245

1 How still and peaceful is the grave!
Where, life's vain tumults past.
The appointed house, by heaven's decree,
Receives us all at last;



The wicked therefrom troubling cease;

Their passions rage no more :
And there the weary pilgrim rests

From all the toil he bore.

2 There servants, masters, small and great.

Partake the same lepose:
And there, in peace, the ashes mix

Of those who once were foes;
All. leveled by the hand of death.

Lie sleeping in the tomb,
Till God in judgment calls them torth,

To meet their final doom.

246

1 God. our help in ages past.

Our hope ibr years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,

And our eternal home!
Under the shadow of thy throne

Still may we dwell secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,

And our defense is sure.

2 Before the hills in order stood.

Or earth i-eceived her frame.
From everlasting thou art God,

To endless years the same;
A thousand ages in thy sii;ht,

Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night,

Before the rising sun.

Ipaac Watts.




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Thy law upon my heart;
Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,
Or act the liar's part.

3 From vanity turn oft' my eyes.

Let no corrupt design,
Nor covetous tlesires. arise
Within this soul of mine.

4 Order my footsteps by thy word.

And make my heart sincere;
Let sin have no dominion. Lord!
But keep my conscience clear.

5 Make me to walk in thy commands —

' Tis a delightful road;
Nor let my head, or heart, or hands.
Offend against my God.

248

1 Spirit of truth! on this thy day,

To thee for help we cry,
To guide us through the dreary way
Of dark mortality.

2 We ask not. Lord, the cloven flame,

Or tongues of various tone;
But long thy praises to proclaim,
With fervor in our own.

3 No heavenly harpings soothe our ear.

No mystic dreams we share;

Yet hope to feel thy comfort near.

And bless thee in our prayer.

4 When tongues shall cease, and power

decay,
And knowledge empty prove,



Do thou thy trembling servants stay.
With faith, and hope, and love.

Heber.

249

1 Thy broken body, gracious Lord!

Is shadowed by this broken bread,
The wine which in this cup is poured.
Points to the blood which thou hast shed.

2 And while we meet together thus,

We show that we are one in Thee;
Tiiy precious blood was shed for us;
Thy death, Lord, has set us free.

3 We have one hope — that thou wilt come;

Thee in the air we wait to see: i

When thou wilt give thy saints a home,

And we shall ever reign with Thee.

250

1 In all my vast concerns with thee.

In vain my soul would try
To shun thy presence. Lord, or flee
The notice of thine eye.

2 Thine all surrounding sight surveys

My rising and my rest,
My public walks, my private ways.
And secrets of my breast.

3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord,

Before they're formed within;
And ere my lips pronounce the word.
He knows the sense I mean.

4 Oh, wondrous knowledge, deep and high!

Where can a creature hide?
Within thy circling arms I lie,
Enclosed on every side.

Watts.



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Come swittly pressing on,
The brightest names that earth can boast
Just glisten and are gone.

3 Yet doth the star of Bethlehem shed

A lustre pure and sweet;
And still it leads, as once it led,
To the Messiah's feet.

4 Father, may that holy star

Grow every year more bright.
And send its glorious beams afar
To fill the world with light.

William C. Bktant.

252

1 When all thy mercies, my God,

My rising soul surveys.
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

2 how can words with equal warmth

The gratitude declare.
That glows within my ravished heart?
But thou canst read it there.

3 To all my weak complaints and cries.

Thy mercy lent an ear.
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learned
To form themselves in prayer.

4 When in the slippery paths cf youth.

With heedless steps I ran.
Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe.
And led me up to man.

â– 5 Through all eternity to thee
A grateful song I'll raise;
But 0, eternity's too short



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253

1 Again the Lord of life and light

Awakes the kindling ray,
Dispels the darkness of the night,
And pours increasing day.

2 what a night was that which wrapt

A guilty world in gloom!
what a sun, which broke this day
Triumphant from the tomb!

3 This day be grateful homage paid.

And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart.
And praise on every tongue.

4 Ten thousand thousand lips shall join

To hail this happy morn.
Which scatters blessings from its wings
On nations yet unborn.

i> re. Anna L. Barbauld.

254

1 When downward to the darksome toinb

I thoughtful turn my eyes.
Frail nature trembles at the gloom.
And anxious fears arise.

2 Why shrinks my soul? — in death's em-

brace
Once Jesus captive slept:
And angels, hovering o'er the place.
His lowly pillow kept.

3 Thus shall they guard my sleeping dust,

And, as the Savior rose,
The grave again shall yield her trust,
And end my deep repose.

4 Then let my faith each fear dispel.

And gild with light the grave;
To him my loftiest praises swell,
Who died from death to save

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When the golden sunbeams rise.
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Brightly imaged on my mind.

3 When the star-beams pierce the night,
Oft I think on Jesus' light;

Think how bright that light will be.
Shining through eternity.

P. E. Cox, tr.

256

1 Hasten, Lord, the glorious time.

When beneath Messiah's sway.
Every nation, every clime,
Shall the gospel call obey.

2 Highest kings his power shall own;

Heathen tribes his name adoi'e;
Satan and his host o'erthrown.

Bound in chains, shall hurt no more.

3 Then shall wars and tumults cease,

Then be banished grief and pain;
Righteousness, and joy, and peace
Undisturbed, shall ever reigu.

257

1 Now may He who from the dead

Brought the Shepherd of the sheep,
Jesus Christ, our King and Head,
All our souls in safety keep.

2 May he teach us to fulfill

What is pleasing in his sight;
Make us perfect in his will,

And preserve us day and night.

3 To that great Redeemer's praise.

Who the covenant sealed with blood,
Let our hearts and voices raise
Loud thanksgivings to our God.

John Newton.



258

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

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

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

J. E. Leeson.

259

1 An(!els. roll the rock away!
l)(".ith, yield up the mighty prey!
See, the Savior quits the tomb.
Glowing with immortal bloom!

2 Shout, ye seraphs! Gabriel, raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise!
Let the earth's i-emotest bound
Echo to the joyful sound.

3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes;
See the Conq'ror mount the skies;
When he comes, ye conquer too:
He has triumphed thus for you.

4 Heaven unfolds her portals wide;
Glorious Hero, through ihem ride;
King of glory, mount thy throne;
Boundless empire is thy own.

5 Praise him, ye celestial choirs!
Raise and sweep your golden lyres;
Praise him in tlie noblest sonps.
From ten thousand thousand tongues!



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2 Though dark my path and sad my lot,
Let me be still and murmur not,

And breathe the prayer divinely taught,
Thy will be dune.

3 What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved no longer nigh;
Submissive still I would reply,

Thy will be done.

4 If thou should'st call me to resign
What most I prize, it ne'er was mine;
I only yield thee what is thine.

Thy will be done.

5 Renew my will from day to day.
Blend it with thine and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,

Thy will be done.

261

1 When I survey the wondrous Cross

On which the Prince of Glory died.
My richest gain I count but loss.
And pour contempt on all my pride.

2 Forbid it, Lord ! that I should boast.

Save in the Cross of Christ, my Lord;
let the things which charm me most
Be those which magnify his word.

3 See from his head, his hands, his feet.

Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet.
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,

That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine.
Demands my zeal, my life, my all!
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1 Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us

Through this lonely vale of tears:
Through the changes thou'st decreed us,
Till our last great change appears.

2 When temptation's darts assail us.

When in devious paths we stray,
Let thy goodness never fail us.
Lead us in thy perfect way.

3 In the hour of pain and anguish,

In the hour when death draws near,
Suffer not our hearts to languish, —
Suff'er not our souls to fear.

4 And. when mortal life is ended,

Bid us on thy bosom rest.
Till, by angel bands attended.
We awake among the blest.

263

1 Our Helper. God! we bless thy name,
Whose love forever is the same;

The tokens of thy gracious care
Open, and crown, and close the year.

2 Amid ten thousand snares we stand,
Supported by thy guardian hand;
And see, when we review our ways.
Ten thousand monuments of praise.

3 Thus far thine arm has led us on;
This far we make thy mercy known;
And while we tread this desert land,
New mercies shall new songs demand.

4 Our grateful souls, on Jordan's shore,
Shall raise one sacred pillar more;
Then bear in thy bright courts above.
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Xot yet his sacred body torn.

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Fold your wings ye seraphs bright,
God descends from heaven's height,

Th' Incarnate Word.

3 Lift thy voice ransomed earth,
Gladly tell of Jesus' birth;
Morning stars repeat your mirth,

.•\s of old;
He by whom our race is freed.
He whose merits man may plead.
He is come the promised seed,

Long foretold.

Zion long in bondage lying.

Captive and for rescue crying,

Cease thy tears, withhold thy sighing,

Break thy chains;
From tliy walls the foe is hurled,
Be thy banners wide unfurled.
Tell it to an eager world,

Jesus reigns.

265

1 Hark, from yonder mount arise
Notes of sadness, Jesus dies;
Pardon gently men, he cries,
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Love for guilty man records
Hear your dying Savior's woids.

Sin resign.
2 Sinner, for your guilt I die,
Guilt that dared your (ilod defy;
Through my death forgivenes.s nigh

I have brought,
Life for you I freely give. .
Death I taste that you may live,
Free Salvation now receive

Dearly bought.

Air. bj' J. W. Wilson.

266

1 When our heads are crowned with woe,
When our bitter tears o'erflow;

When we mourn the lost, the dear.

Savior hear;
When the heart is sad within
With the thought of all its sin :
When our heart-strings shrink with fear,

Savior hear.

2 Thou our feeble flesh hast worn.
Thou our mortal griefs hast borne;
Thou hast shed the human tear.

Savior hear;
Thou the shame and grief hast known.
Though the sins were not thine own ;
Thou hast deigned their load to bear.

Savior hear. Arr. by J. W. Wilson.




2 bless the Lord, my soul.

His mercies bear in iniiid;
Forfjet not all his benefits,
Who is to thee so kind.

3 He pardons all thy sins,

Prolongs thy feeble breath;
He healeth thine intirniities.
And ransoms thee from death.

4 He feeds thee with his love,

Upholds thee with his truth ;
And, like the eag-le's. he renews
The vigor of thy youth.

5 Then bless the Lord, my soul,

His grace, his love proclaim;
Let all that is within me join
To bless his holy Name.

268

1 From lowest depths of woe,

To God I send my cry:
Lord, hear my supplicating voice,
And graciously reply.

2 Shouldst thou severely judge,

Who can the trial bear?
But thou torgiv'st. lest we despond.
And quite re.iounee thy tear.

3 My soul Avith patience waits

For thee, the living Lord:
My hopes are on thy promise built.
Thy never-failing word.

4 Let Israel trust in God,

No bounds his mercy knows; [whence
The plenteous source and spring from
Eternal succor flows.



269

1 My soul repeat his praise.

Whose mercies are so great;
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.

2 High as the heavens are raised *

.•\bove the ground we tread,
So far the riches of his grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.

3 Our days are as the grass.

Or like the morning flower;
If one sharp blast sweeps o'er the field
It withers in an hour.

4 But thy compassions, Lord,

To endless years endure ;
And children's children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.

270

1 The Lord is risen indeed;

The grave hath lost its pray;
With him shall rise the ransomed seed.
To reign in endless day.

2 The Lord is risen indeed :

He lives to die no more;
He lives, his people's cause to plead,
Whose curse and shame he bore.

3 The Lord is risen indeed:

Attending angels, hear!
Up to the courts of heaven^ with speed.
The joyful tidings bear.

4 Then take your golden lyi'es.

And strike each cheerful cliord ;
Join, all ye bright celestial choirs,
To sing our risen Lord.

Thomas Kellt.



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The clouds yeso much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
With blessings on your head.

3 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,

But trust him for his grace:
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

4 His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour:
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

5 Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan his work in vain:
God is his own interpreter.
And he will make it plain.

272

1 How beautiful on the hills

The crimsom light is shed;
'Tis like the peace the Christian gives
To mourners round his bed.

2 How mildly on the wandering cloud

The sunset beam is cast;
So sweet the memory left behind,
When loved ones breathe their last.

3 And lo! above the dews of night;

The vesper star appeai-s;
So faith lights up the mourner's heart,
Whose eyes are dim with tears.

273

1 Loud, in the morning thou shall hear
I\Iy voice ascending high ;
To tiiee will I direct my prayer —
To thee lift up mine eye.



2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone

To plead for all his saints.
Presenting at his Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.

3 Thou art a God before whose sight,

The wicked shall not stand:
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.

4 But to thy house will I resort,

To taste thy mercies there :

I will fi-equent thy holy court.

And worship in thy fear,

274

1 Calm on the listening ear of night

Come heaven's melodious strains,
Where wild Judea stretches far
Her silver-mantled plains.

2 Celestial choirs, from courts above,

Shed sacred glories there.
And angels with their sparkling lyres.
Make music on the air.

3 The joyous hills of Palestine

Send back the glad reply,
And greet, from all their holy heights.
The dayspring from on high.

4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee

There comes a holier calm.
And Sharon waves, in solemn praise,
Her silent groves of palm.

5 "Glory to God!" the sounding skies

Aloud with anthems ring: ,
" Peace to the earth, good-will to men,
From heaven's eternal King!"




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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
To thine uplitted eye —

4 That prize, with peerless glories bright.

Which shall new lustre boast, [gems
When victors' wreaths and monarchs'
Shall blend in common dust.

276

1 Life is a span, a fleeting hour;

How soon the vapor flies !
Man is a tender, transient flower,
That in the blooming dies.

2 The once-loved form now cold and dead,

Each mournful thought employs,
And nature weeps, her comforts fled,
And withered all her joys.

3 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time

When what we now deplore

Shall rise in full immortal prime,

And bloom to fade no more.

4 Then cease, fond nature, dry thy tears.

Religion points on high;
From whence our Lord with life appears.
And joys that never die.

277

1 THOU who dry'st the mourner's tear,
How dark this world would be.



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If pierced by sins and sorrows here,
We could not fly to thee!

2 The friends, who in our sunshine live.

When winter comes, are flown;
And he who has but tears to give.
Must weep those tears alone.

3 Oh! who could bear life's stormy doom,

Did not thy wing of love
Come brightly wafting through the gloom
Our peace-branch from above '?

4 Then sorrow touched by thee grows

bright.
With more than rapture's ray;
As darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day.

278

1 Jerusalem! my glorious home!

Name ever dear to me!
When shall my labors have an end.
In joy, and peace, and thee ?

2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built

walls
And pearly gates behold?
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong.
And streets of shining gold?

3 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom.

Nor sin nor sorrow know;
Blest seats! thi'ough rude and stormy
scenes
I onward press to you.

4 Jerusalem! my glorious home!

My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labors have an end.
When I thy joys shall see.



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The world's ibundation strongly laid,
And the vast fabric still sustains.

2 How surely 'stablished is thy throne!

Which shall no change or period see;
For thou, Lord, and thou alone,
Art God from all eternity.

3 The floods, Lord, lift up their voice,

And toss the troubled waves on high;
But God above can still their noise,
And make the angry sea comply.

4 Thy promise, Lorvl, is ever sure.

And they that in thy housewoulddwell,
That happy station to secure,
Must still in holiness excel.



280

1 On, that my load of sin were gone!

Oh, that I could at last submit
At Jesus' feet to lay it down,
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet!

2 Rest for my soul I long to find;

Savior, if mine indeed thou art,
Give me thy meek and lowly mind.
And stamp thy image on my heart!

3 Fain would I learn of thee, my God,

Thy light and easy burden prove,
Thp cross, all stained with hallowed blood.
The labor of thy dying love.

4 This moment would I take it up.

And after my dear Master bear;



With thee ascend to Calvary's top.
And bow my head and suffer there.

5 I would; but thou must give the power,
My heart from every sin release;
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour.
And fill me wiih thy perfect peace.

Charles Wesley.



281

1 My God, and is thy table spread.

And does thy cup with love o'erflow?
Thither be all thy children led.

And let them thy sweet mercies 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 Why are its bounties all in vain

Before unwillmg hearts displayed?
Was not for you the victim slain?
Are you forbid the children's bread?

4 let thy table honored be.

And furnished well with joyful guests:
And may each soul salvation see,
That here its holy pledges tastes.

5 Drawn by thy quickening grace, Lord,

In countless numbers let them come;
And gather from their Father's board,
The bread that lives beyond the tomb.

6 Nor let thy spreading Gospel rest.

Till thro' the world thy truth has run;
Till with this bread all men be blest.
Who see the light or feel the sun.



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2 Every joy the day hath brought me.

All in all to thee I owe;
I am humble and unworthy

Of the g-ifts thou dost bestow;
Jesus, Father, hear my thankful prayer,

It is all I have for thee.
Simple offerinor for the kindness,

Thou so freely poured on me.

3 Keep and guard me while I slumber,

If it be thy loving will,
So to-morrow, if I waken.

It .shall be to praise thee still,
Jesus, Father, so control me ever.

That my days are spent for thee,
When from death I shall awaken,

I a child thine own shall be.

Arr. by J. L. W.

283

1 Must I go, and empty handed,

Thus my dear Redeemer meet;
Not one clay of service give him.

Lay no trophy at his feet?
Not at death I shrink, nor falter.

For my Savior saves me now;
Not one day of service give him.

Thought of that o'er-clouds my brow.

2 Oh. the years of service wasted!

Could I but recall them now,
I would give them to my Savior,
To his will I'd gladly bow;



Oh. ye saints, arouse, be earnest!

Up, and work while yet 'tis day,
Ere the day of God o'er-takes thee.

Strive for souls while still ye may.

284

1 Crown his head with endless blessing,

Who, in God the Father's name,
With compassion never ceasing.

Conies salvation to proclaim;
Hail, ye saints, wh' knnv his favor,

Who within his gates are found ;
Hail, ye saints, the exalted Savior,

Let his courts with praise resound.

2 Lo, Jehovah, we adore thee;

Thee our Savior ! thee our God !
From his throne his beams of glory

Shine through all the world abroad;
In his word his light arises.

Brightest beams of truth and grace;
Bind, oh, bind your sacrifices.

In his courts your offerings place.

8 Jesus, thee our Savior hailing.

Thee our God in praise we own;
Highest honors, never failing.

Rise eternal round the throne;
Now, ye saints, his power confessing,

In your grateful strains adore;
For his mercy, never ceasing.

Flows, and flows forevermore.