Wliat if my name shouhl be left out,
When thou for them shaltcall!
S Prevent, prevent it by thy grace ;
Be thou, dear Lord, my liiding-place,
In this th' accepted day:
Thy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear;
Nor let me fall, 1 pray.
4 Among thj- saints let me be found,
Whene'er th' archangel's trump shall
sound,
To see thy smiling face;
Then, filled with rapture, shall I sing.
While heaven's resounding arches ring
With shouts of sovereign grace.
Selina, Couutese of Huutingdou.
106
1 Let all the earth their voices raise
To sing the choicest psalm of praise,
And bless Jehovah's name;
His glory let the nations know,
His wonders let the nations show,
And all his works proclaim.
2 He framed the globe, he built the sky,
He made the shining worlds on high,
And reigns in glory there;
His beams are majesty and light.
His beauties how divinely bright!
And how divinely fair!
Come the great day, the glorious hour!
When earth shad feel his saving power,
And nations fear his name;
Then shidl the race of man confess,
The beauty of his holiness.
And all his grace proclaim.
107
1 How liappy are the little flock,
Who safe beneath their guardian Rock,
In all commotions rest;
AVhen wars and tumults' waves run high,
Unmoved above the storm they lie,
And lodge in Jesus, breast.
2 The plague, and dearth, and din of war,
Our Savior's swift approach declare,
And bid our hearts arise;
Earth's basis shook, confirms our hope:
Its cities' fall but lifts us up
To meet thee in the skies.
3 Thy tokens we with joy confess.
The war proclaims thee Prince of Peace:
The earthquake speaks thee near.
The famine all thy fullness brings:
'J'he plague presents thy healing wings.
And sinners quake with fear.
4 Whatever ills the world befall,
A pledge of endless good we call,
A sign of Jesus near;
His chariot will not long delay:
We hear the ruml)ling wheels and pray,
"Triumphant Lord, appear!"
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I'd sing- the precious blood he spilt,
Mv ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin, and wrath divine;
I'd sincT hisoiorious riyhteonsness,
la which all-perfect, heavenly dress
My soul shall ever shine.
I'd sing: the characters he bears.
And all the forms of love he wears.
Exalted on his throne:
In loftiest son^s of sweetest praise,
1 would to everlasting- days
Make all his calories known.
Well, the delightful day will come.
When my dear Lord will bring me home.
And I shall see his face:
Then with my Savior, Brother, Friend,
A blest eternity I'll spend.
Triumphant in his grace.
Samuel Medlkv.
109
i.ovE divine, how sweet thou art!
When shall I find my willing heart
All taken up by thee':*
T thirst, 1 faint, I die, to prove
Thi' greatness of redeeming love.
The love of Christ to me.
Stronger his love than death or hell.
Its riches are unsearchable;
1 he first-born sons of light
Desire in vain its depths to see;
They cannot rea h the mystery,
Tiie length, the breadth, the height.
Oh. that I could forever sit
With Mary at the Master's feet!
Be this my happy choice
My only care, delight, and bliss.
My joy^ my wealth on earth, be this.
To lu ar the Bridegroom's voice.
Chas. Wesley.
110
Let all on earth their voices raise
To sing the great .Tehova's praise.
And bless his holy name;
His glory let the heathen know.
His wonders to the nations show,
His saving grace proclaim.
He framed the globe, he built the sky.
He made the shining worlds on high.
And reigns in glory there:
His beams are majesty and light.
His beauties, how divinely bright!
His dwelling-place, how fair!
Come the great day, the glorious hour.
\V hen earth shall feel his saving power,
All nations f ar his name;
Then shall the race of men confess
The lioauty of his holiness.
His saving grace proi'laim.
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2 The trumpet sounds, its joyful voice
Is heard o'er land and sea ;
And saints arising now rejoice
To live eternally.
3 Yes, they shall live forevermore,
Secure from toil and pain;
And on that bright and happy shore,
With their Redeemer reign.
4 All hail that brioht, eternal day,
When David's rightful heir
Shall take the throne and hold the sway.
In glorious triumph there.
Unkiiowu.
112
1 God moves in a mysterious way.
His wonders to perform ;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
2 Deep in unfathomable mines,
Of never-failing skill;
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his soveieign will.
3 Ye fearful saints, fresh coinage take.
The cloiuls ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence,
He hides a smiling face.
5 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud m;iy have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
6 Blind unbelief ih sure to err^
And scan his works in vain,
God is his own interpreter.
And he will make it plain.
William Cowpek.
113
1 Let Zion and her sons rejoice,
Behold the promised hour;
Her God hath heard her mourning voice.
And comes to exalt his power.
2 Her dust and ruins that remain
Are precious in his eyes;
Those ruins shall be built again.
And all that dust shall rise.
3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,
And stand in glory there;
Nations shall bow befce his name.
And kings attend with fear.
4 He sits a sovereign on his throne.
With pity in his eyes;
He hears the dying prisoners' groan,
And sees their sighs arise.
h He frees the souls condemned to death.
Nor, when his saints complain.
Shall it be said that pniying breath.
Was ever spent in vain.
6 This shall be known when we are dead.
And leit on long accord,
That nations yet unborn may read.
And trust and praise the Lord.
Isaac Watts.
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With strict inquiring eyes,
Could we for one of thousand faults
A just excuse devise?
3 All-seeing, powerful God!
Who can with thee contend ?
Or who that tries the unequal strife,
Shall prosper in the end?
4 The mountains, in thy wrath,
Their ancient seats forsake :
The trembling earth deserts her place,
Her rooted pillars shake.
5 Ah, how shall guilty man
Contend with such a God?
None, none can meet him, and escape,
But through the Savior's blood.
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1 Like Noah's weary dove,
That soared the earth around,
But not a resting-place above
The cheerless waters found.
2 cease, my wandering soul,
On restless wing to roam;
All the wide world, to either pole,
Has not for thee a iiome.
3 Behold the Ark of God,
Behold the open door;
Hasten to gain that dear abode,
And rove, my soul, no more.
4 There, safe thou shalt abide.
There, sweet shall be thy rest.
And ev'ry longing satisfied.
With full salvation blest.
5 And, when the waves of ire,
Again the earth shall fill.
The Ark shall ride the sea of fire;
Then rest on Sion's hill.
116
1 Far as the boundless sky
Thy mercy. Lord, ascends:
Far as the rolling clouds can fly,
Thy sacred truth extends.
2 Strong as th' eternal hills.
Thy justice holds its sway;
Deep as the depths old ocean fills,
Thy judgments" wondrous way.
3 Guard of all living things!
How precious is thy love.
That spreads the shadow of its wings
Our trusting race above.
4 Thy household's fulness sweet
Shall sate onr longing dreams:
And thine own Eden's joyous seat,
Shall pour refreshing streams.
5 For thine is life's pure rill.
Thine is the light of light:
Oh, give thy saints thy mercy still,
And give the righteous right.
6 Far be the foot of pride.
And far the wasting hand;
And lo! the false transgressors slide.
They fall, they ne'er shall stand.
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2 What can these anxious cares avail thee,
These never-ceasing moans and sighs;
AVhatcan it help if thou bewail thee,
O'er each dark moment as it flies?
Our cross and trials do but press
The heavier for our bitterness.
3 Only be still and wait His leisure.
With cheerful hope and heart content;
To take whate'er thy Father's pleasure
And all-discerning love hath sent;
Nor doubt our inmost wants are known
To Him who asks us for His own.
4 Sing, pi-ay and keep his way unswerving.
So do thine own part faithfully ;
And trust His word, though undeserving.
Thou yet shall find it true for thee,
God never yet forsook in need.
The man that trusted him indeed.
118
1 Great God of wonders, all thy ways
Are worthy of thyself, divine;
But the bright glories of thy grace
Beyond all other glories shine;
Who is a pardoning God like thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?
2 Such dire transgression to forgive.
Such guilty daring worms to spare,
This is thy grand prerogative.
And in this honor none shall share.
Is there a jiardoning God like thee?
Or is there grace so rich and free ?
3 Free pardon from insulted God!
Pardon of sins ot deepest dye!
Free pardon . given thro' Jesus' blood !
Pardon, that brings the sinner nigh.
Where is the pardoning God like thee?
Or where the grace so rich and free?
4 0, for this glorious, watchful love.
This godlike miracle of grace;
Teach mortal tongues, Jike those above,
To raise this song of lofty praise !
Who is a pardoning God like thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?
119
1 Above, below, where'er I gaze.
Thy guiding finger, Lord, 1 view.
Traced in the midnight planets' blaze,
Or glittering in the morning dew;
Whate'er is beautiful or fair.
Is but thine own i-eflection there.
2 I hear thee in the stormy wind,
That turns the ocean-wave to foam;
Nor less of wondrous power I find.
When summer airs around me roam:
The tempest and the calm declare
Thyself, for thou art everywhere.
3 I find thee in the moon of night.
And read thy name in every star
That drinks its splendor from the light
That flows from mercy's beaming car:
Thy footstool. Lord, each starry gem
Composes, not thy diadem.
4 And when the radiant orb of light
Hath tipp'd the mountain-tops with
gold.
Smote with the blaze my weary sight
Shrinks from the wonders I behold:
That ray of glory bright and fair
Is but thy living shadow there.
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2 Waiting for the victor's crown.
For the glory and I'enown;
For the cloudless sun to rise,
O'er the new-earth paradise.
3 Waiting for the perfect state,
Just beyond t^ie mystic gate;
Where no fnn'ral train shall tread,
Mournfu ly behind the dead.
4 Waiting for the Lord to come,
And unbar the silent tomb.
Change tlie living, raise the dead.
Make them like their living head.
John L. Wikce.
121
1 Hasten, sinner, to be wise.
Stay not for the morrow's sun;
Wisdom, if you still despise,
Harder is it to be won.
2 Hasten mercy to implore;
Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest thy season should be o'er.
Ere tins evening's stage is run.
3 Harken, sinner, now return;
Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest thy lamp should cease to burn,
Ere salvation's woriv is done.
4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest;
Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest perdition thee arrest.
Ere the morrow is begun.
Thomas Scott.
122
1 Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
God, your Maker, asks you why;
God, who did your being give,
Made you with himself to live.
2 He the fatal cause demands.
Asks the work of his own hands,
Why, ye thankless creatures, why
Will ye cross his lov§, and die?
3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
Christ, your Savior, asks you why;
Christ, who did your soul retrieve.
Died himself that ye might live.
4 Will ye not his grace receive?
Will ye still refuse to live?
Why, ye long-sought sinners, wiiy
Will ye grieve your God. and dieV
Chakles Wesley.
123
1 Come, said Jesus' sacred voice.
Come, and make my paths your choice;
1 will guide you to your home.
Weary pilgrim, hither come.
2 Thou who, houseless, sore, forlorn.
Long hast borne tlie proud world's scorn,
Long hast roamed the barren waste.
Weary pilgrim, hither haste.
3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pf^in,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain;
Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn.
4 Hither come! for here is found.
Balm that flows for every wound,
Peace that ever shall endure.
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.
Anna L.etitia Ba:;bauld.
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124. To our Redeemer's g-lo-riousNiime, Awake the sacred song; may his
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What mortal tongue display!
Imagination's utmost stretch
In wonder dies away.
3 He left his radiant throne on high.
Left the bright realms of bliss,
And came to earth to bleed and die !
Was ever love like this?
4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to thee,
May every heart with rapture say,
" The bavit)r died for me."
5 () may the sweet, the blissful theme.
Fill every heart and tongue;
Till strangers love thy chainiing name.
And join the sacred song.
125
1 Jesus, my strength and righteousness,
My Savior and my King,
Triumphantly thy Name 1 bless, —
Thy conquering Name I sing.
2 Thou, Lord, hast magnified thy Name,
I'nou hast maintained thy ciiuse;
And 1 enjoy the glorious shame, —
The scandal of thy cross.
•! Thou givest me to speak thy word.
In tne appointed hour;
1 have proclaimed my dying Lord,
And felt thy mighty power.
4 Superior to my foes I stood.
Above their smile or frown;
On all the strangers to thy blood.
With pitying love looked down.
5 let me have thy_presence still.
Set as a flint my face,
To show the counsel of thy will.
Which saves a worlcLby grace.
6 never let me blush to own
'i'he glorious gospel word.
Which saves a world through faith alone,
Faith in a dving Lord.
C. Wesley.
126
1 Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve.
And press with vigor on:
A heavenly race demands thy zeal.
And an immortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around.
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
3 'Tis God's all-animating voice.
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis his own hand presents the prize
'i"o thine aspiring eye.
4 That prize with peerless glories bright.
Which shall new lustre boast, [gems,
When victors' wreaths and monarchs'
Shall blend in common dust.
â– ") Blest Savior, introduced by thee.
Have I my race begun;
And, crowned with victory, at thy feet,
I'll lay my honors down.
PUILir DODDHIDGE.
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Serve him with cheer-ful heart and voice. With all your ton<iues his glo-ry
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Doth life and breath and being- give;
We are his work, and not our own ;
The sheep that on his pastures live.
3 Enter his gates with song of joy,
With praises to his courts repair,
And make it your divine employ.
To pay your thanks and honors there.
4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind,
Great is his grace, his mercy sure;
And the whole race of man shall find.
His truth from age to age endure.
Isaac Watts.
128
1 Praise, Lord, for thee in Zion waits.
Prayer shall besiege thy temple gates;
All flesh shall to thy throne repair.
And find, through Christ, salvation there.
2 Our spirits faint, our sins prevail.
Leave not our trembling hearts to fail ;
thou that hearest prayer, descend.
And still be found the sinner's friend.
3 Thy hand sets fast the mighty hills,
Thy voice the troubled ocean stills!
Evening and morning hA mn thy praise,
And earth thy bounty wide displays.
4 Lord, on our souls thy Spirit pour.
The moral waste within restore;
let thy love a spring-tide be.
And make us all bear fruit to thee.
Henuy Fkancis Lyte.
129
1 Jesus! thy church, with longing eyes,
For thine expected coming waits:
V/hen will the promised light arise.
And glory beam on Zion's gates?
2 E]en now, when tempests round us fall,
And wintry clouds o'ei-cast the sky,
Thy words with pleasure we recall.
And deem that our redemption's nigh.
3 0! come and reign o'er every land.
Let Satan from his throne be hurled.
All nations bow to thy command,
And grace revive a dying world.
4 Teach us in watchfulness and prayer.
To wait for thine appointed hour;
And fit us, by thy grace, to share
The triumphs of thy conqu'ring power.
Bathukst.
130
1 Behold the Christian warrior stand.
In all the armour of his God;
The Spirit's sword is in his hand.
His feet are with the Gospel shod.
2 In panoply of truth complete,
Salvation's helmet on his head;
With righteousness a breast-plate meet.
And faith's broad shield before him
spread.
3 Undaunted to the field he goes;
Yet vain were skill and valour there.
Unless, to foil his legion foes.
He takes the trustiest weapon, prayer.
4 Thus, strong in his Redeemer's strength,
Sm, death, and hell, he tramples down;
Fights the good fight, and wins at length.
Through mercy, an immortal crown.
Montgomery.
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Not only vast, but numberless ?
What mortal eloquence can raise
His tribute of immortal praise?
3 Happy are thejr, and only they.
Who from thy judgments never stray;
Who know what's rifrht; nor only so,
But always practice what they know.
4 Extend to tne that favor, Lord,
Thou to thy chosen dost afford;
When thou returnest to set them free,
Let thy salvation visit me.
5 may I worthy prove to see
'I'hy saints in full prosperity!
That I tlie joyful choir may join,
And count thy people's triumph mine!
6 Lpt Israel's God be ever blessed.
His name eternally confessed;
Let all his saints, with full accord,
Sin<j loud Aniens — Praise ye the Lord!
132
1 My soul, for help on God rely.
On him alone thy trust repose;
My rock and health will strenprth supply
To bear the shock of all my foes.
2 God does his savin*; health dispense,
And flowing' blessings daily send;
He is my fortress and defence,
On him my soul shall still depend.
3 In him, ye people, always trust;
Before his throne pour out your hearts:
For God, the merciful and just.
His timely aid to us imparts.
4 The Lord has oft his will expressed.
And 1 this truth have fully known.
To be of boundless power possessed,
Belongs of right to God alone.
133
1 Salvation doth to God belong.
His power and grace shall be our song:
From him alone all mercies flow.
His arm alone subdues the foe.
2 Then praise this God, who bows his ear
Propitious to his people's prayer;
And through deliverance he may stay.
Yet answers still in his own day.
)i may this goodness lead our land,
Still saved by thine Almighty hand,
The tribute of its love to bring
To thee, our Savior, and our King.
4 Till every public temple raise
A song of triumph to thy praise;
And every peaceful, private home,
To thee a temple shall become.
5 Still be it our supreme delight
To walk as in thy glorious sight;
Still in thy precepts and thy fear.
Till life's last hour, to persevere.
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Name ever dear to me;
When shall my labors have an end,
In joy and peace in thee y
2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built
walls
And pearly gates behold;
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold ?
3 when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend ;
Where congregations ne'er break up.
And Sabbaths have no end y
4 Jerusalem, my happy home,
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labors have an end.
When 1 thy joys shall see.
135
1 Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord:
This work belongs to you :
Sing of his name, his ways, his word,
How holy, just, and true.
2 His works of nature and of grace,
Reveal his wondi'ous name:
His mercy and his righteousness.
Let lieaven and earth proclaim.
3 Ilis wisdom and almighty word
The heavenly arches spread;
And by the spirit of the Lord
Their shining hosts were made.
4 He made the liquid waters flow,
To their appointed deep :
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The flowing seas their limits know.
And their own station keep.
5 Ye tenants of the spacious earth.
With fear before him stand !
He spoke, and nature took its birth.
And rests on his command.
6 He scorns the angry nations' rage.
And breaks their vain designs;
His counsel stands through every age,
And in full glory shines.
136
1 To thee, Lord, I raise my song.
Thy wonders I proclaim,
Thou sov'reign Judge of right and wrong.
For righteous is thy name.
2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace;
My (iod prepares his throne
To judge the world in righteousness.
And makes his justice known.
o Then shall the Lord a refuge prove.
For all the poor opprest:
To save the people of his love.
And give the weary rest.
4 The men that know thy name will trust
In thy abundant grace:
F'or thou hast ne'er forsook the just
Who humbly seek thy face.
5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord,
Whose throne is Zion's hill.
Who executes his threatened word,
And doth his grace fulfill.
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Descending down to-night,
Can thenceforth never more return
Back to the sphere of light.
3 And man, when in the grave,
Can never quit its gloom.
Until th' eternal morn shall wake
The slumber of the tomb.
4 may I find in death
A hiding-place with God.
Secure from woe and sin. till called
To share his blest abode.
5 Cheered by this hope. I wait.
Through toil, and care, and grief,
Till my appointed course is run,
And Christ shall bring relief.
138
1 Come, sound his praise abroad,
And hynnis of glory sing!
Jehovah is the sovereign God,
The universal King.
2 He formed the deeps unknown;
He gave the seas their bound;
The watery worlds are all his own,
And all the soHd ground.
o Come, worship at his throne,
Come, l)ow before the Lord;
We are his work, and not our own;
He formed us by his word.
4 To-day attend his voice.
Nor dare provoke his rod;
Come, like the people of his choice,