Give me thyself— I ask no more.
416
S. M. St. Thomas. Pentonville
1 MY soul, review the time
In which my God I sought ;
I cried aloud for aid divine,
And aid divine he brought.
HYMNS. 435
2 Through all my fainting heart
His secret vigor spread ;
To me his strength he did impart,
And raised my drooping head.
f " 3 Now will I raise my voice,
In loud and cheerful song;
With all the saints will I rejoice,
Who to his courts helong.
4 With them the path I'll trace,
Which leads to his ahode ;
With them I'll sing redeeming grace,
Along the joyful road.
5 Within his sacred walls,
I shall he ever hlest ;
I'll follow where my Father calls,
Len And seek his heavenly rest.
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1 CREATE, O God, my powers anew,
Make my whole heart sincere and true ;
Oh cast me not in wrath away,
Nor let thy soul-enlivening ray
Still cease to shine.
2 Restore thy favor, hliss divine !
Those heavenly joys that once were mine;
Let thy good Spirit, kind and free,
Uphold and guide my steps to thee,
Thou God of love.
mf 3 Then will I teach thy sacred ways ;
With holy zeal proclaim thy praise ;
Till sinners leave the dangerous road,
Forsake their sins, and turn to God
With hearts sincere,
p 4 Oh cleanse my guilt, and heal my pain ;
Remove the hlood-polluted stain ;—
f Then shall my heart adoring trace,
My Saviour God, the houndless grace,
<
f That flows from thee.
418
St. Martin's. Stamford.
I AGAIN, indulgent Lord, return,
With sweet and quickening grace,
To cheer and warm my sluggish soul,
And speed me in my race.
436 HYMNS.
2 Awake, my love, my faith, my hope,
My fortitude, and joy :
Vain world, be gone — -let things above
My happy thoughts employ.
3 Whilst thee, my Saviour, and my God,
I would forever own ;
Drive each rebellious, rival lust,
Each traitor, from the throne.
4 Instruct my mind — my will subdue,
To heaven my passions raise ;
And let my life forever be
Devoted to thy praise.
INSTITUTIONS OF THE GOSPEL.
S. M. Southfield. Clapton
419 Safety of the Church.
' I 1 HOW honored is the place,
Where we adoring stand,
Zion, the glory of the earth,
And beauty of the land!
2 Bulwarks of grace defend
The city where we dwell;
While walls, of strong salvation made,
Defy the assaults of hell.
3 Lift up th' eternal gates,
The doors wide open fling;
Enter, ye nations that obey
The statutes of your King.
4 Here taste unmingled joys,
> And live in perfect peace ; —
— You that have known Jehovah's name,
And ventured on his grace.
5 Trust in the Lord, ye saints,
And banish all your fears :
f 1 1 Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells,
Eternal as his years.
4ZU L. M. Mendon. Marietta.
afll 1 HAPPY the church, thou sacred place,
The seat of thy Creator's grace;
Thine holy courts are his abode,
Thou earthly palace of our God.
HYMNS. 437
2 Thy walls are strength — and at thy gates
A guard of heavenly warriors waits ;
Nor shall thy deep foundation move,
Fixed on his counsels and his love.
3 Thy foes in vain designs engage,
Against thy throne in vain they rage ;
Like rising waves with angry roar,
> That break and die upon the shore.
f " 4 Then let our souls in Zion dwell,
Nor fear the wrath of earth and hell ;
His arms embrace this happy ground,
Like brazen bulwarks built around.
— 5 God is our shield — and God our sun ;
Swift as the fleeting moments run,
On us he sheds new beams of grace,
And we reflect his brightest praise.
C. M. Stephens. Arlington.
4Z1 Tlie Promise to Believers and their Children.
' I 1 HOW large the promise ! how divine !
To Abraham and his seed !
" I'll be a God to thee and thine,
Supplying all their need."
2 The words of his extensive love
From age to age endure ;
The angel of the covenant proves,
And seals the blessings sure.
3 Jesus the ancient faith confirms
To our great father given ;
He takes young children in his arms,
And calls them heirs of heaven.
4 Our God ! — how faithful are his ways !
His love endures t2ie same ;
Nor from the promise of his grace
Blots out our children's name.
\J.'L S. M. Pentonville. Mornington.
1 LORD, what our ears have heard,
Our eyes delighted trace ;
Thy love in long succession shown
To Zion's chosen race.
2 Our children thou dost claim,
And mark them out for thine :
Ten thousand blessings to thy name,
For goodness so divine.
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3 Thee let the fathers own,
Thee let the sons adore ;
Joined to the Lord in solemn vows,
To be forgot no more.
4 How great thy mercies, Lord !
How plenteous is thy grace !
Which, in the promise of thy love,
Includes our rising race.
i 5 Our offspring, still thy care,
Shall own their fathers' God ;
To latest times thy blessings share,
And sound thy praise abroad.
C. M. Medfield. Bedford.
4 m O Emhrac ing the' Promise.
1 THUS saith the mercy of the Lord,
" I'll be a God to thee ;
I'll bless thy numerous race, and they
, Shall be a seed for me."
2 With humble faith, eternal King,
Thy promise we embrace :
To thee our infant offspring bring,
And supplicate thy grace.
424
S. M. Hudson. St. Thomah
Christ blessing Children.
1 THE Saviour kindly calls
Our children to his breast;
He folds them in his gracious arms,
Himself declares them blest.
2 "Let them approach," he cries,
" Nor scorn their humble claim ;
The heirs of heaven are such as these-
For such as these I came."
3 With joy we bring them, Lord.
Devoting them to thee,
Imploring, that, as we are thine,
Thine may our offspring be.
425
C. M. Medfield. Stephens.
1 BEHOLD what condescending love
Jesus on earth displays !
To babes and sucklings he extends
The riches of his grace !
426
HYMNS. 439
2 He still the ancient promise keeps,
To our forefathers given ;
Youn^ children in his arms he takes,
And calls them heirs of heaven.
3 Forbid them not, whom Jesus calls,
Nor dare the claim resist,
Since his own lips to us declare
Of such will heaven consist.
4 With flowing tears, and thankful hearts,
We give them up to thee;
Receive them, Lord, into thine arms ;
Thine may they ever be.
S. M. Hudson. St. Thomas.
Dedication of Children to God.
To bless our rising race ,
Soon may their willing spirits bend
To thy victorious grace.
2 Oh what a vast delight,
Their happiness to see !
Our warmest wishes all unite
To lead their souls to thee.
3 Now bless, thou God of love,
This holy rite divine ;
Send thy good Spirit from above,
And make our children thine.
4^7 Baptism of the Holy Ghost.
1 COME, Holy Ghost — come from on high ;
Baptizer of our spirits thou !
The sacramental seal apply,
And witness with the water now.
2 Exert thy gracious power divine,
And sprinkle thou th' atoning blood ;
May Father, Son, and Spirit, join
To seal this child a child of God.
.~ LH. Duke Street. Windham.
TiSo Tlie Lord's Supper instituted.
1 'TWAS on that dark, that doleful night,
When powers of earth and hell arose
Against the Son of God's delight,
And friends betrayed him to his foes —
440 HYMNS.
2 Before the mournful scene began,
He took the bread, and blest and brake ;
What love through 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 covenant in my blood."
4 " Do this," he cried, "till time shall end,
In memory of your dying friend ;
Meet at my 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.
429
8. M. St. Thomas. Hudson.
Christ's Invitation to the Table.
1 JESUS invites his saints
To meet around his board ;
Here pardoned rebels sit, and hold
Communion with their Lord.
2 For food he gives his flesh ;
He bids us drink his blood ;
Amazing favor — matchless grace
Of our descending God !
3 Let all our powers be joined
His, glorious name to raise:
Let joy and love fill every mind,
And every voice be praise.
430
Stamford.
Guests drawn in by Divine Love.
1 HOW sweet and awful is the place,
With Christ within the doors,
While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores !
2 While all our hearts, and all our songs
Join to admire the feast,
Each of us cries with thankful tongue,
' Lord, why was I a guest ?
3 Why was I made to hear thy voice,
And enter while there's room ?
431
HYMNS. 441
When thousands make a wretched choice,
And rather starve than come !'
'Twas'the same love that spread the feast
That gently drew us in ;
Else we had still refused to taste,
And perished in our sin.
Pity the nations, O our God !
Constrain the earth to come ;
Send thy victorious word abroad,
And bring the strangers home.
We long to see thy churches full,
That all the chosen race
May with one voice, and heart, and soul,
Sing thy redeeming grace.
C. M. Medfleld.
1 LORD, at thy table we behold
The wonders of thy grace ;
But most of all admire, that we
Should find a welcome place —
2 We, who are all defiled with sin,
And rebels to our God !
We, who have crucified thy Son,
And trampled on his blood !
3 What strange, surprising grace is this,
That we, so lost, have room!
Jesus our weary souls invites,
And freely bids us come.
4 Ye saints below, and hosts of heaven!
Join all your sacred powers :
No theme is like redeeming love !
No Saviour is like ours !
L. M. Hingliam. Medway
4o^ Penitent View of the Saviour's Sufferings.
1 LORD, when my thoughts delighted rove
Amid the wonders of thy love,
Sweet hope revives my drooping heart,
And bids intruding fears depart.
2 Repentant sorrow fills mv heart,
But mingling joy allays the smart;
Oh ! may my future life declare
The sorrow and the joy sincere.
3 Be all my heart, and all my days
Devoted to my Saviour's praise ;
442 HYMNS.
And let ray glad obedience prove
How much I owe — how much I love.
433
C. M. Mear. Peterboro'.
The New Covenant sealed.
1 THE promise of my Father's love
Shall stand forever good :
He said — and gave his soul to death,
And sealed the grace with blood.
2 To this dear covenant of thy word
I set my worthless name ;
I seal th' engagement to my Lord,
And make my humble claim.
3 1 call that legacy my own,
Which Jesus did bequeath ;
'Twas purchased with a dying groan,
And ratilied in death.
4 The light and strength, the pard'ning grace,
And glory shall be mine:
My life and soul — my heart and flesh,
And all my powers are thine.
C. M. Stamford.
4u4 Reconciliation by Christ's Death.
1 AND are we now brought near to God,
Who once at distance stood?
Did Jesus, to effect this change,
Pour out his precious blood?
2 Oh for a song of ardent praise,
To bear our souls above !
What should allay our lively hope,
Or damp our flaming love !
3 Then let us join the heavenly choirs,
To praise our glorious King!
Oh may that love which spread this feast
Inspire us while we sing !
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4o»> Spiritual Nourishment from Christ.
1 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 :
HYMNS. 443
Lord, thy wounds our healing give ;
To thy cross we look and live.
3 Day by day with strength supplied,
Through the life of him who died ;
Lord of life! oh let us be
Rooied, grafted, built on thee !
4o6 L. M. Alfreton.
1 HERE let us see thy face, O Lord,
And view salvation with our eyes,
And taste and feel the living Word,
The Bread descending from the skies.
2 Thou hast prepared this dying Lamb,
Hast set iiis blood before our face,
To teach the terrors of thy name,
And show the wonders of thy grace.
3 Jesus, our light ! our morning-star!
Shine thou on nations yet unknown ;
The glory of thy people here,
And joy of spirits near thy throne.
C. M. Mear. Dedham.
1 HERE at thy table, Lord, we meet,
To feed on food divine :
Thy body is the bread we eat,
Thy precious blood the wine.
2 He, who prepares this rich repast,
Himself comes down and dies;
And then invites us thus to feast
Upon the sacrifice.
3 Here peace and pardon sweetly flow ;
Oh what delightful food!
We eat the bread — and drink the wine —
But think on nobler good.
4 Deep was the suffering he endured «
Upon th' accursed tree —
For me — each welcome guest may say —
'Twas all endured for me.
5 Sure there was never love so free —
Dear Saviour — so divine !
Well thou may est claim that heart of me,
Which owes so much to thine.
437
444 HYMNS.
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Q.OO Pardon and Peace implored.
1 LAMB of God ! whose bleeding love
We now recall to mind,
Send the answer from above,
And let us mercy find :
Think on us, who think on thee,
Every burdened soul release ;
Oh remember Calvary,
And bid us go in peace !
2 By thine agonizing pain, *
And bloody sweat, we pray —
By thy dying love to man,
Take all our sins away :
Burst our bonds, and set us free,
From all sin do thou release;
Oh remember Calvary,
And bid us go in peace !
3 Through thy blood, by faith applied,
Let sinners pardon "feel ;
Speak us freely justified,
And all our sickness heal :
By thy passion on the tree,
Let our griefs and troubles cease ;
Oh remember Calvary,
And bid us go in peace !
L. M. Duke Street.
tO«7 Remembering Christ at his Table.
1 YES, we'll record thy matchless love.
Thou dearest, tenderest, best of friends !
Thy dying love the noblest praise
Of long eternity transcends.
2 'Tis pleasure, more than earth can give,
Thy glories through these vails to see :
Celestial food thy table yields,
And happy they who sit with thee !
L. M. Duke Street.
TCTtvi Not ashamed of Christ crucified.
1 AT thy command, O gracious Lord,
Here we attend thy dying feast ;
Thy blood, like wine, adorns thy board,
And thine own flesh feeds every guest.
2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love,
And trusts for life in one that died ;
HYMNS. 445
We hope for heavenly crowns above,
From a Redeemer crucified.
3 What tho' the world pronounce it shame,
And cast their scandals on thy cause ?
We come to boast our Saviour's name,
And make our triumph in his cross.
4 With joy we tell the scoffing age,
' He that was dead hath left his tomb ;
He lives, above their utmost rage,
And we are waiting till he come.'
S. M. Silver Street. Pentonville.
441 The Sabbath welcomed.
1 WELCOME, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise ;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes !
2 Jesus himself comes near,
And feasts liis saints to-day ;
Here we may sit, and see him he*-e,
And love, and praise, and pray.
3 One day, amid the place
Where God my Saviour's been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasure and of sin.
4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
Till called to rise, and soar away,
To everlasting bliss.
442 H. M. Murray.
' i 1 WELCOME, delightful morn !
Thou day of sacred rest ;
I hail thy kind return ;
Lord make these moments blest.
< From low delights, and mortal toys,
f I soar to reach immortal joys.
' ' 2 Now may the King descend,
And fifl his throne of grace ;
Thy sceptre, Lord, extend,
While saints address thy face :
< Let sinners feel thy quickening word,
( And learn to know and fear the Lord,
mp 3 Descend, celestial Dove,
With all thy quickening powers ;
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446 HYMNS.
Disclose a Saviour's love,
« And bless these sacred hours : .
f Then shall my soul new life obtain,
Nor Sabbaths be indulged in vain.
44o 10s. Savannah
M 1 HAIL, happy day ! thou day of holy rest,
What heavenly peace and transport till our breast !
When Christ, the God of grace, in love descends,
And kindly holds communion with his friends.
!2 Let earth and all its vanities be gone,
Move from my sight, and leave my soul alone;
Its flattering, fading glories I despise',
And to immortal beauties turn my eyes.
3 Fain would I mount and penetrate the skies,
And on my Saviour's glories fix my eyes :
Aff Oh ! meet my rising soid, thou God of love,
mf And waft it to the blissful realms above !
444 C. M. Arlington.
1 AND now another week begins,
This day we call the Lord's ;
This day he rose, who bore our sins,
For so his word records.
p" 2 Hark,- how the angels sweetly sing! —
Their voices fill the sky —
< They hail their great victorious King,
f And welcome him on high.
3 We'll catch the note of lofty praise ;
Their joys oh may we feel ;
Our thankful song with them we'll raise,
And emulate their zeal.
4 Come, then, ye saints, and grateful sing
Of Christ, our risen Lord ;
Of Christ, the everlasting King,
Of Christ, th' incarnate Word.
5 Hail, mighty Saviour, thee we hail !
High on thy throne above ;
Till heart and flesh together fail,
We'll sing thy matchless love.
44t> L. M. Semley. St. George's.
1 MY opening eyes with rapture see
The dawn of thy returning day ;
Mv thoughts, O God, ascend to thee,
While thus my early vows I pay.
HYMNS. 447
2 I yield my heart to thee alone,
Nor would receive another guest :
Eternal King ! erect thy throne,
And reign sole monarch in my breast.
3 Oh bid this trilling world retire,
And drive each carnal thought away;
Nor let me feel one vain desire —
One sinful thought — through all the day.
4 Then, to thy courts when I repair,
My soul shall- rise on joyful wing,
The wonders of thy love declare,
And join the strains which angels sing.
446
447
L. M. Eliingham. Springfield
The Rest of the Sabbath.
1 ANOTHER six days' work is done ;
Another Sabbath is begun :
Return, my soul — enjoy thy rest;
Improve the day thy God has blest.
2 Oh that our thoughts and thanks may rise,
As grateful incense, to the skies;
And draw from heaven that sweet repose,
Which none but he that teels it knows.
3 This heavenly calm within the breast!
The dearest pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains —
The end of cares — the end of pains.
4 With joy, great God, thy works we view,
In varied scenes, both old and new;
With praise, we think on mercies past;
With hope, we future pleasures taste.
5 In holy duties let the day —
In holy pleasures, pass away :
How sweet, a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end !
C. M. Marlow
1 COME, let us join with sweet accord
In hymns around the throne:
This is' the day our rising Lord
Hath made, and called his own.
2 This is the day which God hath blest,
The brightest of the seven ;
Tvpe of that everlasting rest,
The saints enjoy in heaven.
448 HYMNS.
448 10s. Savannah.
1 AGAIN the day returns of holy rest,
Which, when he made the world, Jehovah blest;
When, like his own, he bade our labors cease,
And all be piety — and all be peace.
2 Let us devote this consecrated day,
To learn his will, and all we learn obey ;
So shall he hear, when fervently we raise
Our supplications, and our songs of praise.
Aff3 Father of heaven ! in whom our hopes confide,
Whose power defends us, and whose precepts guide ;
In life our Guardian — and in death our Friend ;
Glory supreme be thine, till time shall end.
L. M. Slade.
44*7 Preparation for the Duties of the Sabbath implored.
m P 1 COME, dearest Lord, and bless this day,
Come, bear our thoughts from earth away:
Now, let our noblest passions rise
With ardor to their native skies.
2 Come, Holy Spirit, all divine,
With rays of h^ht upon us shine ;
And let our waiting souls be blest,
On this sweet day of sacred rest.
mf 3 Then, when our Sabbaths here are o'er,
And we arrive on Canaan's shore,
With all the ransomed, we shall spend
A Sabbath, which shall never end.
450
L. M. 61. Dresden.
1 GREAT God ! this sacred day of thine
Demands the soul's collected powers ;
With joy we now to thee resign
These solemn, consecrated hours:
Oh may our souls adoring own
The grace that calls us to thy throne.
2 All-seeing God ! thy piercing eye
Can every secret thought explore ;
May worldly cares our bosoms fly,
And where thou art intrude no more:
Oh may thy grace our spirits move,
And fix our minds on things above !
3 Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart,
. And bid thy word, with life divine,
HYMNS. 449
Engage the ear — and warm the heart ;
Then shall the day indeed be thine :
Our souls shall then adoring own
The grace that calls us to thy throne.
H. M. Murray. Darwella
40 J. Resurrection of Christ celebrated.
1 1 1 AWAKE, our drowsy souls,
And burst the slothful band ;
The wonders of this day
Our noblest songs demand :
< Auspicious morn ! thy blissful rays
f Bright seraphs hail, in songs of praise.
— 2 At thy approaching dawn,
Reluctant death resigned
f The glorious Prince of life,
> In dark domains confined :
< Th' angelic host around him bends,
f And midst their shouts the God ascends.
3 All hail, triumphant Lord !
Heaven with hosannas rings ;
> While earth, in humbler strains,
— Thy praise responsive sings ?
•> "Worthy art thou, who once wast slain —
f Through endless years to live and reign."
— 4 Gird on, great God, thy sword,
Ascend thy conquering car,
While justice, truth, and love,
Maintain the glorious war:
< Victorious, thou thy foes shalt tread,
ff And sin and hell in triumph lead.
45^ C. M. Litchfield. Dundee.
1 AGAIN the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray ;
Dispels the darkness of the night,
f And pours increasing day.
p 2 Oh ! what a night was that, which wrapt
A sinful world in gloom !
f Oh ! what a Sun, which broke, this day,
Triumphant from the tomb !
— 3 This day be grateful homage paid,
f And loud hosannas sung ;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.
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450 HYMNS.
4 Ten thousand thousand lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatters blessings from its wings
To nations yet unborn.
C. M. Litchfield. Nottingham
Ttt^O The Sabbath commemorative of Christ' s Resurrection.
1 THE Lord of Sabbath let us praise,
In concert with the blest ;
And joyful, in harmonious lays,
Employ this day of rest.
mp 2 Lord, may we still remember thee,
— And more in knowledge grow ;
Oh may we more of glory see,
While waiting here below.
3 On this blest day a brighter scene
Of glory was displayed,
By God, th' eternal Word, than when
This universe was made.
4 He rises, who our souls hath bought,
p Witli blood, and grief, and pain —
f 'Twas great — to speak the world from nought —
'Twas greater— to redeem.
454
L. M. Clinton. Nazareth.
The eternal Sabbath.
1 THINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love ,
But there's a nobler rest above ;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With cheerful hope— and strong desire.
2 No more fatigue — no more distress,
Nor sin, nor death shall reach the place ;
No groans shall mingle with the songs,
Which warble from im?nortal tongues.
3 No rude alarms of raging foes,
No cares to break the long repose ;
No midnight shade — no clouded sun —
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
4 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love ;
But there's a nobler rest above ;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With cheerful hope, and strong desire.
HYMNS. 451
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L. M. Ward. Hingham.
iip.
1 FAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone ;
Let my religious hours alone ;
Fain would my eyes my Saviour see ;
I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.
2 Oh ! warm my heart with holy fire,
And kindle there a pure desire:
Come, sacred Spirit, from above,
And till my soul with heavenly love.
3 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare !
How sweet thy entertainments are !
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace ami dying love.
mf 4 Hail, great lmmanuel, all divine!
In thee thy Father's glories shine ;
f Thy glorious name shall be adored,
And every tongue confess thee Lord.
45 Q 7s. Pleyel's Hymn Turin.
1 LORD of hosts, how lovely, fair,
Ev'n en earth, thy temples are !
Here thy waiting people see
Much of heaven — and much of thee.
2 From thy gracious presence flows
Bliss that softens all our woes ;
While thy Spirit's holy fire
Warms our hearts with pure desire.
3 Here, we supplicate. thy throne ;
Here, thy pardoning grace is known ;
Here, we learn thv righteous ways —
Taste thy love and sing thy praise.
457 L. M. Alfreton.
1 WHEN to his temple God descends,
He holds communion with his friends,
His grace and glory there displays,