3 A throne of grace! rejoice, ye saints! That throne is open still; To God unbosom your complaints, And then inquire his will.

Corbin.

393 Notting Hill. C.M.

Communion in Prayer. (777)

Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal, While here o'er earth we rove; Speak to our hearts, and let us feel The kindling of thy love.

2 With thee conversing, we forget All time, and toil, and care: Labor is rest, and pain is sweet, If thou, my God! art here.

3 Here, then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, And bid my heart rejoice: My bounding heart shall own thy sway, And echo to thy voice.

4 Thou callest me to seek thy face— 'Tis all I wish to seek; T' attend the whisperings of thy grace, And hear thee only speak.

Charles Wesley, 1740.

394 Aletta. 7s.

At the Throne. (804)

Come, my soul! thy suit prepare; Jesus loves to answer prayer; He himself has bid thee pray, Therefore will not say thee nay.

2 Thou art coming to a King, Large petitions with thee bring; For his grace and power are such, None can ever ask too much.

3 Lord! I come to thee for rest, Take possession of my breast; There thy blood-bought right maintain, And without a rival reign.

4 While I am a pilgrim here, Let thy love my spirit cheer; As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, Lead me to my journey's end.

John Newton, 1779.

395 What a Friend We Have in Jesus. 8s & 7s. D.

The Privilege of Prayer.

What a friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear; What a privilege to carry Ev'rything to God in prayer! O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear, All because we do not carry Ev'rything to God in prayer!

2 Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere? We should never be discouraged, Take it to the Lord in prayer. Can we find a friend so faithful, Who will all our sorrows share? Jesus knows our ev'ry weakness, Take it to the Lord in prayer!

3 Are we weak and heavy laden, Cumbered with a load of care?— Precious Savior, still our refuge,— Take it to the Lord in prayer. Do thy friends despise, forsake thee? Take it to the Lord in prayer; In his firms he'll take and shield thee, Thou wilt find a solace there.

Unknown.

396 The Lord's Prayer.

Chant.

Our Father who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name, Thy kingdom come; thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven,

2 Give us this day our daily bread, And forgive us our debts, as we for- give our debtors.

3 Lead us not into temptation, but de- liver us from evil; For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. A- men.

397 Thatcher. S.M.

I. Tim. 2:8. (1168)

Come at the morning hour, Come, let us kneel and pray; Pray'r is the Christian pilgrim's staff To walk with God all day.

2 At noon beneath the Rock Of Ages, rest and pray; Sweet is that shelter from the sun In weary heat of day.

3 At evening, in thy home, Around its altar, pray; And finding there the house of God, With heaven then close the day.

4 When midnight veils our eyes, Oh, it is sweet to say, I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord! With thee to watch and pray.

Anon.

398 Capello. S.M.

The Throne of Grace. (801)

Behold the throne of grace! The promise calls me near; There Jesus shows a smiling face, And waits to answer prayer.

2 That rich atoning blood, Which sprinkled round I see, Provides, for those who come to God, An all-prevailing plea.

3 My soul! ask what thou wilt; Thou canst not be too bold; Since his own blood for thee he spilt, What else can he withhold?

4 Thine, image, Lord! bestow, Thy presence and thy love; I ask to serve thee here below, And reign with thee above.

5 Teach me to live by faith; Conform my will to thine; Let me victorious be in death, And then in glory shine.

John Newton, 1779.

399 Tell It to Jesus Alone. P.M.

The Sympathizing Friend.

Are you weary, are you heavy-hearted? Tell it to Jesus. Are you grieving over joys departed? Tell it to Jesus alone.

Cho.—Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus, He is a Friend that's well known; You have no other such a friend or brother! Tell it to Jesus alone.

2 Do the tears flow down your cheeks unbidden? Tell it to Jesus. Have you sins that to man's eye are hidden? Tell it to Jesus alone.

3 Do you fear the gath'ring clouds of sorrow? Tell it to Jesus. Are you anxious what shall be to-morrow? Tell it to Jesus alone.

4 Are you troubled at the tho't of dying? Tell it to Jesus. For Christ's coming kingdom are you sighing? Tell it to Jesus alone.

J. E. Rankin, D. D.

400 Maitland. C.M.

The Cross and the Crown. (835)

Must Jesus bear the cross alone, And all the world go free? No, there's a cross for every one, And there's a cross for me.

2 How happy are the saints above, Who once went mourning here! But now they taste unmingled love, And joy without a tear.

3 This consecrated cross I'll bear, Till death shall set me free, And then go home my crown to wear, For there's a crown for me.

4 Upon the crystal pavement, down At Jesus' pierced feet, Joyful, I'll cast my golden crown, And his dear name repeat.

5 And palms shall wave, and harps shall ring Beneath heaven's arches high; The Lord, that lives, the ransomed sing, That lives no more to die.

6 Oh! precious cross! oh! glorious crown! Oh! resurrection day! Ye angels! from the skies come down, And bear my soul away.

V. 1. Thomas Shepherd, 1692. Vs. 2-3, G. N. Allen, 1849, a.

401 Maitland. C.M.

The Christian Race. (783)

Awake, my soul—stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, A bright, immortal crown.

2 'Tis God's all-animating voice That calls thee from on high: 'Tis his own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye.

3 A cloud of witnesses around, Hold thee in full survey: Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way.

4 Blest Savior, introduced by thee Have we our race begun; And, crowned with vict'ry, at thy feet We'll lay our laurels down.

P. Doddridge, 1740.

402 Maitland. C.M.

Christian Charity. (809)

Blest is the man, whose softening heart Feels all another's pain; To whom the supplicating eye Was never raised in vain;—

2 Whose breast expands with generous warmth, A stranger's woes to feel, And bleeds in pity o'er the wound He wants the power to heal.

3 He spreads his kind supporting arms To every child of grief; Hie secret bounty largely flows, And brings unasked relief.

4 To gentle offices of love, His feet are never slow; He views, through mercy's melting eye, A brother in a foe.

Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1772.

403 Boylston. S.M.

The Christian's Life-Work. (798)

A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify; A never-dying-soul to save, And fit it for the sky:—-

2 To serve the present age, My calling to fulfill,— Oh! may it all my powers engage— To do my Master's will.

3 Arm me with jealous care, As in thy sight to live; And, oh, thy servant, Lord! prepare A strict account to give.

4 Help me to watch and pray, And on thyself rely; Assured, if I my trust betray, I shall forever die.

Charles Wesley, 1762.

404 Boylston. S.M.

Sowing and Reaping. (1014)

Sow in the morn thy seed, At eve hold not thy hand; To doubt and fear give thou no heed; Broad-cast it o'er the land.

2 And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength, The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, And the full corn at length.

3 Thou canst not toil in vain; Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain, For garners in the sky.

4 Thence, when the glorious end, The day of God, shall come, The angel-reapers shall descend, And heaven cry "Harvest-home!"

James Montgomery, 1825.

405 Boylston. S.M.

Doing Good. (821)

We give thee but thine own, Whate'er the gift may be: All that we have is thine alone, A trust, O Lord! from thee.

2 O, hearts are bruised and dead, And homes are bare and cold, And lambs, for whom the Shepherd bled, Are straying from the fold.

3 To comfort and to bless, To find a balm for woe, To tend the lone and fatherless Is angels' work below.

4 The captive to release, To God the lost to bring, To teach the way of life and peace, It is a Christ-like thing.

5 And we believe thy word, Though dim our faith may be: Whate'er for thine we do, O Lord, We do it unto thee.

William Walsham How, 1854.

406 Triumph. L.M.

The Useful Life. (818)

Go, labor on; spend, and be spent,— Thy joy to do the Father's will; It is the way the Master went; Should not the servant tread it still?

2 Go, labor on; 'tis not for naught; Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain; Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not, The Master praises;—what are men?

3 Go, labor on; enough, while here, If he shall praise thee, if he deign Thy willing heart to mark and cheer, No toil for him shall be in vain.

4 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice; For toil comes rest, for exile home; Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice, The midnight peal,—"Behold! I come!"

Horatius Bonar, 1857.

407 Just As I am. L.M.

Consistency.—Titus 2: 10-13. (737)

So let our lips and lives express The holy gospel we profess; So let our works and virtues shine To prove the doctrine all divine.

2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad The honors of our Savior God; When his salvation reigns within, And grace subdues the power of sin.

3 Religion bears our spirits up, While we expect that blessed hope,— The bright appearance of the Lord; And faith stands leaning on his word.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

408 Essex. 8s & 7s.

The Responsibilities of the Age.

We are living, we are dwelling, In a grand and awful time, In an age on ages telling; To be living is sublime.

2 Hark the onset! will ye fold your Faith-clad arms in lazy lock? Up! O up! thou drowsy soldier; Worlds are charging to the shock.

3 Worlds are charging, heav'n beholding; Thou hast but an hour to fight; Now, the blazoned cross unfolding, On! right onward for the right.

4 On! let all the soul within you For the truth's sake go abroad; Strike! let ev'ry nerve and sinew Tell on ages—tell for God.

Bp. Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1840.

409 Triumph. L.M.

Zeal.—John 9:4. (1009)

Go, labor on, while it is day; The world's dark night is hastening on; Speed, speed thy work,—cast sloth away! It is not thus that souls are won.

2 Men die in darkness at your side, Without a hope to cheer the tomb; Take up the torch and wave it wide— The torch that lights time's thickest gloom.

3 Toil on, faint not;—keep watch and pray! Be wise the erring soul to win; Go forth into the world's highway; Compel the wanderer to come in.

4 Go, labor on; your hands are weak; Your knees are faint, your soul cast down; Yet falter not; the prize you seek Is near,—a kingdom and a crown!

H. Bonar, 1857.

410 Triumph. L.M.

Psalm 41. (819)

Blest is the man whose heart doth move, And melt with pity to the poor; Whose soul, by sympathizing love, Feels what his fellow-saints endure.

2 His heart contrives, for their relief, More good than his own hands can do; He, in the time of general grief, Shall find the Lord has pity too.

3 His soul shall live secure on earth, With secret blessings on his head, When drought, and pestilence, and dearth Around him multiply their dead.

4 Or, if he languish on his couch, God will pronounce his sins forgiven, Will save him with a healing touch, Or take his willing soul to heaven.

Isaac Watts. 1719.

411 Rescue the Perishing. P.M.

Seeking the Lost.

Rescue the perishing, Care for the dying, Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave; Weep o'er the erring one, Lift up the fallen, Tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save.

Cho.—Rescue the perishing, Care for the dying; Jesus is merciful, Jesus will save.

2 Tho' they are slighting him, Still he is waiting, Waiting the penitent child to receive. Plead with them earnestly, Plead with them gently, He will forgive if they only believe.

3 Down in the human heart, Crushed by the tempter, Feelings lie buried which grace can restore. Touched by a loving heart, Wakened by kindness, Cords that were broken will vibrate once more.

4 Rescue the perishing, Duty demands it; Strength for thy labor the Lord will provide. Back to the narrow way Patiently win them; Tell the poor wand'rer a Savior has died.

Fanny J. Crosby.

412 While the Days Are Going By. P.M.

Daily Opportunity.

There are lonely hearts to cherish, While the days are going by; There are weary souls who perish, While the days are going by; If a smile we can renew, As our journey we pursue, Oh, the good we all may do, While the days are going by.

Ref.—Going by, going by, Going by, going by, Oh, the good we all may do, While the days are going by.

2 There's no time for idle scorning, While the days are going by; Let your face be like the morning, While the days are going by; Oh, the world is full of sighs, Full of sad and weeping eyes; Help your fallen brother rise, While the days are going by.

3 All the loving links that bind us, While the days are going by; One by one we leave behind us, While the days are going by; But the seeds of good we sow Both in shade and shine will grow, And will keep our hearts aglow, While the days are going by.

George Cooper.

413 I Want to Be a Worker. P.M.

Delight in God's Work.

I want to be a worker for the Lord, I want to love and trust his holy word; I want to sing and pray, and be busy ev'ry day In the vineyard of the Lord.

Cho.—I will work, I will pray, In the vineyard, in the vineyard of the Lord; I will work, I will pray, I will labor ev'ry day In the vineyard of the Lord.

2 I want to be a worker ev'ry day, I want to lead the erring in the way That leads to heav'n above, where all is peace and love, In the kingdom of the Lord.

3 I want to be a worker strong and brave, I want to trust in Jesus' power to save; All who will truly come, shall find a happy home In the kingdom of the Lord.

4 I want to be a worker; help me, Lord, To lead the lost and erring to thy word That points to joys on high, where pleasures never die, In the kingdom of the Lord.

Isaiah Baltzell.

414 Seeds of Promise. C.M.

Seedtime and Harvest.

Oh, scatter seeds of loving deeds, Along the fertile field, For grain will grow from what you sow, And fruitful harvest yield.

CHO—Then day by day along your way, The seeds of promise cast, That ripened grain from hill and plain, Be gathered home at last.

2 Tho' sown in tears the weary years, The seed will surely live; Tho' great the cost it is not lost, For God will fruitage give.

3 The harvest home of God will come; And after toil and care, With joy untold your sheaves of gold Will all be garnered there.

Jessie H. Brown.

415 We're Marching to Zion. S.M.

The Christian Journey.

Come, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known, Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne.

Cho.—We're marching to Zion, Beautiful, beautiful Zion, We're marching upward to Zion, The beautiful city of God.

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

3 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets.

4 Then let our songs abound, And ev'ry tear be dry; We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

416 Work, for the Night is Coming. P.M.

Work While it is Day.

Work, for the night is coming, Work thro' the morning hours; Work while the dew is sparkling, Work 'mid springing flowers; Work, when the day grows brighter, Work in the glowing sun; Work, for the night is coming, When man's work is done.

2 Work, for the night is coming, Work thro' the sunny noon; Fill brightest hours with labor, Rest comes sure and soon; Give ev'ry flying minute, Something to keep in store; Work, for the night is coming, When man works no more.

3 Work, for the night is coming, Under the sunset skies; While their bright tints are glowing, Work, for daylight flies; Work till the last beam fadeth, Fadeth to shine no more; Work while the night is dark'ning, When man's work is o'er.

Annie L. Walker.

417 Bringing in the Sheaves. P.M.

Spiritual Harvest.

Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness, Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve; Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping, We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.

Cho.—Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves, We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves; Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves, We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.

2 Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in the shadows, Fearing neither clouds nor winter's chilling breeze; By and by the harvest and the labor ended, We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.

3 Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master, Though the loss sustained our spirit often grieves; When our weeping's over, he will bid us welcome; We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.

Knowles Shaw.

418 Crown After Cross. P.M.

Tears and Joy.

Light after darkness, Gain after loss, Strength after weariness, Crown after cross, Sweet after bitter, Song after sigh, Home after wandering, Praise after cry.

Cho.—Now comes the weeping, Then the glad reaping; Now comes the labor hard, Then the reward.

2 Sheaves after sowing, Sun after rain, Sight after mystery, Peace after pain, Joy after sorrow, Calm after blast, Rest after weariness, Sweet rest at last.

3 Near after distant, Gleam after gloom, Love after loneliness, Life after tomb. After long agony, Rapture of bliss; Right was the pathway Leading to this.

Frances R. Havergal.

419 I Love to Tell the Story. 7s. & 6s. D.

The Old, Old Story.

I love to tell the story Of unseen things above, Of Jesus and his glory, Of Jesus and his love! I love to tell the story, Because I know it's true; It satisfies my longings, As nothing else would do.

Cho.—I love to tell the story! 'Twill be my theme in glory, To tell the old, old story Of Jesus and his love.

2 I love to tell the story! More wonderful it seems, Than all the golden fancies Of all our golden dreams. I love to tell the story! It did so much for me! And that is just the reason, I tell it now to thee.

3 I love to tell the story! 'Tis pleasant to repeat What seems, each time, I tell it, More wonderfully sweet. I love to tell the story! For some have never heard The message of salvation From God's own Holy Word.

4 I love to tell the story! For those who know it best Seem hungering and thirsting To hear it like the rest. And when, in scenes of glory, I sing the new, new song, 'Twill be—the old, old story That I have loved so long.

Miss Kate Hankey, 1867.

420 Only a Word. P.M.

Speaking for Christ.

Only a word for Jesus, Spoken in fear with sense of need; Yet, with the Master's blessing, Thousands that word may feed.

Cho.—Give me a word for thee, Master! Give me a word for thee! To speak thy praise, Some soul to raise, Oh, give me a word for thee.

2 Only a word for Jesus, Gentle and low with falt'ring breath; Yet, with the Spirit's thrilling, Winning a soul from death.

3 Only a word for Jesus, Only a wav'ring soul to hear; Yet, thro' increasing ages, Widen its help and cheer.

4 Only a word for Jesus, Feeble the love and praise appear: Angels their songs are ceasing, Glad this new note to hear.

E. S. Lorenz.

421 Is Your Lamp Still Burning? P.M.

Waiting His Coming.

Are you Christ's light bearer? Of his joy a sharer? Is this dark world fairer For your cheering ray? Is your beacon lighted, Guiding souls benighted To the land of perfect day?

Cho.—Oh, brother, is your lamp trimmed and burning? Is the world made brighter by its cheering ray? Are you ever waiting For your Lord's returning? Are you watching day by day?

2 Is your heart warm glowing, With his love o'erflowing, And his goodness showing More and more each day? Are you pressing onward, With Christ's faithful vanguard, In the safe and narrow way?

3 Keep your altars burning, Wait your Lord's returning, While your heart's deep yearning Draws him ever near; With his radiance splendid Shall your light be blended When his glory shall appear?

Priscilla J. Owens.

422 Will Jesus Find Us Watching? P.M.

Faithfulness.

When Jesus comes to reward his servants, Whether it be noon or night, Faithful to him will he find us watching, With our lamps all trimmed and bright?

Ref.—Oh, can we say we are ready, brother? Ready for the soul's bright home? Say, will he find you and me still watching, Waiting, waiting when the Lord shall come?

2 If at the dawn of the early morning, He shall call us one by one, When to the Lord we restore our talents, Will he answer thee—Well done?

3 Have we been true to the trust he left us? Do we seek to do our best? If in our hearts there is naught condemns us, We shall have a glorious rest.

4 Blessed are those whom the Lord finds watching, In his glory they shall share; If he shall come at the dawn or midnight, Will he find us watching there?

Fanny J. Crosby.

423 Laban. S.M.

Watchfulness and Prayer. (763)

My soul, be on thy guard, Ten thousand foes arise: The hosts of sin are pressing hard To draw thee from the skies.

2 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray; The battle ne'er give o'er; Renew it boldly every day, And help divine implore.

3 Ne'er think the vict'ry won Nor lay thine armor down; Thy arduous work will not be done Till thou obtain thy crown.

4 Fight on, my soul, till death Shall bring thee to thy God; He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, To his divine abode.

George Heath, 1806.

424 Laban. S.M.

The Panoply of God. (761)

Soldiers of Christ! arise, And put your armor on,— Strong, in the strength which God supplies, Through his eternal Son:—

2 Strong, in the Lord of hosts, And in his mighty power; Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, Is more than conqueror.

3 Stand, then, in his great might, With all his strength endued; And take, to arm you for the fight, The panoply of God:—

4 That, having all things done, And all your conflicts past, You may o'ercome through Christ alone, And stand entire at last.

5 From strength to strength go on; Wrestle, and fight, and pray; Tread all the powers of darkness down, And win the well-fought day.

6 Still let the Spirit cry, In all his soldiers, "Come," Till Christ, the Lord, descends from high, And takes the conquerors home.

Charles Wesley, 1749.

425 Laban. S.M.

Victory is on the Lord's Side. (765)

Arise, ye saints, arise! The Lord our Leader is: The foe before his banner flies, And victory is his.

2 We soon shall see the day When all our toils shall cease; When we shall cast our arms away, And dwell in endless peace.

3 This hope supports us here; It makes our burdens light: 'Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer, Till faith shall end in sight:—

4 Till, of the prize possessed, We hear of war no more; And ever with our Leader rest, On yonder peaceful shore.

Thomas Kelly, 1803.

426 Maitland. C.M.

The Sacrifices of Warfare. (751)

Am I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name?

2 Must I be carried to the skies On flow'ry beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed thro' bloody seas?

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

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

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

6 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thy armies shine In robes of vict'ry through the skies, The glory shall be thine.

Isaac Watts, 1723

427 America. 6s & 4s.

Christian Soldiers. (773)

Soldiers of Christ are we Marching to victory, Marching to heaven; In his bright armor dressed, His cross our chosen crest, And for our food and rest, His word is given.

2 Tho' foes our path surround, Tho' toils and cares abound, Onward we tread; We hear our Lord's command; We grasp each shining brand, And, like a banner grand, Hope waves o'erhead.

3 Soldiers of Christ are we, Light, Love, and Liberty Our battle call! Till truth shall win the day, Till right shall gain the sway, Till sin is driven away, We fight or fall.

428 Webb. 7s & 6s.

(771)

Stand up, stand up for Jesus, Ye soldiers of the cross! Lift high his royal banner, It must not suffer loss; From victory unto victory His army shall he lead, Till every foe is vanquished. And Christ is Lord indeed.

2 Stand up, stand up for Jesus. The trumpet call obey; Forth to the mighty conflict, In this his glorious day; Ye that are men! now serve him, Against unnumbered foes; Your courage rise with danger, And strength to strength oppose.

3 Stand up, stand up for Jesus, Stand in his strength alone; The arm of flesh will fail you; Ye dare not trust your own; Put on the gospel armor, And, watching unto prayer, Where duty calls, or danger, Be never wanting there.

4 Stand up, stand up for Jesus: The strife will not be long; This day, the noise of battle,— The next, the victor's song; To him that overcometh, A crown of life shall be; He, with the King of glory, Shall reign eternally!

George Duffield, 1858.

429 Webb. 7s & 6s.

Psalm 27. (772)

God is my strong salvation; What foe have I to fear? In darkness and temptation, My Light, my Help is near: Though hosts encamp around me, Firm to the fight I stand; What terror can confound me, With God at my right hand?

2 Place on the Lord reliance; My soul! with courage wait; His truth be thine affiance, When faint and desolate; His might thy heart shall strengthen, His love thy joy increase; Mercy thy days shall lengthen; The Lord will give thee peace.

James Montgomery, 1822.

430 Yield Not to Temptation. P.M.

Courage.

Yield not to temptation, For yielding is sin; Each vict'ry will help you Some other to win. Fight manfully onward, Dark passions subdue; Look ever to Jesus, He'll carry you through.

Cho.—Ask the Savior to help you, Comfort, strengthen, and keep you; He is willing to aid you, He will carry you through.

2 Shun evil companions, Bad language disdain, God's name hold in rev'rence, Nor take it in vain; Be thoughtful and earnest, Kind-hearted and true; Look ever to Jesus, He'll carry you through.

3 To him that o'ercometh, God giveth a crown; Through faith we shall conquer, Though often cast down; He who is our Savior Our strength will renew; Look ever to Jesus, He'll carry you through.

H.R. Palmer.

431 St. Martin's. C.M.

Founded on a Rock. (892)

With stately towers and bulwarks strong, Unrivaled and alone, Loved theme of many a sacred song; God's holy city shone.

2 Thus fair was Zion's chosen seat, The glory of all lands; Yet fairer and in strength complete, The Christian temple stands.

3 The faithful of each clime and age This glorious church compose; Built on a Rock, with idle rage The threat'ning tempest blows.

4 Fear not; though hostile bands alarm, Thy God is thy defense; And weak and powerless every arm Against Omnipotence.

Isaac Watts.

432 St. Martin's. C.M.

The Church Immovable. (891)

Oh! where are kings and empires now, Of old that went and came? But, Lord! thy church is praying yet, A thousand years the same.

2 We mark her goodly battlements, And her foundations strong; We hear within the solemn voice Of her unending song.

3 For, not like kingdoms of the world, Thy holy church, O God! Though earthquake shocks are threatening her, And tempests are abroad;

4 Unshaken as eternal hills, Immovable she stands, A mountain that shall fill the earth, A house not made by hands.

Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1839, a.

433 St. Martin's. C.M.

Returning to Zion. (894)

Daughter of Zion, from the dust Exalt thy fallen head; Again in thy Redeemer trust— He calls thee from the dead.

2 Awake, awake, put on thy strength, Thy beautiful array; The day of freedom dawns at length— The Lord's appointed day.

3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, And send thy heralds forth; Say to the South, Give up thy charge! And, Keep not back, O North!

4 They come, they come; thine exiled bands, Where'er they rest or roam, Have heard thy voice in distant lands, And hasten to their home.

James Montgomery, 1825.

434 St. Martin's. C.M.

Little Flock.

Church of the ever-living God, The Father's gracious choice, Amid the voices of this earth How feeble is thy voice!

2 Not many rich or noble called, Not many great or wise: They whom God makes his kings and priests Are poor in human eyes.

3 But the chief Shepherd comes at length; Their feeble days are o'er, No more a handful in the earth, A little flock no more.

H. Bonar, ab.

435 Laban. S.M.

Psalm 137. (914)

I love thy kingdom, Lord! The house of thine abode, The church our blest Redeemer saved, With his own precious blood.

2 I love thy church, O God! Her walls before thee stand, Dear as the apple of thine eye, And graven on thy hand.

3 For her my tears shall fall, For her my prayers ascend; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end.

4 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise.

5 Sure as thy truth shall last, To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven.

Timothy Dwight, 1800.

436 State Street. S.M.

A Revival Sought. (912)

Revive thy work, O Lord! Thy mighty arm make bare; Speak, with the voice that wakes the dead, And make thy people hear.

2 Revive thy work, O Lord! Disturb this sleep of death; Quicken the smoldering embers now, By thine almighty breath.

3 Revive thy work, O Lord! Exalt thy precious name; And, by the Holy Ghost, our love For thee and thine inflame.

4 Revive thy work, O Lord! And give refreshing showers; The glory shall be all thine own, The blessing, Lord! be ours.

Albert Midlane, 1861.

437 Ware. L.M.

Christ's Everlasting Kingdom. (895)

Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom spread from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

2 From north to south the princes meet, To pay their homage at his feet; While western empires own their Lord, And savage tribes attend his word.

3 To him shall endless prayer be made, And endless praises crown his head; His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise, With every morning sacrifice.

4 People and realms of every tongue Dwell on his love with sweetest song, And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his name.

5 Blessings abound where'er he reigns; The prisoner leaps to lose his chains; The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest.

6 Let every creature rise and bring Peculiar honors to our King; Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the loud Amen!

Isaac Watts, 1719.

438 Ware. L.M.

The Glory of the Church. (904)

Triumphant Zion! lift thy head From dust, and darkness, and the dead; Though humbled long, awake at length, And gird thee with thy Savior's strength.

2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, And let thy various charms be known; The world thy glories shall confess, Decked in the robes of righteousness.

3 No more shall foes unclean invade, And fill thy hallowed walls with dread; No more shall hell's insulting host Their vict'ry and thy sorrows boast.

4 God, from on high, thy groans will hear; His hand thy ruins shall repair; Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease To guard thee in eternal peace.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

439 Ware. L.M.

Rev. 11: 15. (1028)

Soon may the last glad song arise Through all the millions of the skies— That song of triumph which records That all the earth is now the Lord's!

2 Let thrones and powers and kingdoms be Obedient, mighty God, to thee! And, over land and stream and main, Wave thou the scepter of thy reign!

3 Oh, let that glorious anthem swell, Let host to host the triumph tell, That not one rebel heart remains, But over all the Savior reigns!

Mrs. Voke, 1816.

440 Zion. 8s, 7s, & 4s.

Her Enemies Confounded. (925)

Zion stands with hills surrounded, Zion kept by power divine! All her foes shall be confounded, Tho' the world in arms combine. Happy Zion, What a favored lot is thine!

2 Ev'ry human tie may perish, Friend to friend unfaithful prove, Mothers cease their own to cherish, Heaven and earth at last remove; But no changes Can attend Jehovah's love.

3 In the furnace God may prove thee, Thence to bring thee forth more bright, But can never cease to love thee— Thou art precious in his sight: God is with thee— God, thine everlasting light.

Thomas Kelly, 1804

441 Zion. 8s, 7s, & 4s.

The Gospel Herald. (926)

On the mountain's top appearing, Lo! the sacred herald stands, Welcome news to Zion bearing— Zion long in hostile lands: Mourning captive! God himself shall loose thy bands.

2 Has thy night been long and mournful? Have thy friends unfaithful proved? Have thy foes been proud and scornful? By thy sighs and tears unmoved? Cease thy mourning; Zion still is well beloved.

3 God, thy God, will now restore thee; He himself appears thy Friend; All thy foes shall flee before thee; Here their boasts and triumph end; Great deliverance Zion's King will surely send.

Thomas Kelly, 1804

442 Zion. 8s, 7s, & 4s.

Prayer for a Revival. (923)

Savior, visit thy plantation; Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain; All will come to desolation, Unless thou return again. Lord, revive us! All our help must come from thee.

2 Keep no longer at a distance; Shine upon us from on high, Lest, for want of thine assistance, Every plant should droop and die. Lord, revive us! All our help must come from thee.

3 Let our mutual love be fervent! Make us prevalent in prayers; Let each one, esteemed thy servant, Shun the world's bewitching snares. Lord, revive us! All our help must come from thee.

4 Break the tempter's fatal power, Turn the stony heart to flesh, And begin, from this good hour, To revive thy work afresh. Lord, revive us! All our help must come from thee.

John Newton, 1779

443 Austria. 8s, 7s. D.

The Glory of the Church. (921)

Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God! He, whose word cannot be broken, Formed thee for his own abode; On the Rock of Ages founded, What can shake thy sure repose? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou mayest smile at all thy foes.

2 See! the streams of living waters, Springing from eternal love, Well supply thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove; Who can faint, while such a river, Ever flows their thirst t' assuage?— Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver, Never fails from age to age.

3 Round each habitation hovering, See the cloud and tire appear, For a glory and a covering, Showing that the Lord is near! Thus deriving from their banner, Light by night, and shade by day, Safe they feed upon the manna Which he gives them when they pray.

John Newton, 1779.

444 Austria. 8s, 7s. D.

Isa. 54:10.

Zion, dreary and in anguish, 'Mid the desert hast thou strayed! Oh, thou weary, cease to languish; Jesus shall lift up thy head. Still lamenting and bemoaning, 'Mid thy follies and thy woes! Soon repenting and returning, All thy solitude shall close.

2 Though benighted and forsaken, Though afflicted and distressed; His almighty arm shall waken; Zion's King shall give thee rest: Cease thy sadness, unbelieving; Soon his glory shalt thou see! Joy and gladness, and thanksgiving, And the voice of melody!

Thos. Hastings

445 Austria. 8s, 75. D.

The Heralds of the Gospel. (1048)

Onward, onward, men of heaven Bear the gospel's banner high; Rest not, till its light is given, Star of every pagan sky: Send it where the pilgrim stranger Paints beneath the torrid ray; Bid the red-browed forest-ranger Hail it, ere he fades away.

2 Rude in speech, or grim in feature, Dark in spirit, though they be, Show that light to every creature— Prince or vassal, bond or free: Lo! they haste to every nation: Host on host the ranks supply: Onward! Christ is your salvation, And your death is victory.

Mrs. Lydia H. Sigourney.

446 Baca. L.M.

Save the Perishing. (1021)

The heathen perish; day by day, Thousands on thousands pass away! O Christians, to their rescue fly, Preach Jesus to them ere they die!

2 Wealth, labor, talents freely give, Yea, life itself, that they may live, What hath your Savior done for you? And what for him will ye not do?

3 Oh, Spirit of the Lord! go forth, Call in the South, wake up the North, From every clime, from sun to sun, Gather God's children into one!

J. Montgomery

447 Baca. L.M.

Home Missions. (1022)

Look from thy sphere of endless day, O God of mercy and of might! In pity look on those who stray, Benighted, in this land of light.

2 In peopled vale, in lonely glen, In crowded mart, by stream or sea, How many of the sons of men Hear not the message sent from thee!

3 Send forth thy heralds, Lord! to call The thoughtless young, the hardened old, A scattered, homeless flock, till all Be gathered to thy peaceful fold.

4 Send them thy mighty word to speak, Till faith shall dawn, and doubt depart, To awe the bold, to stay the weak, And bind and heal the broken heart.

5 Then all these wastes, a dreary scene, That make us sadden as we gaze, Shall grow with living waters green, And lift to heaven the voice of praise.

William C. Bryant, 1840.

448 Baca. L.M.

Missionary Charged and Encouraged. (1024)

Go, messenger of peace and love, To people plunged in shades of night, Like angels sent from fields above, Be thine to shed celestial light.

2 Go to the hungry—food impart; To paths of peace the wand'rer guide, And lead the thirsty, panting heart, Where streams of living water glide.

3 Oh, faint not in the day of toil, When harvest waits the reaper's hand: Go, gather in the glorious spoil, And joyous in his presence stand.

4 Thy love a rich reward shall find From him who sits enthroned on high: For they who turn the erring mind Shall shine like stars above the sky.

A. Balfor

449 Baca. L.M.

Ascend Thy Throne.

Ascend thy throne, almighty King, And spread thy glories all abroad; Let thine own arm salvation bring, And be thou known the gracious God.

2 Let millions bow before thy seat, Let humble mourners seek thy face, Bring daring rebels to thy feet, Subdued by thy victorious grace.

3 Oh, let the kingdoms of the world Become the kingdoms of the Lord! Let saints and angels praise thy name, Be thou through heaven and earth adored.

Benjamin Beddome.

450 Missionary Chant. L.M.

The Universal Reign of Christ. (1033)

Arm of the Lord! awake, awake; Put on thy strength, the nation shake; And let the world, adoring, see Triumphs of mercy, wrought by thee.

2 Say to the heathen, from thy throne, "I am Jehovah—God alone!" Thy voice their idols shall confound, And cast their altars to the ground.

3 No more let human blood be spilt, Vain sacrifice for human guilt; But to each conscience be applied The blood, that flowed from Jesus' side.

4 Almighty God! thy grace proclaim In every clime, of every name, Till adverse powers before thee fall, And crown the Savior—Lord of all.

William Shrubsole, 1776.

451 Missionary Chant. L.M.

Mission to the Heathen. (1030)

Behold, the heathen waits to know The joy the gospel will bestow; The exiled captive to receive The freedom Jesus has to give.

2 Come, let us, with a grateful heart, In this blest labor share a part; Our prayers and offerings gladly bring To aid the triumphs of our King.

3 Our hearts exult in songs of praise, That we have seen these latter days, When our Redeemer shall be known Where Satan long has held his throne.

4 Where'er his hand hath spread the skies, Sweet incense to his name shall rise, And slave and freeman, Greek and Jew, By sovereign grace be formed anew.

Voke.

452 Missionary Chant. L.M.

The Gospel Banner. (1027)

Fling out the banner! let it float Skyward and seaward, high and wide, The sun that lights its shining folds, The cross on which the Savior died.

2 Fling out the banner! angels bend In anxious silence o'er the sign, And vainly seek to comprehend The wonder of the love divine.

3 Fling out the banner! heathen lands Shall see from far the glorious sight; And nations, crowding to be born, Baptize their spirits in its light.

4 Fling out the banner! sin-sick souls, That sink and perish in the strife, Shall touch in faith its radiant hem, And spring immortal, into life.

5 Fling out the banner! let it float Skyward and seaward, high and wide Our glory, only in the cross, Our only hope, the Crucified.

6 Fling out the banner! wide and high, Seaward and skyward let it shine; Nor skill, nor might, nor merit, ours; We conquer only in that sign.

George W. Doane, 1848.

453 Zion. 8s, 7s & 4s.

Hopeful View. (1042)

Yes, we trust the day is breaking; Joyful times are near at hand; God, the mighty God, is speaking By his word in ev'ry land; When he chooses, Darkness flies at his command.

2 While the foe becomes more daring, While he enters like a flood God, the Savior, is preparing Means to spread his truth abroad, Ev'ry language Soon shall tell the love of God.

3 Oh, 'tis pleasant, 'tis reviving To our hearts, to hear, each day, Joyful news, from far arriving, How the gospel wins its way, Those enlight'ning Who in death and darkness lay.

4 God of Jacob, high and glorious, Let thy people see thy hand; Let the gospel be victorious, Through the world in every land; Then shall idols Perish, Lord, at thy command.

Thomas Kelly, 1809.

454 Anvern. L.M.

The Kingdom of Christ.

Great God! whose universal sway The known and unknown worlds obey; Now give the kingdom to thy Son; Extend his power, exalt his throne.

2 The heathen lands, that lie beneath The shades of over-spreading death, Revive at his first dawning light, And deserts blossom at the sight.

3 The saints shall flourish in his days, Dressed in the robes of joy and praise; Peace, like a river, from his throne, Shall flow to nations yet unknown.

Isaac Watts.

455 Missionary Hymn. 7s & 6s. D. Condition of the Heathen. (1061)

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

2 Shall we, whose souls are lighted By wisdom from on high, Shall we to man benighted The light of life deny? Salvation! oh, salvation! The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth's remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name.

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

Reginald Heber, 1819.

456 Missionary Hymn. 7s & 6s. D.

Home Missions. (1062)

Our country's voice is pleading, Ye men of God, arise! His providence is leading, The land before you lies; Day gleams are o'er it brightening, And promise clothes the soil; Wide fields for harvest whitening, Invite the reaper's toil.

2 Go where the waves are breaking On California's shore, Christ's precious gospel taking, More rich than golden ore; On Allegheny's mountains, Through all the western vale, Beside Missouri's fountains, Rehearse the wondrous tale.

3 The love of Christ unfolding, Speed on from east to west, Till all, his cross beholding, In him are fully blest. Great Author of salvation, Haste, haste the glorious day, When we, a ransomed nation, Thy scepter shall obey.

Mrs. G.W. Anderson.

457 Webb. 7s & 6s.

Success of the Gospel. (1057)

The morning light is breaking, The darkness disappears: The sons of earth are waking To penitential tears. Each breeze that sweeps the ocean Brings tidings from afar Of nations in commotion, Prepared for Zion's war.

2 Rich dews of grace come o'er us, In many a gentle shower, And brighter scenes before us Are opening every hour; Each cry, to heaven going, Abundant answers brings, And heavenly gales are blowing, With peace upon their wings.

3 See heathen nations bending Before the God we love, And thousand hearts ascending In gratitude above; While sinners, now confessing, The gospel call obey, And seek the Savior's blessing,— A nation in a day.

4 Blest river of salvation! Pursue thine onward way; Flow thou to every nation, Nor in thy richness stay:— Stay not, till all the lowly Triumphant reach their home; Stay not, till all the holy Proclaim "The Lord is come."

Samuel F. Smith, 1845.

458 Webb. 7s & 6s.

Home Missions. (1059)

Go preach the blest salvation To every sinful race, And bid each guilty nation Accept the Savior's grace; But bear, oh, quickly bear it Where thronging millions roam, And bid them freely share it, Who dwell with us at home.

2 Where blooms the broad savanna, Where mighty waters roll, There let the gospel banner Beam hope on every soul; Go where the west is teeming, And yet behold they come! The fields all ripe are gleaming For those who reap at home!

3 Our children there are dwelling, Neglected and astray, Whose hearts are often swelling To learn of Zion's way. Bear, bear to them the treasure And bid the exiles come; There is no sweeter pleasure, Than preaching Christ at home.

Sidney Dyer.

459 All Around the World. 6s & 5s.

Victory of the Church.

See the flag of Jesus O'er the earth unfurled! Sabbath-schools are singing, All around the world; Sunday-schools in China, India and Japan, Training souls for glory, By the gospel plan.

Cho.—Lift the cross of Jesus, Bear the Bible on; Soon the world will echo, With the vict'ry won. See the flag of Jesus, O'er the earth unfurled! Sunday-schools are singing, All around the world.

2 Little Indian diamonds, Precious island pearls; Learning Bible lessons, Happy boys and girls. Afric's gold dust scattered, Neath the feet of wrong, Rises up in brightness, From the darkness long.

3 Sunday-schools are singing, France and Spain and Rome; Hear their joyous music, Songs of heaven and home. Where the martyrs suffered, Holy seed is spread; Gather up these rubies, Dyed in life-blood red.

4 Sunday-schools in Chili, Reaching down the coast; Mexico is leading, Gallant little host. Glad Brazilian children, Praise to God shall sing; Far-off Patagonia Answers Christ is King.

Priscilla J. Owens.

460 Dillenburg. 7s & 6s.

The Messenger Welcomed. (928)

How beauteous on the mountains, The feet of him that brings, Like streams from living fountains, Good tidings of good things; That publisheth salvation, And jubilee release, To ev'ry tribe and nation, God's reign of joy and peace.

2 Lift up thy voice, oh, watchman! And shout from Zion's towers, Thy hallelujah chorus— "The victory is ours!" The Lord shall build up Zion In glory and renown, And Jesus, Judah's lion, Shall wear his rightful crown.

3 Break forth in hymns of gladness; Oh, waste Jerusalem! Let songs, instead of sadness, Thy jubilee proclaim; The Lord in strength victorious, Upon thy foes hath trod; Behold, oh, earth! the glorious Salvation of our God.

Benjamin Gough, 186-.

461 Herold. 7s.

Christian Ministers. (1039)

Soldiers of the cross! arise; Gird you with your armor bright; Mighty are your enemies, Hard the battle ye must fight.

2 Guard the helpless, seek the strayed, Soothe the troubled, banish grief; With the Spirit's sword arrayed, Scatter sin and unbelief.

3 Be the banner still unfurled, Bear it bravely still abroad, Till the kingdoms of the world Are the kingdoms of the Lord.

William Walsham How, 1854.

462 All Hallows. C.M.

In the Strength of Jesus. (983)

With thine own pity, Savior, see The thronged and darkening way! We go to win the lost to thee, Oh, help us, Lord, we pray!

2 Thou bid'st us go, with thee to stand Against hell's marshalled powers; And heart to heart, and hand to hand, To make thine honor ours.

3 Teach thou our lips of thee to speak, Of thy sweet love to tell; Till they who wander far shall seek And find and serve thee well.

4 O'er all the world thy Spirit send, And make thy goodness known, Till earth and heaven together blend Their praises at thy throne.

Ray Palmer.

463 All Hallows. C.M.

Zeal for Souls.—John 4:35.

Oh! still in accents sweet and strong Sounds forth the ancient word,— "More reapers for white harvest fields, More laborers for the Lord!"

2 We hear the call; in dreams no more In selfish ease we lie, But girded for our Father's work, Go forth beneath his sky.

3 Where prophet's word, and martyr's blood, And prayers of saints were sown, We, to their labors entering in, Would reap where they have strown.

S. Longfellow.

464 Welton. L.M.

A Meeting of Ministers. (1006)

Pour out thy Spirit from on high; Lord! thine assembled servants bless; Graces and gifts to each supply. And clothe thy priests with righteousness.

2 Wisdom, and zeal, and faith impart, Firmness with meekness from above, To bear thy people on our heart, And love the souls whom thou dost love;

3 To watch and pray, and never faint; By day and night, strict guard to keep; To warn the sinner, cheer the saint, Nourish thy lambs, and feed thy sheep.

4 Then, when our work is finished here, In humble hope, our charge resign; When the chief Shepherd shall appear, O God! may they and we be thine.

James Montgomery, 1825.

465 Welton. L.M.

An Ordination Service. (1011)

The solemn service now is done. The vow is pledged, the toil begun; Seal thou, O God! the oath above, And ratify the pledge of love.

2 The shepherd of thy people bless; Gird him with thine own holiness; In duty may his pleasure be His glory in his zeal for thee.

3 Here let the ardent prayer arise, Faith fix its grasp beyond the skies. The tear of penitence be shed, And myriads to the Savior led.

4 Come, Spirit! here consent to dwell; The mists of earth and sin dispel; Blest Savior! thine own rights maintain: Supreme in every bosom reign.

Samuel F. Smith, 1843.

466 Happy Day. L.M.

Rejoicing in Entire Consecration. (937)

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

Cho.—Happy day, happy day, When Jesus washed my sins away; He taught me how to watch and pray, And live rejoicing ev'ry day!

2 Oh, happy bond, that seals my vows To him who merits all my love! Let cheerful anthems fill the house, While to his altar now I move.

3 'Tis done—the great transaction's done; I am my Lord's, and he is mine; He drew me, and I followed on, Rejoiced to own the call divine.

4 Now rest—my long-divided heart— Fixed on this blissful center, rest; Here have I found a nobler part, Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast.

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

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

467 Happy Day. L.M.

Converts Welcomed. (940)

Come in, thou blessed of the Lord! Enter in Jesus' precious name; We welcome thee, with one accord, And trust the Savior does the same.

2 Those joys, which earth cannot afford, We'll seek in fellowship to prove, Joined in one spirit to our Lord, Together bound by mutual love.

3 And, while we pass this vale of tears, We'll make our joys and sorrows known; We'll share each other's hopes and fears, And count a brother's case our own.

4 Once more, our welcome we repeat; Receive assurance of our love; Oh! may we all together meet, Around the throne of God above.

Thomas Kelly, 1812.

468 Evan. C.M.

Brotherly Love. (983)

How sweet, how heavenly is the sight, When those who love the Lord, In one another's peace delight, And so fulfill his word!—

2 When each can feel his brother's sigh, And with him bear a part; When sorrow flows from eye to eye, And joy from heart to heart;

3 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride, Our wishes all above, Each can his brother's failings hide, And show a brother's love:

4 When love, in one delightful stream, Through every bosom flows; When union sweet, and dear esteem, In every action glows.

5 Love is the golden chain, that binds The happy souls above; And he's an heir of heaven, that finds His bosom glow with love.

Joseph Swain. 1791

469 Evan. C.M.

Gen. 24:31. (931)

Come in, beloved of the Lord, Stranger nor foe art thou; We welcome thee with warm accord, Our friend, our brother, now.

2 The hand of fellowship, the heart Of love, we offer thee: Leaving the world, thou dost but part From lies and vanity.

3 Come with us,—we will do thee good, As God to us hath done; Stand but in him, as those have stood Whose faith the victory won.

4 And when, by turns, we pass away, And star by star grows dim, May each, translated into day, Be lost and found in him.

James Montgomery.

470 Evan. C.M.

Covenant Vows. (933)

Witness, ye men and angels! now, Before the Lord we speak; To him we make our solemn vow, A vow we dare not break;—

2 That, long as life itself shall last, Ourselves to Christ we yield; Nor from his cause will we depart, Or even quit the field.

3 We trust not in our native strength, But on his grace rely; That, with returning wants, the Lord Will all our need supply.

4 Oh! guide our doubtful feet aright, And keep us in thy ways; And, while we turn our vows to prayers, Turn thou our prayers to praise.

Benjamin Beddome, 1790.

471 Dennis. S.M.

Love to the Brethren. (992)

Blest be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love! The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above.

2 Before our Father's throne, We pour our ardent prayers; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, Our comforts and our cares.

3 We share our mutual woes; Our mutual burdens bear; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear.

4 When we asunder part, It gives us inward pain; But we shall still be joined in heart, And hope to meet again.

5 This glorious hope revives Our courage by the way; While each in expectation lives, And longs to see the day.

6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, And sin we shall be free; And perfect love and friendship reign Through all eternity.

John Fawcett, 1772.

472 Dennis. S.M.

Laborers in the Vineyard. (995)

And let our bodies part— To diff'rent climes repair; Inseparably joined in heart The friends of Jesus are.

2 Oh, let us still proceed In Jesus' work below; And following our triumphant Head, To further conquests go.

3 The vineyard of the Lord Before his laborers lies; And lo! we see the vast reward Which waits us in the skies.

4 Oh, let our heart and mind Continually ascend, That haven of repose to find, Where all our labors end.

Charles Wesley

473 Dennis, S.M.

Meeting After Absence. (996)

And are we yet alive, And see each other's face? Glory and praise to Jesus give, For his redeeming grace.

2 Preserved by power divine To full salvation here, Again in Jesus' praise we join, And in his sight appear.

3 What troubles have we seen! What conflicts have we passed! Fightings without, and fears within, Since we assembled last!

4 But out of all the Lord Hath brought us by his love; And still he doth his help afford, And hides our life above.

5 Let us take up the cross, Till we the crown obtain; And gladly reckon all things loss So we may Jesus gain.

Charles Wesley.

474 Rockingham. L.M.

The Likeness of His Death. (974)

How blest the hour when first we gave Our guilty souls to thee, O God; A cheerful sacrifice of love, Bought with the Savior's precious blood.

2 How blest the vow we here record! How blest the grace we now receive! Buried in baptism with our Lord, New lives of holiness to live.

3 How blest the solemn rite that seals Our death to sin, our guilt forgiven;— How blest the emblem that reveals God reconciled and peace with heaven.

4 Thus through the emblematic grave The glorious, suffering Savior trod; Thou art our pattern, through the wave We follow thee, blest Son of God.

S.F. Smith.

475 Rockingham. L.M.

The Feast of Love. (961)

My God! and is thy table spread? And does thy cup with love o'erflow? Thither be all thy children led, And let them all its sweetness know.

2 Hail! sacred feast, which Jesus makes! Rich banquet of his flesh and blood; Thrice happy he, who here partakes That sacred stream, that heavenly food!

3 Oh! let thy table honored be, And furnished well with joyful guests; And may each soul salvation see, That here its sacred pledges tastes.

4 Let crowds approach, with hearts prepared; With hearts inflamed let all attend; Nor, when we leave our Father's board, The pleasure or the profit end.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

476 Rockingham. L.M.

Jesu, Dulcedo Cordium! (963)

Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts! Thou Fount of life! thou Light of men! From the best bliss that earth imparts, We turn unfilled to thee again.

2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood; Thou savest those that on thee call; To them that seek thee, thou art good, To them that find thee,—All in all!

3 We taste thee, oh, thou living Bread! And long to feast upon thee still; We drink of thee, the Fountain Head, And thirst our souls from thee to fill.

4 Our restless spirits yearn for thee, Where'er our changeful lot is cast; Glad, when thy gracious smile we see, Blest, when our faith can hold thee fast.

5 O Jesus! ever with us stay; Make all our moments calm and bright; Chase the dark night of sin away; Shed o'er the world thy holy light.

Lat., Bernard, of Clairvaux, 1140. Tr., Ray Palmer, 1833.

477 Aletta. 7s.

The Bread of Life. (973)

Bread of heaven, on thee we feed For thy flesh is meat indeed; Ever let our souls be fed With this true and living bread.

2 Vine of heaven, thy blood supplies This blest cup of sacrifice; Lord, thy wounds our healing give; To thy cross we look and live.

3 Day by day with strength supplied, Thro' the life of him who died, Lord of life, oh, let us be Rooted, grafted, built on thee.

Josiah Conder, 1824.

478 Windham. L.M.

The Lord's Supper Instituted. (964)

'Twas on that dark, that dreadful night, When powers of earth and hell arose Against the Son of God's delight, And friends betrayed him to his foes.

2 Before the mournful scene began He took the bread, and blessed and brake; What love thro' all his actions ran! What wondrous words of grace he spake!

3 "This is my body, broke for sin; Receive and eat the living food;" Then took the cup, and blessed the wine: "'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood."

4 "Do this," he cried, "till time shall end, In mem'ry of your dying Friend; Meet at the table, and record The love of your departed Lord."

5 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate; We show thy death, we sing thy name Till thou return, and we shall eat The marriage supper of the Lamb.

Isaac Watts.

479 Dorrnance. 8s & 7s.

Viewing the Cross. (977)

While, in sweet communion, feeding On this earthly bread and wine, Savior, may we see thee bleeding On the cross, to make us thine.

2 Now, our eyes forever closing To this fleeting world below, On thy gentle breast reposing, Teach us, Lord, thy grace to know.

3 Though unseen, be ever near us, With the still small voice of love, Whisp'ring words of peace to cheer us, Ev'ry doubt and fear remove.

4 Bring before us all the story Of thy life, and death of woe; And, with hopes of endless glory, Wean our hearts from all below.

Edward Denny, 1839.

480 Arlington. C.M.

Remembering Christ. (958)

That dreadful night before his death, The Lamb, for sinners slain, Did, almost with his dying breath, This solemn feast ordain.

2 To keep the feast, Lord, we have met, And to remember thee; Help each poor trembler to repeat— For me he died, for me.

3 Thy suff'rings, Lord, each sacred sign To our remembrance brings; We eat the bread and drink the wine, But think on nobler things.

4 Oh, tune our tongues, and set in frame Each heart that pants for thee, To sing, Hosanna to the Lamb, The Lamb that died for me.

Joseph Hart, d. 1768

481 Till He Come. 7s.

The Coming Joy.

"Till he come!" oh, let the words Linger on the trembling chords, Let the "little while" between In their golden light be seen; Let us think how heav'n and home Lie beyond that "Till he come!"

2 When the weary ones we love Enter on that rest above, When their words of love and cheer Fall no longer on our ear, Hush! be ev'ry murmur dumb, It is only "Till he come!"

3 Clouds and darkness round us press; Would we have one sorrow less? All the sharpness of the cross, All that tells the world is loss, Death, and darkness, and the tomb Pain us only "Till he come!"

4 See, the feast of love is spread, Drink the wine and eat the bread: Sweet memorials, till the Lord Call us round his heavn'ly board; Some from earth, from glory some, Severed only "Till he come!"

E.H.B. Bickersteth, 1861.

482 Arlington. C.M.

Baptized into His Death. (945)

We long to move and breathe in thee, Inspired with thine own breath, To live thy life, O Lord, and be Baptized into thy death.

2 Thy death to sin we die below, But we shall rise in love; We here are planted in thy woe, But we shall bloom above.

3 Above we shall thy glory share, As we thy cross have borne; E'en we shall crowns of honor wear, When we the thorns have worn.

483 Arlington. C.M.

Baptism of Children. (948)

Our children, Lord, in faith and prayer We now devote to thee; Let them thy covenant mercies share, And thy salvation see.

2 In early days their hearts secure From worldly snares, we pray; And let them to the end endure In every righteous way.

3 Grant us before them, Lord, to live In holy faith and fear; And then to heaven our souls receive And bring our children there.

484 Thanatopsis. S.M.

Dying, not Death. (1088)

It is not death to die,— To leave this weary road, And, midst the brotherhood on high, To be at home with God.

2 It is not death to close The eye long dimmed by tears, And wake, in glorious repose To spend eternal years.

3 It is not death to fling Aside this sinful dust, And rise, on strong exulting wing, To live among the just.

4 Jesus, thou Prince of life! Thy chosen cannot die; Like thee, they conquer in the strife, To reign with thee on high.

George W. Bethune, 1847.

485 Thanatopsis. S.M.

The Crowning Hour. (1086)

Servant of God, well done! Thy glorious warfare's past; The battle's fought, the race is won, And thou art crowned at last;—

2 Of all thy heart's desire Triumphantly possessed; Lodged by the ministerial choir In thy Redeemer's breast.

3 In condescending love, Thy ceaseless prayer he heard, And bade thee suddenly remove To thy complete reward.

4 With saints enthroned on high, Thou dost thy Lord proclaim, And still to God salvation cry,— Salvation to the Lamb!

Charles Wesley.

486 Thanatopsis. S.M.

A Little While. (1089)

A few more years shall roll, A few more seasons come, And we shall be with those that rest Asleep within the tomb.

2 A few more suns shall set O'er these dark hills of time, And we shall be where suns are not, A far serener clime.

3 A few more storms shall beat On this wild rocky shore, And we shall be where tempests cease, And surges swell no more.

4 A few more struggles here, A few more partings o'er, A few more toils, a few more tears, And we shall weep no more.

5 'Tis but a little while And he shall come again, Who died that we might live, who lives That we with him may reign.

6 Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that great day; Oh, wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away.

Horatius Bonar, 1856.

487 St. Sylvester. 8s & 7s.

Death Inevitable.

Days and moments quickly flying Blend the living with the dead; Soon shall we who sing be lying, Each within our narrow bed.

2 Soon our souls to God who gave them Will have sped their rapid flight; Able now by grace to save them, Oh, that while we can we might.

3 Jesus, infinite Redeemer, Maker of this mighty frame, Teach, oh, teach us to remember What we are, and whence we came:—

4 Whence we came, and whither wending Soon we must through darkness go, To inherit bliss unending, Or eternity of woe.

Rev. Edward Caswell, 1849.

As the tree falls so must it lie; As the man lives so will he die; As the man dies, such must he be All through the days of eternity. Amen.

488 St. Sylvester. 8s & 7s.

Matthew 6:10. (1097)

Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding O'er the spoils that death has won, We would at this solemn meeting, Calmly say,—thy will be done.

2 Though cast down, we're not forsaken; Though afflicted, not alone; Thou didst give, and thou hast taken; Blessed Lord,—thy will be done.

3 Though to-day we're filled with mourning, Mercy still is on the throne; With thy smiles of love returning, We can sing—thy will be done.

4 By thy hands the boon was given, Thou hast taken but thine own: Lord of earth, and God of heaven, Evermore,—thy will be done!

Thomas Hastings.

489 Rest. L.M.

Sleeping in Jesus. (1077)

Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep; A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the dread of foes.

2 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest, Whose waking is supremely blest; No fear, no woes, shall dim the hour, Which manifests the Savior's power.

3 Asleep in Jesus! oh, for me May such a blissful refuge be; Securely shall my ashes lie, And wait the summons from on high.

4 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee Thy kindred and their graves may be; But thine is still a blessed sleep, From whence none ever wake to weep.

Mrs. Margaret Mackay, 1832.

490 Rest. L.M.

The End of that Man is Peace. (1078)

How blest the righteous when he dies! When sinks a weary soul to rest! How mildly beam the closing eyes! How gently heaves the expiring breast!

2 So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore.

3 A holy quiet reigns around, A calm which life nor death destroys; And naught disturbs that peace profound Which his unfettered soul enjoys.

4 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay, Light from its load the spirit flies, While heaven and earth combine to say, How blest the righteous when he dies!

Mrs. A.L. Barbauld, 1773.

491 Rest. L.M.

Death and Burial of a Christian. (1080)

Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb; Take this new treasure to thy trust And give these sacred relics room, To slumber in the silent dust.

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, Invades thy bounds; no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, While angels watch the soft repose.

3 So Jesus slept; God's dying Son Passed through the grave, and blest the bed; Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne The morning break, and pierce the shade.

4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn; Attend, O earth, his sovereign word; Restore thy trust; a glorious form Shall then arise to meet the Lord.

Isaac Watts, 1734.

492 Rest. L.M.

The Fading Flower. (1084)

So fades the lovely, blooming flower— Frail smiling solace of an hour! So soon our transient comforts fly, And pleasure only blooms to die.

2 Is there no kind, no lenient art, To heal the anguish of the heart? Spirit of grace! be ever nigh, Thy comforts are not made to die.

3 Bid gentle patience smile on pain, Till dying hope shall live again; Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye And faith points upward to the sky.

Anne Steele, 1760

493 China. C.M.

We Are Confident. (1067)

Why do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends, To call them to his arms.

2 Are we not tending upward, too, As fast as time can move? Nor would we wish the hours more slow, To keep us from our love.

3 Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb? There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, And scattered all the gloom.

4 The graves of all the saints be blessed, And softened every bed; Where should the dying members rest, But with the dying Head?

5 Thence he arose, ascending high, And showed our feet the way; Up to the Lord we, too, shall fly At the great rising-day.

6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, And bid our kindred rise; Awake! ye nations under ground; Ye saints! ascend the skies.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

494 China. C.M.

Cheerful Submission to Death. (1065)

And let this feeble body fail, And let it faint or die; My soul shall quit the mournful vale, And soar to worlds on high—

2 Shall join the disembodied saints, And find its long-sought rest; That only bliss for which it pants, In the Redeemer's breast.

3 In hope of that immortal crown I now the cross sustain; And gladly wander up and down, And smile at toil and pain.

4 I suffer on my three-score years, Till my Deliverer come, And wipes away his servant's tears, And takes his exile home.

Charles Wesley, 1759.

495 China. C.M.

Mourning with Hope. (1066)

Why should our tears in sorrow flow When God recalls his own, And bids them leave a world of woe, For an immortal crown?

2 Is not e'en death a gain to those Whose life to God was given? Gladly to earth their eyes they close To open them in heaven.

3 Their toils are past, their work is done, And they are fully blest! They fought the fight, the victory won, And entered into rest.

4 Then let our sorrows cease to flow,— God has recalled his own; But let our hearts, in every woe, Still say, "Thy will be done!"

Wm. H. Bathurst, 1829.

496 Frederick. 11s.

Death Not Fearful.

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

2 I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb! Since Jesus has lain there, I dread not its gloom; There sweet be my rest till he bid me arise, To hail him in triumph descending the skies.

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

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

W.A. Muhlenburg.

497 Thy Will Be Done. Chant

Mark 14:36.

"Thy will be done!" In devious way The hurrying stream of life may run; Yet still our grateful hearts shall say, "Thy will be done."

2 "Thy will be done!" If o'er us shine A gladdening and a prosperous sun, This prayer will make it more divine "Thy will be done!"

3 "Thy will be done!" Tho' shrouded o'er Our path with gloom, one comfort, one Is ours: to breathe, while we adore, "Thy will be done."

Sir. J. Bowring, 1825.

498 Shining Shore. 8s & 7s. Trochaic.

On Jordan's Strand. (1146)

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

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

2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear! Our heav'nly home discerning; Our absent Lord has left us word,— "Let ev'ry lamp be burning."

3 Should coming days be cold and dark, We need not cease our singing; That perfect rest none can molest, Where golden harps are ringing.

4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow, Each cord on earth to sever; Our King says,—"Come!" and there's our home, Forever, oh! forever!

David Nelson, 1835.

499 Shining Shore. 8s & 7s. Trochaic.

Wayfarers. (1147)

Wayfarers in the wilderness, By morn, and noon, and even, Day after day, we journey on, With weary feet toward heaven.

Cho.—O land above! O land of love! The glory shineth o'er thee; O Christ, our King! in mercy bring Us thither, we implore thee!

2 By day the cloud before us goes, By night the cloud of fire, To guide us o'er the trackless waste, To Canaan ever nigher.

3 The sea was riven from our feet, And so shall be the river; And, by the King's highway brought home, We'll praise his name forever:

Alexander R. Thompson, 1869.

500 Nearer Home. 6s.

A Solemn Thought. (1139)

One sweetly solemn thought Comes to me o'er and o'er; I'm nearer home to-day Than e'er I've been before.

Cho.—I'm nearer my home, nearer my home, Nearer my home to-day; Yes, nearer my home in heav'n to-day, Than ever I've been before.

2 Nearer my Father's house Where the blest mansions be; Nearer the great white throne, Nearer the crystal sea;

3 Nearer the bound where we Must lay our burdens down, Nearer to leave the cross, Nearer to gain the crown.

4 The waves of that deep sea Roll dark before my sight, But break, the other side, Upon a shore of light.

5 Oh! if my mortal feet Have almost gained the brink, If I am nearer home To-day than e'en I think,

6 Father! perfect my trust, That I may rest, in death, On Christ, my Lord, alone, And thus resign my breath.

Phoebe Cary, 1852 a.

501 Consolation. P.M.

The Death of a Child.

There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel for her children crying Will not be comforted!

2 Let us be patient, these severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly thro' the mists and vapors, Amid these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, May be heav'ns distant lamps.

3 She is not dead, the child of our affection, But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives whom we call dead.

4 And tho' at times, impetuous with emotion, And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean That cannot be at rest: We will be patient—and assuage the feeling We cannot wholly stay, By silence sanctifying, not concealing The grief that must have way.

Henry W. Longfellow, 1849.

502 Peace, Be Still. P.M.

Submission.

Peace, be still! In this night of sorrow bow; Oh, my heart, contend not thou; What befalls is God's own will; Peace, be still!

2 Hold thee still! Tho' the Father scourge thee sore, Cling thou to him all the more; Let him mercy's work fulfill; Hold thee still!

3 Lord, my God! Give me grace, that I may be Thy true child, and silently Own thy scepter and thy rod; Lord, my God!

4 Shepherd mine! From thy fullness give me still Faith to do and bear thy will Till the morning light shall shine; Shepherd mine!

Schiller.

503 Rest, Weary Pilgrim. 10s.

Death of a Christian.

Rest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o'er, Rest, sweetly rest, on the beautiful shore; Safely at last thou hast reached the bright goal, Fatherland, home of the soul.

2 Never again shall thy storm-beaten breast Sigh, deeply sigh, for the sweet "land of rest;" Gone to the Savior's bright mansion above, Rest in the light of his love.

3 Rest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o'er, Rest, sweetly rest, on the beautiful shore; Dangers and troubles shall harm thee no more, Rest on the beautiful shore.

Maria Straub.

504 As Fade the Stars. P.M.

The Life of the Departed.

As fade the stars at morn away, Their glory gone in perfect day, So pass away the friends we love, Their presence lost in worlds above, While we o'er their slumbers are weeping.

2 As sink the stars when night is o'er, To rise upon some other shore, So sink our precious ones from sight, In other skies to walk in light, While we sorrow's vigils are keeping.

3 No more in east, or in the west, Fade they from sight, or sink to rest; Fixed firm in that celestial air, They radiant shine eternal there; Our hearts up to meet them fond leaping.

J.E. Rankin, D.D.

505 Nettie. 5s & 9s.

Consolation.

Midst sorrow and care There's one that is near, And ever delights to relieve us.

2 'Tis Jesus, our Friend, On whom we depend For life and for all its rich blessings.

3 When trouble assails, His love never fails; He meets us with sweet consolation.

506 Meribah. C.P.M.

Pleading for Acceptance. (1114)

When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come, To take thy ransomed people home, Shall I among them stand? Shall such a worthless worm as I, Who sometimes am afraid to die, Be found at thy right hand?

2 I love to meet thy people now, Before thy feet with them to bow, Though vilest of them all; But—can I bear the piercing thought?— What if my name should be left out, When thou for them shalt call?

3 O Lord, prevent it by thy grace; Be thou my only hiding-place, In this th' accepted day; Thy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear, To still my unbelieving fear, Nor let me fall, I pray.

4 And when the final trump shall sound, Among thy saints let me be found, To bow before thy face; Then in triumphant strains I'll sing, While heaven's resounding mansions ring With praise of sovereign grace.

Mrs. Selina Shirley, 1772

507 Meribah. C.P.M.

Present and Future Realities. (1115)

Lo! on a narrow neck of land, Between two boundless seas I stand,— Yet how insensible! A point of time—a moment's space— Removes me to yon heavenly place, Or shuts me up in hell!

2 O God! my inmost soul convert, And deeply on my thoughtless heart Eternal things impress; Give me to feel their solemn weight, And save me, ere it be too late! Wake me to righteousness.

3 Be this my one great business here, With holy trembling, holy fear, To make my calling sure; Thine utmost counsel to fulfill, To suffer all thy righteous will, And to the end endure!

4 Then Savior! then my soul receive, Transported from the earth, to live And reign with thee above; Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope, in full supreme delight, And everlasting love.

Charles Wesley, 1749.



508 Marlow. C.M.

Certainty of Judgment. (1103)

That awful day will surely come, Th' appointed hour makes haste, When I must stand before the Judge And pass the solemn test.

2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys, Thou Sovereign of my heart, How could I bear to hear thy voice Pronounce the sound, "Depart!"

3 Oh, wretched state of deep despair, To see my God remove, And fix my dreadful station where I must not taste his love!

4 Oh, tell me that my worthless name Is graven on thy hands; Show me some promise in thy book Where my salvation stands.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

509 Judgment. C.M.

The Judgment Day. (1106)

And must I be to judgment brought, And answer in that day, For every vain and idle thought, And every word I say?

2 Yes, every secret of my heart Shall shortly be made known, And I receive my just desert For all that I have done.

3 How careful then I ought to live! With what religious fear, Who such a strict account must give For my behavior here.

4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead, The watchful power bestow; So shall I to my ways take heed, To all I speak or do.

Charles Wesley.

510 Ewing. 7s & 6s. D.

The New Jerusalem.

Jerusalem, the golden, With milk and honey blest! Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice oppressed: I know not, oh, I know not, What social joys are there, What radiancy of glory, What light beyond compare.

2 They stand, those halls of Zion, All jubilant with song, And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng; The Prince is ever in them, The daylight is serene; The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen.

3 There is the throne of David; And there, from care released, The song of them that triumph, The shout of them that feast; And they who, with their Leader, Have conquered in the light, Forever and forever Are clad in robes of white.

Bernard of Cluny, 1145. J.M. Neale, tr., 1751.

511 Swing. 7s & 6s. D.

Paradise of Joy.

For thee, O dear, dear country, Mine eyes their vigils keep; For very love, beholding Thy happy name, they weep. The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest.

2 Oh, sweet and blessed country, The home of God's elect! Oh, sweet and blessed country, That eager hearts expect! Jesus, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest; Who art, with God the Father, And Spirit, ever blest.

Bernard of Cluny, 1145. J.M. Neale, tr., 1751.

512 Immanuel's Land. 7s & 6s. D.

In Immanuel's Land.

The sands of time are wasting, The dawn of heaven breaks; The summer morn I've sighed for, The fair, sweet morn awakes. Oh, dark hath been the midnight, But day-spring is at hand, And glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land.

2 Oh, Christ, he is the fountain, The deep, sweet well of love; The streams of earth I've tasted, More deep I'll drink above. There, to an ocean fullness, His mercy doth expand, And glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land.

3 Oh, I am my Beloved's, And my Beloved's mine; He brings a poor, vile sinner Into his house divine. Upon the Rock of Ages My soul, redeemed, shall stand, Where glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land.

Annie Ross Cousin, 1857.

513 Immanuel's Land. 7s & 6s. D.

Heb. 11: 14.

Jerusalem, the glorious! The glory of th' elect,— O dear and future vision That eager hearts expect! Ev'n now by faith I see thee, Ev'n here thy walls discern; To thee my thoughts are kindled, And strive, and pant, and yearn!

2 The cross is all thy splendor, The Crucified, thy praise; His laud and benediction Thy ransomed people raise;— Jerusalem! exulting On that securest shore, I hope thee, wish thee, sing thee, And love thee evermore!

3 O sweet and blessed country! Shall I e'er see thy face? O sweet and blessed country! Shall I e'er win thy grace?— Exult, O dust and ashes! The Lord shall be thy part; His only, his forever, Thou shalt be, and thou art!

Bernard of Cluny, 1145. J.M. Neale, tr. 1757

514 Varina. C.M. D.

The Heavenly Canaan. (1116)

There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers; Death, like a narrow sea, divides, This heavenly land from ours.

2 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green; So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between. But timorous mortals start and shrink To cross this narrow sea, And linger, shivering on the brink, And fear to launch away.

3 O could we make our doubts remove, Those gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love, With unbeclouded eyes— Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

515 Varina. C.M.D.

Heavenly Rest in Anticipation (1118)

When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear And wipe my weeping eyes. Should earth against my soul engage, And fiery darts be hurled, Then I can smile at Satan's rage. And face a frowning world.

2 Let cares like a wild deluge come Let storms of sorrow fall— So I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all. There I shall bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

516 Varina. C.M.D.

The Society of Heaven. (1126)

Jerusalem! my glorious home! Name ever dear to me! When shall my labors have an end, In joy, and peace, and thee? When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold? Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold?

2 Oh, when, thou city of my God, Shall I thy courts ascend, Where congregations ne'er break up, And Sabbaths have no end? There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know: Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes I onward press to you.

3 Why should I shrink at pain and woe? Or feel at death dismay? I've Canaan's goodly land in view, And realms of endless day. Jerusalem! my glorious home! My soul still pants for thee; Then shall my labors have an end, When I thy joys shall see.

Francis Baker (?), 1801.

517 Over There. P.M.

The Home Over There. (1141)

Oh, think of the home over there, By the side of the river of light, Where the saints all immortal and fair, Are robed in their garments of white.

Ref.—Over there, over there, Oh, think of the home over there; Over there, over there, over there, Oh, think of the home over there.

2 Oh, think of the friends over there, Who before us the journey have trod, Of the songs that they breathe on the air. In their home in the palace of God.

Ref.—Over there, over there, Oh, think of the friends over there; Over there, over there, over there, Oh, think of the friends over there.

3 My Savior is now over there, There my kindred and friends are at rest; Then away from my sorrow and care, Let me fly to the land of the blest.

Ref.—Over there, over there, My Savior is now over there; Over there, over there, over there, My Savior is now over there.

4 I'll soon be at home over there, For the end of my journey I see; Many dear to my heart, over there, Are watching and waiting for me.

Ref.—Over there, over there, I'll soon be at home over there; Over there, over there, over there, I'll soon be at home over there.

Rev. D.W.C. Huntington.

518 Sweet By and By. P.M.

The Other Side. (1150)

There's a land that is fairer than day And by faith we can see it afar; For the Father waits over the way, To prepare us a dwelling-place there.

Cho.—In the sweet by and by, We shall meet on that beautiful shore; In the sweet by and by, We shall meet on that beautiful shore.

2 We shall sing on that beautiful shore The melodious songs of the blest, And our spirits shall sorrow no more, Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.

3 To our bountiful Father above We will offer the tribute of praise, For the glorious gift of his love. And the blessings that hallow our days.

4 We shall rest on that beautiful shore, In the joys of the saved we shall share; All our pilgrimage toil will be o'er, And the conqueror's crown we shall wear.

5 We shall meet, we shall sing, we shall reign, In the land where the saved never die; We shall rest, free from sorrow and pain, Safe at home in the sweet by and by.

S.F. Bennett.

519 Rest for the Weary. 8s & 7s.

Sweet Fields of Eden. (1148)

In the Christian's home in glory, There remains a land of rest; There my Savior's gone before me To fulfill my soul's request.

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

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

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

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

5 Sing, oh! sing, ye heirs of glory Shout your triumph as you go; Zion's gate will open for you, You shall find an entrance through.

William Hunter, 1857

520 Rest for the Weary. 8s & 7s.

Deut. 12:9. (1149)

This is not my place of resting,— Mine's a city yet to come; Onward to it I am hasting— On to my eternal home.

2 In it all is light and glory; O'er it shines a nightless day; Every trace of sin's sad story, All the curse hath passed away;

3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us By the streams of life along— On the freshest pastures feeds us, Turns our sighing into song.

4 Soon we pass this desert dreary, Soon we bid farewell to pain; Never more are sad or weary, Never, never sin again!

H. Bonar.

521 Woodland. C.M.

Heaven's Joys. (1121)

There is an hour of peaceful rest To mourning wand'rers giv'n; There is a joy for souls distressed, A balm for ev'ry wounded breast— 'Tis found above—in heav'n.

2 There is a soft, a downy bed, 'Tis fair as breath of even; A couch for weary mortals spread, Where they may rest the aching head, And find repose—in heav'n.

3 There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driv'n; When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear—but heav'n.

4 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye, To brighter prospects giv'n; And views the tempest passing by, The evening shadows quickly fly, And all serene—in heav'n.

Wm. B. Tappan, 1829.

522 Going Home. L.M.

Joyful Prospect.

My heavenly home is bright and fair; Nor pain nor death can enter there; Its glitt'ring towers the sun outshine; That heavenly mansion shall be mine.

Cho.—I'm going home, I'm going home, I'm going home to die no more, To die no more, to die no more, I'm going home to die no more.

2 My Father's house is built on high; Far, far above the starry sky; When from this earthly prison free, That heavenly mansion mine shall be.

3 Let others seek a home below, Which flames devour, or waves o'erflow, Be mine a happier lot, to own A heavenly mansion near the throne.

4 Then fail this earth, let stars decline, And sun and moon refuse to shine All nature sink and cease to be, That heavenly mansion stands for me.

Rev. William Hunter.

523 Sweet Home. 11s.

The Eternal Home. (1142)

'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints, How sweet to my soul is communion with saints; To find at the banquet of mercy there's room, And feel in the presence of Jesus at home.

Cho.—Home! home! sweet, sweet home! Prepare me, dear Savior, for glory, my home.

2 Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace, And thrice precious Jesus whose love cannot cease, Tho' oft from thy presence in sadness I roam, I long to behold thee in glory at home.

3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free, Which hinders my joy and communion with thee; Tho' now my temptations like billows may foam, All, all will be peace when I'm with thee at home.

4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay, Oh, give me submission and strength as my day, In all my afflictions to thee would I come, Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home.

David Denham, 1826.

524 We Shall Meet. P.M.

The Joyful Anticipation.

We shall meet beyond the river, By and by, by and by; And the darkness shall be over, By and by, by and by; With the toilsome journey done, And the glorious battle won, We shall shine forth as the sun, By and by, by and by.

2 We shall strike the harps of glory, By and by, by and by; We shall sing redemption's story. By and by, by and by; And the strains for evermore Shall resound in sweetness o'er Yonder everlasting shore, By and by, by and by.

3 We shall see and be like Jesus, By and by, by and by; Who a crown of life will give us, By and by, by and by; And the angels who fulfill All the mandates of his will Shall attend, and love us still, By and by, by and by.

4 There our tears shall all cease flowing, By and by, by and by; And with sweetest rapture knowing, By and by, by and by; All the blest ones who have gone To the land of life and song,— We with shoutings shall rejoin, By and by, by and by.