And own your gracious God.

Isaac Watts.

139

1 Stand up, and bless the Lord,

Ye people of his choice;
Stand up, and bless the Lord your God
With heart, and soul, and voice.

2 0, for the living flame

From his own altar brought,
To touch our lips, our souls inspire,
And wing to heaven our thought!

3 God is our strength and song,

And his salvation ours;
Then be his love in Christ proclaimed
With all our ransomed powers.

4 Stand up, and bless the Lord;

The Lord your God adore;
Stand up, and bless his glorious name,
Hencetorth forevermore.

James Montgomery.

140

1 The harvest dawn is near

The year delays not long;
And he who sows with many a tear.
Shall reap with many a song.

2 Sad to his toil he goes,

His seed with weeping leaves;
But he shall come at twilight's close.
And bring his golden sheaves.

3 But fearful vengeance falls

On that rebellious race.
Who hate to hear when Jesus call-.
And dare resist his grace.



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WOOLWICH. S. M.




1 Like Noah's weary dove,

That soared the earth around;
But not a restinj; place above
The cheerless waters found.

2 cease, my wanderino-soul,

On restless win(;s to roam;
All the wide world, from pole to pole,
Has not for thee a home.

3 Behold the ark of God,

Behold the open door;
Hasten to fi^ain that dear abode,
And rove my soul no more.

4 There safe shalt thou abide,

There sweet shall be thy rest;
And every long'in^ satisfied.
With full salvation blest.



142

1 In mercj-. not in wrath,

Rebuke me, gracious God!
Lest, if thy whole displeasure rise,
I sink beneath thy rod.

2 Touched by thy quick'ning power.

My load of guilt! feel:
The wounds thy Spirit hath unclosed,
let that Spirit heal.

3 In trouble and in gloom.

Must I forever mourn ?
And wilt not thou, at length, God,
In pitying love return?

4 come, ere life expires,

Send down thy power to save;



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Or praise thee in the grave?

Why should I doubt thy grace.

Or yield to dread despair?
Thou wilt fulfill thy promised word,

And grant me all my prayer.



143

1 May Jacob's God defend

And hear us in distress;
Our succour from his temple send.
Our cause from Zion bless I

2 May he accept our vow.

Our sacrifice receive.
Our heart's devout request allow.
Our holy wishes give.

3 Lord, thy saving grace

We joyfully declare:
Our banner in thy name we raise —
" The Lord fulfill our prayer!"

4 Now know we that the Lord

His chosen will defend ;
From heaven will strength divine afford,
And will their prayer attend.

5 Some earthly succour trust.

But we in God's right hand —
1.0 ! while they fall, so vain their boast.
We rise, and upright stand.

6 Still save us. Lord; and still

Thy servants deign to bless:
Hear. Kinir of heiiven. in times of ill,
The prayers that we address.



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Around thy steps below;
What patient love was seen in all
Thy life and death of woe.

"2 For, even on thy burdened heart
A weight of sorrow hung;
Yet no ungentle, murmuring word
Escaped thy silent tongue.

Thy foes might hate, despise, revile,

Thy friends unfaithful prove;
Unwearied in forgiveness still,
Thy heart could only love.

4 0. give us hearts to love like thee!

Like thee. Lord, to grieve

Far more for others' sin than all

The wrongs that we receive.

5 One with thyself, may every eye.

In us. thy brethren, see
The gentleness and grace that spring
From union, Lord, with thee.

SiK Edward Denny.

145

1 A PILGRIM through this lonely world,

The ble>sed Savior passed ;
A mourner all his life was he,
A dying Lamb at last.

2 That tender heart that felt for all,

For all its life-blood gave —
It found on earth no resting-place,
Save only in the grave.

3 Such was our Lord; and shall we fear

The cross, with all its scorn?



Or love a faithless, evil world.
That wreathed his brow with thorn?

4 No! facing all its frowns or smiles,

Like him, obedient still, [calm.

We homeward press through storm or
To Zion's blessed hill.

5 By faith his boundless glories tnere

Our wondering eyes behold;
Those glories which eternal years
Shall never all unfold.

Siu Edwaud Denny.

146

1 Great God, to thee my grateful tongue

My fervent thanks shall raise ;

Inspire my heart to raise the song

Which celebrates thy praise.

2 Fi'om thy almighty forming hand

1 drew my vital powers;
My time revolves at thy command
In all its circling hours.

o Thy power, my ever-present guard.
From every ill defend;
While numerous dangers hover round,
My help from thee descends.

4 Beneath the shadow of thy wing,
How sweet is my repose!
Thy morning light renews the spring
From which my comfort flows.

â– ) In celebration of thy praise
1 will employ my breath.
And walking steadfast in thy waj's,
Will triumph over death.



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2 Dear Shepherd of thy chosen few,
Thy former mercies here renew;
Here to our waitinof hearts proch\im
The sweetness of thy saving name.

3 Here may we prove the power of prayer,
To strengthen faith and banish care;
'I'd teach our faint desires to rise.

Like sweet incense or sacrifice.

4 Lord we are few, hut thou art near.
Nor sliort thine arm, nor deaf thine ear,
() hear our prayer this favored hour,
Let thousands feel thy saving power.

148

1 To Jesus, our exalted Lord,

The Name by heaven and earth adored.
Fain woukl our hearts and voices raise
A cheerful song of sacred praise.

2 But all the notes which mortals know.
Are weak, and lanpuishing, and low;
Far. far above our humble songs,

The theme demands immortal tongues.

Yet while around his board we meet,
And humbly worship at his feet,

let our warm affections move.
In glad returns of grateful love!

Steele.

149

1 HE'sblest.whose sins have pardon gained,

No more in judgment to appear;

Whose guilt remission has obtained.

And whose repentance is sincere.

2 No sooner T my wound disclosed.

The guilt that tortured me within,



By thy forgiveness interposed.
And mercy's healing balm poured in.

3 Sorrows on sorrows multiplied.

The hardened sinner shall confound;
But they wlio in his truth confide.
Blessings of mercy shall surround,

4 His saints, that have performed his laws.

Their life in triumph shall employ;
Let them, as they alone have cause.
In grateful raptures shout for joy.



150

1 Loud, thy mercy, my sure hope,

Tlie higliest orb of iieaven transcends;
Thy sacred truth's unmeasured scope
Beyond the spreading sky extends.

2 Thy justice like the hills remains,

TJnfathomed depths thy judgments are;
Thy providence the world sustains.
The whole creation is thy care.

3 Since of thy goodness all partake,

With what assurance should the just
Thy sheltering wings their refuge make.
And saints to thy protection trust!

4 Such guests shall to thy courts be led.

To banquet on thy love's repast.
And drink, as from a fountain's head,
...Of joys that shall forever lust.

6 With thee the springs of life I'einain,
Thy presence is eternal day;
let thy saints thy favor gain.

To upright hearts thy truth display.




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2 Forgive me. Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done:
That with the world, myself, and thee,
I, ere 1 sleep, at peace may be.

3 Teach me to live that I may dread
The grace as little as my bed;

To die. that this vile body may
Rise glorious at the joyful day.

4 0, may my soul on thee repose:

And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close:
Sleep, that shall me more vigorous make
To serA^e my God when I awake.

TijoMAe Ken.

152

1 Great God. to thee my evening song

With humble giatitude I raise:
0, let thy mercy tune my tongue.

And fill my heart wiih love and praise,

2 My days, unclouded as they pass,

And every gentle rollnig hour,
Are monuments of wondrous gra<!e.
And witness to thy love and pOwer.

3 An'l yet this thoughtless, wretched heart,

Too oft reganlless of thy love.
Ungrateful, can from thee depart.
And, fond of trifles, vainly rove.

4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood

Of Jesus: his dear name alone
I plead, for pardon, gracious God,
And kind acci^ptance at tiiy throne.

5 Let this blest hope mine eyelids close:

With sleep refresh my feeble frame:
Safe in thy care may 1 repose.

Ami wake with praises to thy name.
Anne Stekle.



153

1 God, my God, my all thru art:

Ere shines the dawn of risiiio- day.
Thy sovereign light witliiji my heart.
Thy all-enlivening power display.

2 More dear than life itself, thy love

My heart and tongue shall still employ :
And to declare thy praise will prove
My peace, my glory, and my joy.

3 In blessing thee with grateful songs

My happy life shall glide away;

The praise that to tiiy name belongs

Hourly with lifted heart 1 '11 pay.

4 Abundant sweetness, while T sing

Thy love, my ravished heart o erflows;
Secure in thee, mv God and King.
Of glory that no pi^riod knows.
Translated from the Spauish by John Wesley.



154

1 Except the Lord our laljors bless.
In vain shall we desire success;
Except his guardian power restrain,
The watchman waketh but in vain.

2 'Tis useless toil our stores to keep, —
Early to rise, and late to sleep. —
Unless the Lord, wiio reigns on high.
His providential care supply,

3 Grant, Loi-d, that we may ever flee
For guidance and for help to thee;
Thy blessing ask,.whate'er we do,
And in thy strength our work pursue.

ISatiuii'.st



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2 My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,

Thy name I love:
I love thy rocks and rills.
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills

Like that above.

3 Let music swell the breeze,
And ring- from all the trees

bweet freedom's song;
Let mortal tongues awake.
Let all that breathe partake,
Let rocks their silence break,

The sound prolong.

4 Our fathers' God, to thee,
Author of liberty,

To thee we sing;
Long may our hind be bright
With freedom's holy light.
Protect us with thy might.

Great God, our King!

S. F. Smith.

156

1 Our Father, high above.
Look on us in Thy love,

Oh, hear our prayer!
All hallowed be Thy Name,
For holy is the same:
To spread abroad its fame

Be our great care.



2 Our hearts with longing wait
For th' Eternal Stute,—

Thy Kingdom come!
And our petitions rise
That, as in yonder skies.
The earth may see likewise

Thy will be done!

3 We ask for daily bread:
And let our minils be fed

From thy rich store!
Oh, lot us not be tried
More than the strength supplied:
Free us from ill — and guide

Us evermore !

157

1 God bless our native land!
Firm may slie ever stand.

Through storm and night:
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of wind and wave.
Do thou our country save

By thy great might!

2 For her our prayer shall rise
To God. above the skies;

On him we wait:
Thou who art ever nigh.
Guarding with watchful eye,
To thee aloud we cry,

God save the State!

John S. Dwight-



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Which o'er his heard, and down his vest,
A breathing fragrance shed.

3 Like morning dews, on Zion's mount

That spread tlieir silver rays,
And deck with gems the verdant pomp
That Hermon's top displays.

4 To such the Lord of life and love

His blessing shall extend;
On earth a life of joy and peace,
A life that ne'er shall end.

159

1 Return, wanderer, return,

And seek thy Father's face;
These new desires which in thee burn
Were kindled by his grace.

2 Return, wanderer, now return,

He hears thy humble sigh;
He sees thy softened spirit mourn,
When no one else is nigh.

3 Return, wanderer, now return;

Thy Savior bids thee live:
Go to his feet, and grateful learn
How fi-eely he'll forgive.

4 Return, wanderer, now return,

And wipe the falling tear;
Thy Father calls, no longer mourn,
'Tis love invites thee near.

160

1 Sinners, the voice of God regard;
'Tis mercy speaks to-day;



He calls you by his sacred word
From sin's destructive way.

2 Like the rough sea that cannot rest,

Yon live, devoid of peace;
A thousand stings within your breast
Deprive your souls of ease.

3 Your way is dark, and leads to death:

Why will you persevere?
flee from swift approaching wrath,
From darkness and despair.

4 But he that turns to God shall live,

Through his abounding grace;
His mercy will the guilt forgive
Of those that seek his face.

5 Bow to the sceptre of his word.

Renouncing every sin ;
Submit to him, your sovereign Lord,
And learn his will divine.

161

1 The Savior! 0, what endless charms

Dwell in the blissful sound!
Its influence every fear disarms,
And spreads sweet peace around.

2 0, the rich depths of love divine,*

Of bliss, a boundless store!
Dear Savior, lot me call thee mine:
I cannot wish for more.

3 On thee alone my hope relies;

Beneath thy cross I fall;
My Lord, my life, my sacrifice.
My Savior, and my all.



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A love that passeth knowledge,

So paiiently to wait;
A sin that hath no equal,

So fast to bar the gate.

Jesus thou art pleading.

In accents meek and low.
" I died for you, my children.

And will ye treat me soV"
Lord, with shame and sorrow.

We open now the door,
Dear Savior, enter, enter.

And leave us never more.

\Vm. W. How.

163

Lamb of God. still keep me

Near to thy wounded side;
'Tis only there in safety

And peace I can aliide;
What foes and snares surround me,

What doubts and fears within !
The grace that sought and found nie.

Alone can keep me clean.
Soon shall my eyes behold thee

With rapture face to face;
One half hath not been told me

Of all thy power and grace ;



Thy beauty, Lord, and glory,

'i'he wonders of thy love.
Shall be the endless story

All willing hearts to move.

James D. Deck.

164

SACKED Head, now wounded,

With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded

With thorns, thine only crown;
sacred Head, what glory.

What bliss till now was thine!
Yet, though d' spised and gory,

I joy lo call thee mine.
What language shall I borrow

To thank thee, dearest Friend,
For this thy dying sorrow.

Thy pity without end?
0, make me thine forever;

And, should 1 fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never,

Outlive my love to thee!
Be near me when Fm dying.

0. show thy cross to me!
Forget not at thy 'Coming,

Dear. Lord, to set me free!
These eyes, new faith receiving,

From .lesus shall not move;
For he who dies believing.

Dies safely, through thy love.

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While soldiers scoff and Jews deride?
Ah! look how patiently he hangs,
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.

y Seven times he spake seven words of love.
And all three hoars his silence cried.
For mercy on the soul of men,
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.

4 A broken heart, a fount of tears, .
Ask and they will not be denied;
Lord Jesus, may we love and weep.
Since thou for us art crucified.

166

1 Tiiou only Sovereign of my heart,

My Refuge, my Almighty Friend,
And can my soul from thee depart;
On whom alone my hopes depend?

2 Whither, ah, whither shall I go,

A wretched wanderer from my Lord?
Can this dark world of sin and woe
One glimpse of happiness attbrd ?

3 Eternal life thy words impart;

On these my fainting spirit lives :
Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart,
Than all the round of nature gives.

4 Let earth's alluring joys combine;

Wliile thou art near, in vain they call;
One smile, one blissful smile, of thine,
My gracious Lord, outweighs them all.

5 Low at thy feet my soul would lie;

Here safety dwells, and peace divine;
Still let me live beneath thine eye,
For life, eternal life, is thine.

Anne Steele.



167

1 When at thy footstool. Lord, T bend,

And plead with thee for mercy there,
Think of the sinner's dying Friend.
And for his sake receive my prayei.

2 0, think not of my shame and guilt,

My thousand stains of deepest dye;

Think of the blood which Jesus spilt.

And let that blood my pardon buy.

3 0, think upon thy holy word,

And every plighted promise there;
How prayer should evermore be heard.
And how thy glory is to spare.

4 Thine eye, thine ear, they are not dull;

Thine arm can never shortened be;
Behold me here, my heart is full;
Behold, and spare, and succor me.

Henry Francis Lyte.

168

1 God of my life, to thee 1 call,
Afllicted at thy ieet I fall ;

When the great water-floods prevail,
Leave not my trembling heart to fail!

2 Friend of the friendless and the faint,
Wheieshould I lodge my deepcomplaint?
Where but with thee, whose open door
Invites the helpless and the poor?

3 Did ever mourner plead with thee.
And thou refuse that mourner's plea?
Does not the word still fixed remain.
That none shall seek thy face in vain ?

4 Poor though I am, despised, forgot.
Yet God, my God, forgets me not;
And he is safe, and must succeed.

For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.
William Cowpkb.



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2 My soul he doth restore again,

And nie to walk doth make.
Within the paths o{ righteousness,
Ev'n for his own name's sake.

3 Yea, thq' T walk in death's dark vale.

Yet will I fear no ill,
For thou art with me and thy rod
And staff, me comfort still.

4 My table thou hast furnished.

In presence of my foes.
My head thou dost with oil anoint.
And my cup overflows.

5 Goodness and mercy, all my life,

Shall surely follow me,
And in God's house forevermore,
My dwelling place shall be.



170

1 God, on thee we all depend.

On thy paternal care;
Thou wilt the father and the Friend
In every act appear.

2 With open hand and liberal heart

Thou wilt our wants supply;
The needful blessings still impart, .
And no good thing deny.

3 Our Father knows what's good and fit.

And wisdom guides his love;
To thine appointments we submit,
And every choice approve.

4 In thy paternal love and care.

With cheerful hearts we trust;

Thy tender mercies boundless are,

And all thy thoughts are just.



171

1 Fountain of mercy, God of love.

How rich thy bounties are!
The rolling seasons, as they move,
Proclaim thy constant care.

2 The spring's sweet influence was thine^

The plants in beauty grew ;
Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine.
And mild refreshing dew.

3 These various mercies from above,

Matured the swelling grain ;
A yellow harvest crowns thy love.
And plenty fills the plain.

4 Seed-time and harvest, Lord, alone

Thou dost on man bestow;
Let him not then forget to own
From whom his blessings flow.

Anne Flowekdew.

172

1 THOU, my light, my life, my joy,

My glory, and my all:
Unsent by thee, no good can come.
No evil can befall.

2 Such are thy schemes of providence.

And methods of thy grace.

That I may safely trust in thee

Through all the wilderness.

3 'Tis thine outstretched and powerful arm

Upholds me in the way;
And thy rich bounty well supplies
The wants of every day.

4 For such compassions, my God!

Ten thousand thanks are due;

For such compassions, I esteem

Ten thousand thanks too few.



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No speech is there uttered and lan-
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All round the wide earth runs the lines
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Their words to the world's widest limits
have gone.
•3 In them for the sun hath he set a pavilion.
And he, like a bridegroom m bridal
array,
Comes forth from his chamber in glory
rejoicing.
To speed like a racer of strength on
his way.

174

Pealm 19.

1 Rejoice in Jehovah, rejoice ye right-

eous, [fair;

For praise to the upright is comely and

With harp and psaltery, give thanks to

Jeliovah,
Your tpn stringed lyre, in his honor

prepare.

2 A new song of praise to Jehovah, oh,

sing ye.
In notes of loud melody, pour forth

your skill, [Jehovah,

For uprio-ht and pure is the word of
The deeds of liis band, they are faith-

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3 Just judgment and righteousness alway

he loveth, [earth,

Jehovah's free goodness, it filleth the

By the word of Jehovah the heavens were

created.
The breath of his mouth to their hosts

giveth birth.

4 Jehovah his counsel it standeth eternal.

The thoughts of his heart are forever

the same; [hovah,

blessed the nation whose God is Je-

The people he doth for his heritage
claim.

175

Psalm 33.

1 Hark, sinner, while (iod from on high

doth entreat thee.
And warnings with accents of mercy
doth blend;
Give ear to his voice, lest in judgment
he meet thee;
"The harvest is passing, the summer
will end."

2 How oft of thy danger and guilt he hath

told thee! [doth send!

How (ift still the message of mercy

Haste, haste, while he waits in his arms

to enfold thee;
"The harvest is passing, the summer

will end."



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His works of power and grace;
And we'll convey his wonders down
Through every rising race.

3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons,

And they again to theirs,
That generations yet unborn
May teach them to their heirs.

4 Thus shall they learn.in God alone

Their hope securely stands,
That they may ne'er forget his works.
But practice his commands.

Isaac Watts.

177

Psalm 2.

1 Attend, earth, whilst I declare

God's uncontrolled decree:
"Thou art my Son, this day, my heir,
" Have I begotten thee.

2 "Ask and receive thy full demands;

"Thine shall the nations be;

"The utmost limits of the lands

Shall be possessed by thee."

3 "Thy threat'ning sceptre thou shalt shake,

'â–  And crash them everywhere.
As massy bars of iron break, "
"The potter's brittle ware."

4 Learn then, ye Princes, and give ear

Ye Judges of the earth;
Worship the Lord with holy fear.
Rejoice with awful mirth.

178

Pi^alm 13.
1 Thy law is perfect, Lord of light,
Thy testimonies sure;



The statutes of thy realm are right,
And thy commandments pure.

2 Holy, inviolate thy fear,