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285. Oh, for a home be-yond the pain,
Be -yoncl the doubt and gloom,
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2 The years go by like waters swift,
On flowing to the sea;
But here and there the clouds are ritt,
With light and hope for thee,
3 The crown shines brightly in the hand
Of him, our coming King;
Hold to the cross! ye pilgrim band,
And of his glories smg.
4 The night willcease, the morn shall come
And pain snail be no more;
Behold our Lord upon his throne,
As Kingforevermore. H. V. Reed.
286
i The prophets tell of Canaan's land.
When reign of sin is o'er;
No storms shall sweep across that strand.
And death shall come no more.
2 Oh. rapt'rous scene! no night is there,
What sights shall greet our eyes;
We long to breathe its balmy air.
Beneath its soft blue skies.
3 Oh, joyful day when cloud and gloom
No more shall veil the light; [bloom
Oh, gladsome land where naught but
Shall meet our wondering sight.
4 Lord, we lift our hearts to thee,
W^e pray " Thy kingdom come;"
We'repilgrims now and long to be
Eternally at home.
J. L. Wince.
287
1 Farewell, dear friends, adieu, adieu,
Still in God's ways delight.
And grace and peace shall be with you,
Good night, yood night, good night.
2 Though part we oft as here we come.
Still may it joy excite;
We haste to one eternal home.
Good night, good night, good night.
3 Now foes are numerous and strong,
And would our souls atfright;
But God is our defence and song,
Good night, good night, good night.
4 Press onward to your journey's end,
Turn not to left or right ;
We have a never failing friend.
Good night, good night, good night.
5 And when we meet the Lord above.
And f lith's exchanged for sight;
We'll sing of his redeeming love.
But never say good night.
288
1 My song shall always be of him
Who gave himself for me;
W^ho died a sinner to redeem,
And bled upon the tree.
2 I never can his love forget.
Who sutfered for my good;
His wounded head, hands, side, and feet,
Poured forth the sacred flood.
3 Like him, on earth, I wish to be,
That when he doth appear,
I may rejoice his face to see.
And his blest voice to hear.
4 For time to come I would fulfill
The wishes of my Lord :
Obey his precepts, do his will,
And magnify his word.
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289. The buds up - on the ear- ly rose,
The ten-der leaves up - on the corn
2 The birds which come in early sprin<r,
Andbuild their nestson branches bare,
In hope of comino' summer sing-.
While glist'ning frosts yet chill the air,
3 The angels came in early dawn,
While yet 'twas dark in Jesus' tomb;
When Christian faith and hope were gone,
Were buried in the doubt and gloom.
4 He is not here, the angel cried.
Behold he's risen from the dead,
He's now alive, the crucified.
The King of Life! our Living Head.
H. V. R ;i D.
290
1 The hope that we shall reign with him.
Who is the Way. the Truth, the Life,
Inspires the heart to bear the pain.
And bravely meet the world's rude
strife.
2 We know the end will come at last.
We know that sorrows all shall cease.
And when the storms are over past.
We'll reign with him in perfect peace.
3 The ancient bards foretold his reign,
*Twas sung in Judah's sweetest psalm.
All nations shall revere his name.
And saints shall join the crown and
palm.
4 A city shines beyond the night.
Beyond the curse of sin and tears;
With Christ the Lamb its holy light.
We'll ever reign through endless years.
II. V. Keed.
291
1 Weary and worn with trials sore.
We come by faith and hope to thee,
'Tis thy command, we doubt no more,^
"Take up thy cross and follow me,"
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2 At times the night seems dark and drear.
Alone we walk life's desert way:
Thy promised rest our hearts doth cheer,
Assurance blest of coming day.
3 Our weakness only makes us strong,
Butstrength conies only from our Lord,
His love, our shield, protects from wrong,
Supported by his gracious word.
4 With patience, then, we'll bear the cross,
Await his blessings coming down;
Earth's fires will burn away the dross.
Beyond the cross, we'll gain the crown.
H. V. Eeed.
292
1 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high ;
To thee 1 will 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
Tne 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 frequent thy holy court
And worship in thy fear.
5 Oh, may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness:
Make every path of duty straight
And plain before mv face I
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293. Lord, we come be - fore thee now,
T. B. Mason.
At thy feet we hum -blybow;
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2 Lord, on thee our souls depend,
In compassion now descend;
Fill our hearts with thy rich grace,
Tune our lips to sing thy praise.
3 In thine own appointed way.
Now we seek thee, here we stay;
Lord, we know not how to go.
Till a blessinf? thou bestow.
4 Send some message from thy word,
Tnat may joy and peace afford ;
Let thy Spirit now impart
Full salvation to each heart.
W. Hammond.
294
1 In the dark and cloudy day.
When earth's riches flee away,
And the last hope will not stay,
Savior, comfort, comfort me!
2 When the secret idol's gone
That my poor heart yearned upon, —
Desolate, bereft, alone.
Savior comfort, comfort me!
3 Thou, who wast so sorely tried.
In the darkness crucified.
Bid me in thy love confide;
Savior, comfort, comfort me !
4 Comfort me, I am cast down:
'Tis my heavenly Father's frown;
I deserve it all, I own :
Savior, comfort, comfort me!
295
1 Not with terror do we meet
At the board by Jesus spread:
Not in mystery drink and eat
Of the Savior's wine and bread.
2 'Tis his memory we record,
'Tis his virtues we proclaim;
Grateful to our honored Lord,
Here we bless his sacred name.
.3 See him on the dreadful day
Of his mortal agony,
Break the bread, and hear him say,
*' Eat of this, and think of me!"
4 See him standing on the brink
Of the tomb, and Jmrk! he cries,
" Drink the wine, and as you drink,
Oh, remember him who dies!'"
5 Yes! we will remember thee,
Friend and Savior! and thy feast.
Of all services shall be,
Holiest and welcomest.
296
1 Thou, from whom we never part.
Thou, whose love is everywhere.
Thou, who seest every heart.
Listen to our evening prayer.
2 Father, fill our hearts with love,
Love unfailing, full and free;
Love that no alarm can move.
Love that ever rests on thee.
3 Heavenly Father! through the night
Keep us safe from every ill;
Cheerful as the morning light.
May we wake to do thy will.
Anon.
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297. Sal - va-tion, oh, the joy - ful sound, 'Tis pleas-ure to our ears;
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2 Buried in sorrow and in sin.
At hell's dark door we lay;
But we arise by o:iace divine
To see a heavenly day.
3 Salvation! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around;
While all the ai'mies of the sky
Conspire to raise the souml.
Isaac Watts.
298
1 Tm not ashamed to own my Lord,
Or to defend his cause;
Maintain the honor of his word,
The glory of his cross.
2 Jesus my Lord! — I know his name —
His name is all my trust;
Nor will he put my soul to shame.
Nor let my hope be lost.
3 Firm as his throne his promise stands.
And he can well secure
What 1 've committed to his hands,
Till the decisive hour.
4 Then will he own my worthless name
Before his Father's face,
And in the new Jerusalem
Appoint for me a place.
Watts.
299
1 All nature dies and lives ag'ain:
The flowers, that paint the field,
The trees, that crown the mountain's
brow,
And boughs and blossoms yield. —
2 Resig'n the honors of their form
At winter's stormy blast.
And leave the naked, leafless plain,
A desolated waste.
3 So to the dreary o-rave consigned,
Man sleeps in death's dark gloom,
Until the final morning wake
The slumbers of the tomb.
4 may the grave become to us
The bed of peaceful rest !
AVhence we sliall gladly rise at lengthy
And mingle with the blest.
300
1 Am I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb!
And shall 1 fear to own his cause
Or blush to speak his name V
2 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must 1 not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace.
To help us on to God?
3 Sure I must fight, if I would reign;
Increase my courage Lord!
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy Word.
4 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.
5 When that illustrious day shall come,
And all thy armies shine
In robes of victory, gathered home.
The glory shall be thine.
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va-tion prove, Triumph in re-deem-ing love, Tri-umph in re - deem-ing love.
2 Ye, who see the Father's grace
Beaming in the Savior's face,
As to glory on ye move,
Praise and bless redeeming love.
3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears.
Banish all your guilty tears,
See your guilt and curse remove,
Cancell'd by redeeming love !
4 Hither, then, your praises bring,
And of Jpsus gladly sing;
Gladly join the hosts above,
Join to praise redeeming love.
302
1 Let us, with a joyful mind,
Praise the Lord, for he is kmd;
For his mercies shall endure.
Ever faithful, ever sure.
2 He, with all-commanding might.
Filled the new-made world with light;
For his mercies shall endure.
Ever faithful, ever sure.
.3 All things living he doth feed:
His full hand supplies their need;
For his mercies shall endure.
Ever faithful, ever sure.
4 He his chosen race did bless
In the wasteful wilderness;
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
5 He hath, with a piteous eye,
Looked upon our misery;
For his mercies shall endure,
- Ever faithful, ever sure.
6 Let us, then, with joyful mind,
Praise the Lord, for he is kind;
For his mercies shall endure.
Ever faithful, ever sure.
303
1 Wake the song of Jubilee;
Let it echo o'er the sea!
Now is come the promised hour;
Jesus reigns with sovereign power.
2 All ye nations, join and sing,
"Christ of lords and kings is King!"
Let it sound from shore to shore,
Jesus reigns forevermore !
3 Now the desert lands rejoice.
And the islands join their voice;
Yea, the whole creation sings.
"Jesus is the King of kings!"
304
1 Songs of praise the angels sang;
"Heaven with hallelujahs rang.
When Jehovah's work begun.
When he spake and it was done.
2 Songs of praise awoke the morn.
When the Prince of Peace was bornj
Songs of praise arose when he
Captive led captivity.
3 Heaven and earth must pass away.
Songs of praise shall crown thntday;
God will make new heavens and eartu>
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
Montgomery.
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2 A heart resisrnod. submissive, meek,
My dear Redeeiirer's throne;
AVhere only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone !
3 Oh, for a lowly, contrite heart,
Believine, true, and clean!
AVhich neither life nor death can part
From him that dwells within.
4 A heart in every thoug-ht renewed.
And filled with love divine ;
Perfect, and rio-ht, and pure, and good;
An image, Lord, of thine.
5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart;
Come quickly from above ;
Write thy new name upon my heart, —
Thy new, best name of Love.
306
1 Blest be the everlastmg God,
The Father of our Lord;
Be his abounding mercy praised,
His majesty adored.
2 When from the dead he raised his Son,
And called him to the sky,
He gave to man a lively hope
Of immortality.
3 There's an inheritance divine
Reserved against that day;
'Tis uncorrupted. undefiled.
And cannot fade away.
4 Saints by the power of God are kept
Till the salvation come;
We walk by faith as strangers here.
Till Christ shall c&ll us home.
307
1 Thou art the Way: to thee alone
From sin and death we flee;
And he who would the Father seek.
Must seek him. Lord, by tnee.
2 Thou art the Truth : thy word alone
True wisdom can imi art;
Thou only canst instruct the mind,
And purify the heart.
3 Thou art the Life: the rending tomb
Proclaims thy conquering arm;
And those who put their trust in thee
Nor death nor hell shall harm.
4 Thou art tlie Way, the Truth, the Life:
Grant us to know that Way;
That Truth to keep, that Life to win.
Which leads to endless day.
DOANK.
308
1 There's not a place in earth's vast round,
In ocean deep or air,
Where skill and wisdom are not found,
For God is everywhere.
2 Around, within, below, above,
Wherever space extends,
Where heaven displays its boundless love
And power with mercy blends.
3 Then rise, my soul, and sing his name.
And all his praise rehearse,
"Who spreads abroad earth's wondrous
frame.
And built the universe.
4 Wliereer thine earthly lot is cast.
His power and love declare.
Nor think the mighty theme too vast, —
For God is everywhere.
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From toilsome hours, and anx - ious thoughts, Re-volv-ing in the pen-sive breast.
2 Refulgent day in darkness sets:
The noisy crowds are hushed in sleep;
Harsh sounds to gentle murmurs turn,
As o'er the fields the zephyrs sweep.
3 The hour is sweet when tumults cease;
The scene obscured inspires my eye.
And darkness marks the loved retreat
Where pleasures live and sorrows die.
4 Retirement solemn, yet serene,
And undisturbed by human voice,
Invites repose on Jesus' arm,
And bids my soul in God rejoice.
310
1 'TwAS by an order from the Lord,
Tiie ancient prophets spoke his word;
His Spirit did their tongues inspire,
And warm their hearts with heavenly fire_
2 Great God, mine eyes with pleasure look
On all the pages of thy book;
There my Redeemer's face I see,
And read his name who died for me.
3 Lot the false raptures of the mind
Be lost and vanish in the wind:
Here I can fix my hopes secure,
This is tny word, and must endure.
311
1 The morning dawns upon the place
Where Jesus spent the night in prayer:
Through yielding glooms behold his face,
Nor form nor comeliness is there.
2 Last eve, by those he called his own
Betrayed, forsaken or denied,
He met his enemies alone.
In all their malice, rage, and pride.
3 No guile within his mouth is found.
He neither threatens nor complains;
Meek as a lamb for slaughter bound.
Dumb midst his murd'rers he remains.
4 But hark! he prays, — 'tis for his foes;
He speaks, — 'tis comfort to his friends:
Answers, — and Paradise bestows:
He bows his head, — the conflict ends.
5 Truly, this was the Son of God!
Though in a servant's mean disguise,
And bruised beneath the Father's rod:
Not for himself, — for man he dies.
312
1 THOU of all things canst control,
Chase this dread slumber from my soul.
With joy and fear, with love and awe,
Give me to keep thy perfect law.
2 may one beam of thy blest*light,
Pierce through, dispel the shade of night:
Touch my cold breast with heavenly fire.
With holy, conquering zeal inspire.
3 For zeal I sigh, for zeal I pant,
Yet heavy is my soul and faint:
With steps unwav'ring undismayed.
Give me in all thy paths to tread.
4 With outstretch d hands, and streaming
eyes.
Oft I begin to grasp the prize:
I groan, 1 strive, 1 watch, 1 pray:
But ah ! how soon it dies away !
5 The deadly slumber soon I feel
Afresh upon my spirit steal :
Rise. Lord : stir up thy quick'ning power,
And wake me that I sleep no more.
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He groaned upon the tree?
Amazin J? pity ! grace unknown !
And love beyond degree!
3 Well mig-ht the sun in darkness hide,
And sliut his grlories in.
When Christ, my loving Savior, died,
For man, the creature's sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes in tears.
5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give myself away,
'Tis all that I can do. I- Watts.
314
1 There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints shall ever reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
2 the transporting, rapt'rous scene.
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight!
3 There generous fruits that never fail.
On trees of life do grow;
There rocks, and hills, and brooks and
vales.
With milk and honey flow.
4 All o er those wide extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God, the Son, forever reigns,
And scatters night away.
5 No chilling winds, nor pois'nous breath
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.
315
1 FOR a thousand tongues, to sing
My great Redeemer's praise;
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace!
2 My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaun.
To spread through all the earth abroad,
The honors of thy name.
3 Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
'Tis music in the sinner's ears,
'Tis life, and health, and peace.
4 He breaks the power of canceled sin.
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean;
His blood availed for me.
5 He speaks, and, listening to his voice,
New life the dead receive;
The mournful, l)roken hearts rejoice;
The humble poor believe.
6 Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Savior come;
And leap, ye lame, for joy.
Cha les Wesley.
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Hath lull atonement made:
Ye weary spirits, rest;
Ye mournful souls be glad:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
3 Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receive,
And safe in Jesus dwell.
And blest in Jesus live:
The year of jubilee is come:
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
4 The gospel trumpet hear.
The news of heavenly grace;
And, saved from earth, appear
Before your Savior's face:
The year of jubilee is come ;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
Chaules Wesley.
317
1 Indulgent God, how kind
Are all thy ways to me.
Whose dark, benighted mind
Was enmity with thee;
Yet now, subdued by sovereign grace,
My spirit longs for thine embrace.
2 How precious are thy thoughts.
That o'er my bosom roll.
They swell beyond my faults,
And captivate my soul;
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IIow greattheir sum.how high they rise.
Can ne'er be known beneath the skies.
3 A monument of grace,
A sinner saved by blood:
The streams of love 1 trace
Up to the fountain, God:
And in his sacred bosom see
Eternal thoughts of love to me.
John Kent.
318
1 Welcome, delightful morn,
Sweet day of sacred rest,
I hail thy kind return;
Lord, make these moments blest,
From low desires and fleeting toys,
1 soar to reach immortal joys.
2 Now may the King descend,
And fill his throne of grace:
Thy sceptre, Lord, extend.
While samts address thy face:
Let sinners feel thy quickening word,
And learn to know and fear the Lord.
3 Descend, celestial Dove,
With all thy quickening powers:
Disclose a Savior's love,
And bless the sacred hours:
Then shall my soul new life obtain.
Nor Sabbaths be indulged in vain.
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With threateniny aspect roar:
The Lord uplifts his awful hand.
And chains you to the shore.
3 Ye winds of night, your force combine:
Without his high behest,
Ye shall not, in tlip mountain pine,
Disturb the sparrow's nest.
4 His voice sublime is heard afar,
In distant peals it dies;
He yokes the whirlwind to his car.
And sweeps the howling skies.
5-Ye sons of earth, in reverence bend.
Ye nations, wait his nod:
And bid the choral song ascend
To celebrate our God.
H. KniKE White.
320
1 How helpless guilty nature lies.
Unconscious of its load!
The heart, unchanged, can never rise
To happiness and God.
2 Can aught beneath a power divine
The stubborn will subdue V
'Tis thine, almighty Savior, thine,
To form the heart anew.
3 Tis thine the passions to recall.
And upward bid them rise,
And make the scales of error fall
From reason's darkened eyes.
4 Oh, change these wretched hearts of ours.
And give them hope divine!
Then shall our pas.sions and our powers.
Almighty Lord, be thine.
Anne Steele.
321
1 How glorious Zion's courts appear.
The city of our God !
His throne he hath established there,
There fixed his loved abode.
2 Its walls, defended by his strength.
No power shall e'er o'erthrow;
Salvation is its bulwark sure
Against the assailing foe.
3 Lift up the everlasting gates.
The doors M'ide open fling:
Enter, ye nations who obey
The statutes of the Kmg.
4 Here shall ye taste unmingled joys,
And dwell in perfect peace,
Ye, who have known Jehovah'* name.
And trusted in his grate.
322
1 How sweet and pleasant 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 uscries,with thankful tongue, —
"Lord, why was 1 a guest?"
3 " Why was I made to hear thy voice.
And enter while there's room,
When thousands make a wretched choice,
And rather starve than come?"
4 'Twas the same love that spread the feast,.
That sweetly drew us in ;
Else we had still refused to taste.
And perished in our sin.
Watts.
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2 To this the joyful nations round.
All tribes and tongues shall flow:
"Up to the hill of God," tliey say,
"And to Lis house, we'll go."
3 1 lie beams that shine from Zion's hill
Shall lighten every land:
The King who reigns in Salem's towers
Shall all the world command.
4 Among the nations he shall judge.
His judgments truth shall guide:
His sceptre shall protect the just,
And quell the sini,er"s pride.
5 No war shall rage, nor hostile strife
Disturb those peaceful years :
To ploughshares men shall beat their
swords,
To pruning-hooks their spears.
6 Xo longer host encountering host
Shall crowds of slain deplore:
They'll lay the martial trumpet by,
And study war no more.
324
1 Loun of the world's majestic trame!
Stupendous are thy ways;
Thy various works declare thy name,
And all resound thy praise.
2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power,
Whose motions speak thy skill:
And, on the wings of every hour,
We read thy glory still.
3 And while these radiant globes of light,
That shine from pole to pole,
In silent harmony unite
To praise thee as they rol^.
4 Oh. shall not we of human race
The glorious concert join?
Shall not the children of thy grace
Attempt the theme divine?
5 Yes, this shall be our best employ