. C.M.

Resignation. (841)

Father! whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign hand denies, Accepted at thy throne of grace, Let this petition rise:—

2 "Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From every murmur free; The blessings of thy grace impart, And let me live to thee.

3 "Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My path of life attend; Thy presence through my journey shine, And bless its happy end."

Anne Steele, 1760.

366 Horton. 7s.

Eternal Faithfulness. (861)

Cast thy burden on the Lord, Only lean upon his word; Thou wilt soon have cause to bless His eternal faithfulness.

2 He sustains thee by his hand, He enables thee to stand; Those whom Jesus once hath loved, From his grace are never moved.

3 Heaven and earth may pass away, God's free grace shall not decay; He hath promised to fulfill All the pleasure of his will.

4 Jesus! Guardian of thy flock, Be thyself our constant Rock; Make us, by thy powerful hand, Strong as Zion's mountain stand.

Rowland Hill, 1783.

367 The Lord Will Provide. P.M.

Divine Providence.

In some way or other The Lord will provide; It may not be my way, It may not be thy way, And yet in his own way, The Lord will provide.

2 At some time or other The Lord will provide; It may not be my time, It may not be thy time, And yet in his own time, The Lord will provide.

3 Despond then no longer, The Lord will provide; And this be the token— No word he hath spoken, Was ever yet broken, The Lord will provide.

4 March on, then, right boldly The sea shall divide; The pathway made glorious With shoutings victorious, We'll join in the chorus, The Lord will provide.

Mrs. M.A.W. Cook.

368 Consolation. 11s.

Heb. 12:2. (866)

Oh, eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore! Look off unto Jesus, now sorrow no more! The light of his countenance shineth so bright, That here, as in heaven, there need be no night.

2 While looking to Jesus, my heart cannot fear; I tremble no more when I see Jesus near; I know that his presence my safeguard will be, For, "Why are you troubled?" he saith unto me.

3 Still looking to Jesus, O, may I be found, When Jordan's dark waters encompass me round! They bear me away in his presence to be; I see him still nearer whom always I see.

4 Then, then shall I know the full beauty and grace Of Jesus, my Lord, when I stand face to face; Shall know how his love went before me each day, And wonder that ever my eyes turned away.

369 Foundation. 11s.

Precious Promises. (867)

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word: What more can he say than to you he has said, You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?

2 In every condition—in sickness, in health, In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth, At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea— As your days may demand, so your succor shall be.

3 Fear not: I am with you, O be not dismayed; I, I am your God, and will still give you aid; I'll strengthen you, help you, and cause you to stand, Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.

4 When through the deep waters I cause you to go, The rivers of sorrow shall not you o'erflow; For I will be with you, your troubles to bless, And sanctify to you your deepest distress.

5 When through fiery trials your pathway shall lie, My grace, all-sufficient, shall be your supply; The flame shall not hurt you; I only design Your dross to consume, and your gold to refine.

6 E'en down to old age all my people shall prove My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love; And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn, Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.

7 The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose, I will not, I cannot desert to his foes; That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, I'll never, no never, no never forsake.

Geo. Keith, 1787.

370 Safe in the Arms of Jesus. P.M.

Hid with Christ.

Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on his gentle breast, There by his love o'ershaded, Sweetly my soul shall rest. Hark! 'tis the voice of angels, Borne in a song to me, Over the fields of glory, Over the jasper sea.

Cho.—Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on his gentle breast, There by his love o'ershaded, Sweetly my soul shall rest.

2 Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe from corroding care, Safe from the world's temptations Sin cannot harm me there. Free from the blight of sorrow, Free from my doubts and fears; Only a few more trials, Only a few more tears!

3 Jesus, my heart's dear refuge, Jesus has died for me; Firm on the Rock of Ages Ever my trust shall be. Here let me wait with patience, Wait till the night is o'er; Wait till I see the morning Break on the golden shore.

Fanny J. Crosby.

371 He Leadeth Me. L.M.

Divine Guidance

He leadeth me! oh! blessed tho't, Oh! words with heav'nly comfort fraught; Whate'er I do, where'er I be, Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.

Ref.—He leadeth me! he leadeth me! By his own hand he leadeth me; His faithful follower I would be, For by his hand he leadeth me.

2 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, By waters still, o'er troubled sea— Still 'tis his hand that leadeth me.

3 Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine. Nor ever murmur or repine— Content, whatever lot I see, Since 'tis my God that leadeth me.

4 And when my task on earth is done, When by thy grace, the vict'ry's won, E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, Since God thro' Jordan leadeth me.

Rev. Jos. H. Gilmore, 1861.

372 Jewett. 6s. D.

Mark 14:36. (864)

My Jesus, as thou wilt— O may thy will be mine! Into thy hand of love I would my all resign; Through sorrow, or through joy, Conduct me as thine own, And help me still to say, My Lord, thy will be done!

2 My Jesus, as thou wilt— If needy here and poor, Give me thy people's bread, Their portion rich and sure; The manna of thy word, Let my soul feed upon, And, if all else should fail, My Lord, thy will be done!

3 My Jesus, as thou wilt— If among thorns I go, Still sometimes here and there Let a few roses blow. But thou, on earth, along The thorny path hast gone: Then lead me after thee; My Lord, thy will be done!

Benjamin Schmolke. Tr. by Jane Borthwick, 1853.

373 Trusting in the Promise. P.M.

The Promise Secure.

I have found repose for my weary soul, Trusting in the promise of the Savior; And a harbor safe when the billows roll, Trusting in the promise of the Savior. I will fear no foe in the deadly strife, Trusting in the promise of the Savior; I will bear my lot in the toil of life, Trusting in the promise of the Savior.

Ref.—Resting on his mighty arm forever, Never from his loving heart to sever, I will rest by grace in his strong embrace, Trusting in the promise of the Savior.

2 I will sing my song as the days go by, Trusting in the promise of the Savior; And rejoice in hope, while I live or die, Trusting in the promise of the Savior. I can smile at grief and abide in pain, Trusting in the promise of the Savior; And the loss of all shall be highest gain, Trusting in the promise of the Savior.

3 Oh, the peace and joy of the life I live, Trusting in the promise of the Savior; Oh, the strength and grace only God can give, Trusting in the promise of the Savior. Whosoever will may be saved to-day, Trusting in the promise of the Savior; And begin to walk in the holy way, Trusting in the promise of the Savior.

Rev. H.B. Hartzler.

374 Come, Ye Disconsolate. 11s. & 10s.

Consolation Offered. (868)

Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish; Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal!

2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope when all others die, fadeless and pure— Here speaks the Comforter, in God's name saying, Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.

3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, boundless in love; Come to the feast prepared, come, ever knowing Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.

Vs. 1, 2, by Thomas Moore, 1816. Vs. 3 by Thos. Hastings.

375 Follow On! P.M.

Following Christ.

Down in the valley with my Savior I would go, Where the flowers are blooming and the sweet waters flow; Ev'rywhere he leads me I would follow, follow on, Walking in his footsteps till the crown be won.

Ref.—Follow! follow! I would follow Jesus! Anywhere, everywhere I would follow on! Follow! follow! I would follow Jesus! Ev'rywhere he leads me I will follow on!

2 Down in the valley with my Savior I would go, Where the storms are sweeping and the dark waters flow; With his hand to lead me I will never, never fear, Dangers cannot frighten me if my Lord is near.

3 Down in the valley, or upon the mountain steep, Close beside my Savior would my soul ever keep; He will lead me safely, in the path that he has trod, Up to where they gather on the hills of God.

W.O. Cushing.

376 Trusting Jesus. 7s.

Undoubting Trust.

Simply trusting ev'ry day, Trusting thro' a stormy way; Even when my faith is small, Trusting Jesus, that is all.

Cho.—Trusting as the moments fly, Trusting as the days go by; Trusting him whate'er befall, Trusting Jesus, that is all.

2 Brightly doth his Spirit shine Into this poor heart of mine; While he leads I cannot fall, Trusting Jesus, that is all.

3 Singing if my way is clear; Praying if the path is drear; If in danger for him call; Trusting Jesus, that is all.

4 Trusting him while life shall last, Trusting him till earth is past; Till within the jasper wall, Trusting Jesus, that is all.

E.P. Stites.

377 A Shelter in the Time of Storm. L.M.

Divine Refuge.

The Lord's our Rock, in him we hide, A shelter in the time of storm; Secure whatever ill betide, A shelter in the time of storm.

Cho.—Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land, A weary land, a weary land, Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land, A shelter in the time of storm.

2 A shade by day, defense by night, A shelter in the time of storm; No foes alarm, no fears affright, A shelter in the time of storm.

3 The raging storms may round us beat, A shelter in the time of storm; We'll never leave our safe retreat, A shelter in the time of storm.

4 O Rock divine, O Refuge dear, A shelter in the time of storm; Be thou our helper, ever near, A shelter in the time of storm.

Anon, Arranged.

378 Under His Wings. 8s.

Psalm 91.

In God I have found a retreat, Where I can securely abide; No refuge nor rest so complete; And here I intend to reside.

Cho.—Oh, what comfort it brings, As my soul sweetly sings, I am safe from all danger While under his wings.

2 I dread not the terror by night, No arrow can harm me by day; His shadow has covered me quite, My fears he has driven away.

3 The pestilence walking about, When darkness has settled abroad, Can never compel me to doubt The presence and power of God.

4 The wasting destruction at noon No fearful foreboding can bring; With Jesus my soul doth commune, His perfect salvation I sing.

5 A thousand may fall at my side, And ten thousand at my right hand; Above me his wings are spread wide, Beneath them in safety I stand.

James Nicholson.

379 He Knows It All. 8s & 4s.

Divine Sympathy.

He knows the bitter, weary way, The endless striving day by day, The souls that weep, the souls that pray— He knows it all.

Ref.—He knows it all, The bitter, weary way; O souls that weep, O souls that pray, He knows it all.

2 He knows how hard the fight has been, The clouds that come our lives between, The wounds the world has never seen— He knows it all.

3 He knows, when, faint and worn, we sink, How deep the pain, how near the brink Of dark despair we pause and shrink— He knows it all.

4 He knows! oh, thought so full of bliss! For though on earth our joys we miss. We still can bear it, feeling this— He knows it all.

Unknown.

380 Cast Thy Burden on the Lord.

Cast thy burden on the Lord, And he will sustain thee, and strengthen thee, and comfort thee; He will sustain thee, and comfort thee; He will sustain thee, he will comfort thee; Cast thy burden on the Lord!

381 Lux Benigna. 10s. & 4s.

Lead Thou Me On.

Lead, kindly Light, amid th' encircling gloom, Lead thou me on, The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead thou me on; Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me.

2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou Shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path, but now Lead thou me on; I loved the garish day, and spite of fears, Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years.

3 So long thy pow'r has blessed me, sure it still Will lead me on; O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone; And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.

Cardinal J.H. Newman

382 Joy Cometh in the Morning. P.M.

Joy After Weeping.

Oh, weary pilgrim, lift your head, For joy cometh in the morning; For God, in his own Word, hath said That joy cometh in the morning.

Cho.—Joy cometh in the morning, Joy cometh in the morning; Weeping may endure for a night, But joy cometh in the morning.

2 Ye trembling saints, dismiss your fears, For joy cometh in the morning; Oh, weeping mourner, dry your tears, For joy cometh in the morning.

3 Let ev'ry burdened soul look up, For joy cometh in the morning; And ev'ry trembling sinner hope, For joy cometh in the morning.

4 Our God shall wipe all tears away, For joy cometh in the morning; Sorrow and sighing flee away, For joy cometh in the morning.

M.M. Weinland.

383 Landis. S.M.

God's Tenderness in Our Grief. (883)

How tender is thy hand, Oh, thou beloved Lord! Afflictions come at thy command, And leave us at thy word.

2 How gentle was the rod That chastened us for sin! How soon we found a smiling God, Where deep distress had been!

3 A Father's hand we felt, A Father's heart we knew; With tears of penitence we knelt, And found his word was true.

4 We told him all our grief, We thought of Jesus' love; A sense of pardon brought relief, And bade our pains remove.

Thomas Hastings.

384 Retreat. L.M.

The Mercy-Seat. (787)

From every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat;— 'Tis found before the mercy-seat.

2 There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads,— A place, than all besides, more sweet; It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.

3 There is a spot where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend; Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy-seat.

4 There, there, on eagle's wings we soar, And time, and sense seem all no more; And heaven comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy-seat!

5 Oh! may my hand forget her skill, My tongue be silent, cold, and still, This bounding heart forget to beat, If I forget the mercy-seat!

Hugh Stowell, 1827.

385 Retreat. L.M.

Design of Prayer. (796)

Prayer is appointed to convey The blessings God designs to give: Long as they live should Christians pray; They learn to pray when first they live.

2 If pain afflict or wrongs oppress; If cares distract, or fears dismay; If guilt deject; if sin distress; In every case, still watch and pray.

3 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak, Tho' thought be broken, language lame, Pray, if thou canst or canst not speak, But pray with faith in Jesus' name.

4 Depend on him, thou canst not fail; Make all thy wants and wishes known; Fear not, his merits must prevail, Ask but in faith, it shall be done.

Joseph Hart. D. 1768

386 Retreat. L.M.

Psalm 104:34. (794)

My God, is any hour so sweet From blush of morn to evening star, As that which calls me to thy feet, The calm and holy hour of prayer?

2 Blest is the tranquil break of morn, And blest the hush of solemn eve, When on the wings of prayer up-borne, This fair, but transient, world I leave.

3 Then is my strength by thee renewed; Then are my sins by thee forgiven; Then dost thou cheer my solitude, With clear and beauteous hopes of heaven.

4 No words can tell what sweet relief, There for my every want I find; What strength for warfare, balm for grief, What deep and cheerful peace of mind.

5 Lord, till I reach the blissful shore, No privilege so dear shall be, As thus my inmost soul to pour In faithful, filial prayer to thee!

Charlotte Elliott, 1854.

387 Sweet Hour of Prayer. L.M.D.

Blessedness of Prayer. (790)

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! That calls me from a world of care, And bids me at my Father's throne Make all my wants and wishes known: In seasons of distress and grief, My soul has often found relief; And oft escaped the tempter's snare, By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!

2 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! Thy wings shall my petition bear To him whose truth and faithfulness Engage the waiting soul to bless. And since he bids he seek his face, Believe his word, and trust his grace, I'll cast on him my ev'ry care And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!

3 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! May I thy consolation share, Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height, I view my home and take my flight: This robe of flesh I'll drop and rise To seize the everlasting prize; And shout, while passing thro' the air, Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!

Rev. W.W. Walford, 1846.

388 Brown. C.M.

Secret Prayer. (776)

I love to steal awhile away From ev'ry cumb'ring care, And spend the hours of setting day In humble, grateful prayer.

2 I love in solitude to shed The penitential tear, And all his promises to plead, Where none but God can hear.

3 I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore, And all my cares and sorrows cast On him whom I adore.

4 I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven; The prospect doth my strength renew, While here by tempests driven.

5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, May its departing ray Be calm as this impressive hour, And lead to endless day!

Mrs. Phoebe H. Brown, 1825.

389 Brown. C.M.

Graces Sought in Prayer. (786)

Lord! teach us how to pray aright, With reverence and with fear; Though dust and ashes in thy sight, We may, we must draw near.

2 God of all grace, we come to thee, With broken, contrite hearts, Give, what thine eye delights to see, Truth in the inward parts;

3 Patience, to watch, and wait, and weep, Though mercy long delay; Courage, our fainting souls to keep, And trust thee though thou slay.

4 Give these, and then—thy will be done— Thus strengthened with all might, We by the Spirit and thy Son, Shall pray, and pray aright.

James Montgomery, 1819.

390 Brown. C.M.

Mark 13:33. (784)

The Savior bids thee watch and pray Through life's momentous hour; And grants the Spirit's quickening ray To those who seek his power.

2 The Savior bids thee watch and pray, Maintain a warrior's strife; Oh, Christian! hear his voice to-day; Obedience is thy life.

3 The Savior bids thee watch and pray, For soon the hour will come That calls thee from the earth away To thy eternal home.

4 The Savior bids thee watch and pray Oh, hearken to his voice, And follow where he leads the way, To heaven's eternal joys.

T. Hastings.

391 Devizes. C.M.

Prayer. (781)

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed; The motion of a hidden fire, That trembles in the breast.

2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.

3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech, That infant lips can try; Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high.

4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air: His watchword at the gates of death; He enters heaven with prayer.

5 Oh, Thou, by whom we come to God,— The Life, the Truth, the Way! The path of prayer thyself hast trod; Lord! teach us how to pray.

James Montgomery, 1819.

392 Marlow. C.M.

A Throne of Grace. (778)

A throne of grace! then let us go And offer up our prayer; A gracious God will mercy show To all that worship there.

2 A throne of grace! oh, at that throne Our knees have often bent, And God has showered his blessings down As often as we went.