Lyrics from The Sacred Harp, 1991 Edition

26 Samaria

My spirit looks to God alone,
My rock and refuge is His throne;
In all my fears, in all my straits,
My soul on His salvation waits.
Trust Him ye saints in all your ways,
Pour out your hearts before His face;
When helpers fail, and foes invade,
God is our all-sufficient aid.

Make not increasing gold your trust,
Nor set your hearts on glitt’ring dust;
Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke,
And not believe what God hath spoke?
For sov’reign pow’r reign not alone,
Grace is the partner of the throne;
Thy grace and justice mighty Lord,
Shall well divide our last reward.

27 Bethel

Oh for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heav’nly frame,
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!

Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and His word?

What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their mem’ry still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

Return Oh holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest!
I hate the sins that made Thee mourn,
And drove Thee from my breast.

The dearest idol I have known,
Whate’er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from Thy throne,
And worship only Thee.

So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame,
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

28t Aylesbury

The God we worship now,
Will guide us till we die,
Will be our God while here below,
And ours above the sky.

How decent and how wise!
How glorious to behold,
Beyond the pomp that charms the eye,
And rites adorned with gold.

Far as Thy name is known,
The world declares Thy praise;
Thy saints, Oh Lord, before Thy throne
Their songs of honor raise.

28b Wells

Life is the time to serve the Lord,
The time t’insure the great reward;
And while the lamp holds out to burn
The vilest sinner may return.

Life is the hour that God has giv’n,
To escape hell and fly to heav’n;
The day of grace, and mortals may
Secure the blessing of the day.

The living know that they must die,
But all the dead forgotten lie;
Their mem’ry and their sense is gone,
Alike unknowing and unknown.

29t Fairfield

Come, humble sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve,
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed,
And make this last resolve.

I’ll go to Jesus, though my sin
Hath like a mountain rose;
I know His courts, I’ll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.

I can but perish if I go,
I am resolved to try,
For if I stay away I know
I must forever die.

29b Tribulation

Death, ’tis a melancholy day
To those who have no God,
When the poor soul is forced away,
To seek her last abode.

In vain to heav’n she lifts her eyes,
For guilt, a heavy chain,
Still drags her downward from the skies
To darkness, fire, and pain.

30t Love Divine

Love divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heav’n to earth come down;
Fix in us Thy humble dwelling,
All Thy faithful mercies crown!
Jesus, Thou art all compassion,
Pure, unbounded love Thou art;
Visit us with Thy Salvation;
Enter ev’ry trembling heart.

30b Prospect

Why should we start and fear to die?
What tim’rous worms we mortals are!
Death is the gate to endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.

The pains, the groans, the dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away;
And we shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay.

Oh if my Lord would come and meet,
My soul would stretch her wings in haste,
Fly fearless through death’s iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed.

Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are;
While on His breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there.

31t Ninety-Third Psalm

Grace! ’Tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to the ear;
Heav’n with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.

Grace first contrived the way
To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.

Grace taught my wand’ring feet
To tread the heav’nly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.

Grace all the work shall crown
Through everlasting days;
It lays in heav’n the topmost stone,
And well deserves our praise.

31b Webster

Come, we who love the Lord,
And let our joys be known:
Join in a song with sweet accord
And thus surround the throne.

Let those refuse to sing
Who never knew our God;
But servants of the heav’nly King
May speak their joys abroad.

The God that rules on high,
That all the earth surveys,
That rides upon the stormy sky,
And calms the roaring sea.

32t Corinth

Jesus, and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of Thee?
Ashamed of Thee whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days.

Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon
Let midnight be ashamed of noon;
’Tis midnight with my soul till He,
Bright morning star, bids darkness flee.

Ashamed of Jesus, sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O’er this benighted soul of mine.

Ashamed of Jesus, that dear Friend
On whom my hopes of heav’n depend!
No, when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere His name.

32b Distress

So fades the lovely blooming flow’r,
Frail, smiling solace of an hour;
So soon our transient comforts fly,
And pleasure only blooms to die.

Is there no kind, no healing art,
To soothe the anguish of the heart?
Spirit of grace, be ever nigh;
Thy comforts are not made to die.

Let gentle patience smile on pain,
Till dying hope revives again,
Hope wipes the tear from sorrow’s eye,
And faith points upward to the sky.

33t Weeping Savior (First)

Did Christ o’er sinners weep?
And shall our cheeks be dry?
Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from ev’ry eye.

The Son of God in tears
The wond’ring angels see;
Be thou astonished, Oh my soul,
He shed those tears for thee.

He wept that we might weep;
Each sin demands a tear;
In heav’n alone no sin is found,
And there’s no weeping there.

33b Abbeville

Come, Holy Spirit come,
With energy divine,
And on this poor, benighted soul,
With beams of mercy shine.

Melt, melt this frozen heart;
This stubborn will subdue;
Each evil passion overcome,
And form me all anew.

Mine will the profit be,
But Thine shall be the praise;
And unto Thee will I devote
The remnant of my days.

34t The Gospel Pool

Beside the gospel pool,
Appointed for the poor,
From time to time my helpless soul,
Has waited for a cure.

But whither can I go?
There is no other pool,
Where streams of sov’reign virtue flow,
To make a sinner whole.

34b St. Thomas

Come, sound His praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing;
Jehovah is the sov’reign God,
The universal King.

He formed the deeps unknown;
He gave the seas their bound;
The wat’ry worlds are all His own,
And all the solid ground.

Come, worship at His throne,
Come bow before the Lord;
We are His works, and not our own,
He formed us by His word.

35 Saints Bound For Heaven

Our bondage it shall end
By and by,
From Egypt’s yoke set free;
Hail the glorious jubilee,
And to Canaan we’ll return,
By and by.

Our deliverer He shall come
By and by,
And our sorrows have an end,
With our three score years and ten,
And vast glory crown the day
By and by.

Though our enemies are strong,
We’ll go on,
Though our hearts dissolve with fear,
Lo, Sinai’s God is near,
While the fiery pillar moves,
We’ll go on.

36t America

My soul repeat His praise,
Whose mercies are so great,
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.

High as the heav’ns are raised,
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of His grace,
Our highest thoughts exceed.

His pow’r subdues our sins,
And His forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.

36b Ninety-Fifth

When I can read my title clear,
To mansions in the skies,
I’ll bid farewell to ev’ry fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

Should earth against my soul engage,
And fiery darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan’s rage,
And face a frowning world.

There I shall bathe my weary soul
In seas of heav’nly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

37t Ester

Young ladies, all attention give,
You that in wicked pleasures live;
One of your sex, the other day,
Was called by death’s cold hand away.

This lesson she has left for you,
To teach the careless what to do;
To seek Jehovah while you live,
And everlasting honors give.

Her honored mother she addressed,
While tears were streaming down her breast;
She grasped her tender hands and said,
“Remember me when I am dead.”

She called her father to her bed,
And thus, in dying anguish said:
“My days on earth are at an end,
My soul is summoned to attend.

“Before Jehovah’s awful bar,
To hear my awful sentence there;
And now, dear father, do repent,
And read the holy Testament.”

37b Liverpool

Young people, all attention give,
And hear what I shall say;
I wish your souls with Christ to live
In everlasting day.

Remember you are hast’ning on
To death’s dark, gloomy shade;
Your joys on earth will soon be gone,
Your flesh in dust be laid.

38t Winter

His hoary frost, His fleecy snow,
Descend and clothe the ground;
The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.

He sends His word, and melts the snow,
The fields no longer mourn;
He calls the warmer gales to blow,
And bids the spring return.

38b Windham

Broad is the road that leads to death
And thousands walk together there;
But wisdom shows a narrow path,
With here and there a traveler.

“Deny thyself, and take thy cross,”
Is the Redeemer’s great command;
Nature must count her gold but dross,
If she would gain this heav’nly land.

The fearful soul that tires and faints
And walks the ways of God no more,
Is but esteemed almost a saint,
And makes his own destruction sure.

Lord, let not all my hopes be vain,
Create my heart entirely new,
Which hypocrites could ne’er attain,
Which false apostates never knew.

39t Detroit

Do not I love Thee, Oh my Lord?
Behold my heart, and see,
And turn each cursed idol out,
That dares to rival Thee.

Do not I love Thee from my soul?
Then let me nothing love;
Dead be my heart to ev’ry joy
When Jesus cannot move.

Thou know’st I love Thee, dearest Lord,
But Oh I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love Thee more.

39b Sharpsburg

Blest Jesus while in mortal flesh
I hold my frail abode
Still would my spirit rest on Thee,
My Savior and my God.

On Thy dear cross I fix my eyes,
My trust on Thee complete,
Till love dissolves my inmost soul
At my Redeemer’s feet.

Be dead my heart, to worldly charms,
Be dead to ev’ry sin;
And tell the boldest foe without
That Jesus reigns within.

40 Lenox

Blow ye the trumpet blow,
The gladly solemn sound;
Let all the nations know,
To earth’s remotest bound,

Chorus:

The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Extol the Lamb of God,
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption through his blood
Throughout the world proclaim.

(Chorus)

The Gospel trumpet hear,
The news of heav’nly grace;
And saved from earth appear
Before your Savior’s face.

(Chorus)

41 Home in Heaven

A home in heav’n! What a joyful thought,
As the poor man toils in his weary lot:
His heart oppressed, and with anguish driv’n
From his home below to his home in heav’n.

A home in heav’n as the suff’rer lies
On his bed of pain, and uplifts his eyes
To that bright home, what a joy is giv’n,
From the blessed thought of his home in heav’n.

A home in heav’n when the faint heart bleeds
By the Spirit stroke for its evil deeds;
Oh! then what bliss in that heart forgiv’n,
Does the hope inspire of its home in heav’n.

A home in heav’n when our friends are fled
To the cheerless gloom of the mould’ring dead;
We wait in hope on the promise giv’n,
That we’ll meet up there in our home in heav’n.

42 Clamanda

Say, now ye lovely social band
Who walk the way to Canaan’s land;
Ye who have fled from Sodom’s plain,
Say do you wish to turn again?

O have you ventured to the field,
Well armed with helmet, sword and shield?
And shall the world, with dread alarms,
Compel you now to ground your arms?

43 Primrose Hill

When I can read my title clear,
To mansions in the skies,
I’ll bid farewell to ev’ry fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

Should earth against my soul engage,
And fiery darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan’s rage,
And face a frowning world.

Let cares, like a wild deluge, come,
Let storms of sorrow fall,
So I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heav’n, my all.

There I shall bathe my weary soul
In seas of heav’nly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

44 The Converted Thief

As on the cross the Savior hung,
And wept, and bled, and died;
He poured salvation on a wretch
That languished at His side.

His crimes, with inward grief and shame,
The penitent confessed,
Then turned his dying eyes to Christ,
And thus his prayer addressed.

“Jesus Thou Son and heir of heav’n?
Thou spotless Lamb of God!
I see Thee bathed in sweat and tears,
And welt’ring in Thy blood.

“Yet quickly from these scenes of woe
In triumph Thou shalt rise,
Burst through the gloomy shades of death,
And shine above the skies.

“Amid the glories of that world,
Dear Savior, think on me,
And in the victories of Thy death
Let me a sharer be.”

His prayer the dying Jesus hears,
And instantly replies,
“Today thy parting soul shall be
With me in paradise.”

45t New Britain

Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind but now I see.

’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promised good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be
As long as life endures.

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who called me here below,
Will be forever mine.

45b Imandra

Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand,
When we must be parted from this social band;
Our several engagements now call us away,
Our parting is needful and we must obey.

46 Let Us Sing

Shall we ever meet again at the house,
Then to make the chorus ring at the house of God?
Let us sing, sweetly sing,
At the house then we’ll sing,
Sweetly sing at the house of God.

47t Primrose

Salvation! O the joyful sound,
’Tis pleasure to our ears;
A sov’reign balm for ev’ry wound,
A cordial for our fears.

Buried in sorrow and in sin,
At hell’s dark door we lay;
But we arise by grace divine
To see a heav’nly day.

Salvation! Let the echo fly
The spacious earth around;
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.

47b Idumea

And am I born to die?
To lay this body down!
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown?

A land of deepest shade,
Unpierced by human thought;
The dreary regions of the dead,
Where all things are forgot!

Soon as from earth I go,
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my portion be!

Waked by the trumpet sound,
I from my grave shall rise;
And see the Judge with glory crowned,
And see the flaming skies!

48t Devotion

Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
No mortal cares shall seize my breast.
Oh, may my heart in tune be found,
Like David’s harp of solemn sound.

Then shall I share a glorious part,
When grace hath well refined my heart,
And fresh supplies of joy are shed,
Like holy oil, to cheer my head.

Then shall I see, and hear, and know
All I desired and wished below;
And ev’ry pow’r find sweet employ,
In that eternal world of joy.

48b Kedron

Thou Man of grief, remember me,
Thou never canst Thyself forget.
Thy last expiring agony,
Thy fainting pangs and bloody sweat.

Father, if I may call Thee so,
Regard my fearful heart’s desire;
Remove this load of guilty woe,
Nor let me in my sins expire!

I tremble, lest the wrath divine,
Which bruises now my wretched soul,
Should bruise this wretched soul of mine,
Long as eternal ages roll.

49t Old Hundred

Oh come, loud anthems let us sing,
Loud thanks to our Almighty King.
For we our voices high should raise,
When our salvation’s Rock we praise.

49b Mear

Will God forever cast us off?
His wrath forever smoke
Against the people of His love,
His little chosen flock.

Think of the tribes so dearly bought
With the Redeemer’s blood,
Nor let Thy Zion be forgot,
Where once Thy glory stood.

Where once Thy churches prayed and sang
Thy foes profanely rage;
Amid Thy gates their ensigns hang,
And there their host engage.

And still to heighten our distress,
Thy presence is withdrawn;
Thy wonted signs of pow’r and grace
Thy pow’r and grace are gone.

No prophet speaks to calm our grief,
But all in silence mourn;
Nor know the hour of our relief,
The hour of Thy return.

50t Mortality

Death, like an overflowing stream,
Sweeps us away; our life’s a dream,
An empty tale, a morning flow’r,
Cut down and withered in an hour.

Our age to sev’nty years is set;
How short the time! How frail the state!
And if to eighty we arrive,
We’d rather sigh and groan than live.

Teach us, Oh Lord, how frail is man;
And kindly lengthen out the span,
Till a wise care of piety
Fit us to die and dwell with Thee.

50b Humility

Lord, we come before Thee now,
At Thy feet we humbly bow;
Oh do not our suit disdain!
Shall we seek Thee, Lord, in vain?

In Thine own appointed way,
Now we seek Thee, here we stay;
Lord from hence we would not go,
Till a blessing Thou bestow.

Grant that all may seek and find
Thee a God supremely kind;
Heal the sick, the captive free.
Let us all rejoice in Thee.

51 My Home (First)

On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan’s fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

Don’t you feel like going home,
Don’t you feel like going home:
My home, it is in the promised land,
And I feel like going home.

Oh, the transporting rapt’rous scene,
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight.

Yes, I feel like going home,
Yes, I feel like going home:
My home, it is in the promised land,
And I feel like going home.

52t Albion

Come, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
While ye surround His throne.

Let those refuse to sing
Who never knew our God;
But servants of the heav’nly King
May speak their joys abroad.

The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruit on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.

52b Charlestown

“Mercy, O Thou Son of David,”
Thus poor blind Bartimeus prayed,
“Others by Thy Word are saved,
Now to me afford Thine aid.”

Many for his crying chid him,
But he called the louder still,
Till the gracious Savior bid him,
“Come and ask me what you will.”

53 Jerusalem

Jesus, my all to heav’n is gone,
He whom I fix my hopes upon;
His track I see, and I’ll pursue
The narrow way till Him I view.

Chorus:

I’m on my journey home to the new Jerusalem,
So fare you well, I am going home.

The way the holy prophets went,
The road that leads from banishment,
The King’s highway of holiness
I’ll go, for all His paths are peace.

(Chorus)

This is the way I long have sought,
And mourned because I found it not;
My grief a burden long has been,
Because I was not saved from sin.

(Chorus)

Then will I tell to sinners ’round,
What a dear Savior I have found;
I’ll point to Thy redeeming blood,
And say, “Behold the way to God.”

(Chorus)

Lo! glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb,
Shalt take me to Thee, whose I am;
Nothing but sin have I to give,
Nothing but love shall I receive.

(Chorus)

54 The Blessed Lamb

See the happy spirits waiting
On the banks beyond the stream;
Sweet responses still repeating
Jesus, Jesus is their theme.
See they whisper; Hark! they call me,
Sister spirit, come away;
Lo, I come, earth can’t contain me;
Hail, ye realms of endless day!

Chorus:

Hail the blessed Lamb,
Glory to His name.

55 Sister’s Farewell

Farewell, dear brothers, fare you well,
Pray do not weep for me,
I’m going home to Christ to dwell
Throughout eternity.

When I get home to that bright world,
And meet my Savior there,
And all the loved ones gone before,
I’ll need no more shed a tear.

Dear sister, thou art left alone,
But thou art kind and true,
And when God calls you to come home,
I hope to meet you, too.

Thus we’ll surround the great white throne,
And dwell forever there,
And sing God’s praise through endless days,
From sorrow, pain and care.

Dear father, you’ve been kind to me,
When I was young and wild,
But now, dear father, do not weep,
Forgive your loving child.

Oh may we all together meet,
And shout, and praise and sing
Hallelujah then to our God,
Our Savior and our King.

My loving mother, fare you well,
But do not fear alarm,
The Savior dear is ever near,
To shield you from all harm.

Yet may we meet and be complete,
With all the blood-washed throng,
And cast our crown at Jesus’ feet,
And sing redemption’s song.

56t Columbiana

May the grace of Christ our Savior,
And the Father’s boundless love,
With the Holy Spirit’s favor,
Rest upon us from above.

Thus may we abide in union
With each other and the Lord;
And possess, in sweet communion,
Joys which earth cannot afford.

56b Villulia

“Mercy, O Thou Son of David,”
Thus poor blind Bartimeus prayed,
Others by Thy grace are saved,
Now to me afford Thine aid.

Money was not what he wanted,
Though by begging used to live;
But he asked and Jesus granted,
Alms which none but he could give.

“Lord, remove this grievous blindness,
Let mine eyes behold the day;”
Straight he saw, and, won by kindness,
Followed Jesus in the way.

57 Christian Soldier

Am I a soldier of the cross,
A foll’wer of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own His cause,
Or blush to speak His name?
Must I be carried to the skies
On flow’ry beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?

Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?
Sure I must fight if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord,
I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by Thy word.

58 Pisgah

Jesus, Thou art the sinner’s friend,
As such I look to Thee,
Now in the bowels of Thy love,
Oh Lord, remember me.

Remember the pure word of grace,
Remember Calvary,
Remember all Thy dying groans,
And then remember me.

Thou wondrous advocate with God,
I yield myself to Thee,
While Thou art sitting on Thy throne,
Oh Lord, remember me.

And when I close my eyes in death,
And creature helps all flee,
Then, Oh my great Redeemer, God,
I pray remember me.

59 Holy Manna

Brethren, we have met to worship,
And adore the Lord our God;
Will you pray with all your power,
While we try to preach the Word?
All is vain unless the Spirit
Of the Holy One comes down;
Brethren, pray and holy manna
Will be showered all around.

Brethren, see poor sinners ’round you,
Trembling on the brink of woe;
Death is coming, hell is moving,
Can you bear to let them go?
See our fathers, see our mothers,
And our children sinking down;
Brethren, pray, and holy manna
Will be showered all around.

Sisters, will you join and help us?
Moses’ sisters aided him;
Will you help the trembling mourners,
Who are struggling hard with sin?
Tell them all about the Savior,
Tell them that He will be found;
Sisters, pray, and holy manna
Will be showered all around.

Is there here a trembling jailer,
Seeking grace, and filled with tears?
Is there here a weeping Mary,
Pouring forth a flood of tears?
Brethren, join your cries to help them;
Sisters, let your prayers abound;
Pray, Oh pray that holy manna
May be scattered all around.

Let us love our God supremely,
Let us love each other, too;
Let us love and pray for sinners,
Till our God makes all things new.
Then He’ll call us home to heaven,
At His table we’ll sit down;
Christ will gird Himself, and serve us
With sweet manna all around.

60 Day of Worship

Dear people we have met today,
To sing, to hear, to preach and pray;
It is our Father’s great command,
The road that leads to His right hand;
But Oh the sad and awful state,
Of those that stand and come too late,
The foolish virgins did begin,
To knock, but could not enter in.

61 Sweet Rivers

Sweet rivers of redeeming love
Lie just before mine eye,
Had I the pinions of a dove
I’d to those rivers fly;
I’d rise superior to my pain,
With joy outstrip the wind,
I’d cross o’er Jordan’s stormy waves,
And leave the world behind.

A few more days, or years at most,
My troubles will be o’er;
I hope to join the heav’nly host
On Canaan’s happy shore.
My raptured soul shall drink and feast
In love’s unbounded sea:
The glorious hope of endless rest
Is ravishing for me.

62 Parting Hand

My Christian friends, in bonds of love,
Whose hearts in sweetest union join,
Your friendship’s like a drawing band,
Yet we must take the parting hand.
Your company’s sweet, your union dear,
Your words delightful to my ear;
Yet when I see that we must part
You draw like cords around my heart.

How sweet the hours have passed away
Since we have met to sing and pray;
How loath we are to leave the place
Where Jesus shows His smiling face.
Oh could I stay with friends so kind,
How would it cheer my drooping mind!
But duty makes me understand
That we must take the parting hand.

And since it is God’s holy will,
We must be parted for a while,
In sweet submission, all as one,
We’ll say, our Father’s will be done.
My youthful friends, in Christian ties,
Who seek for mansions in the skies,
Fight on, we’ll gain that happy shore,
Where parting will be known no more.

How oft I’ve seen your flowing tears,
And heard you tell your hopes and fears!
Your hearts with love were seen to flame,
Which makes me hope we’ll meet again.
Ye mourning souls, lift up your eyes
To glorious mansions in the skies;
Oh trust His grace — in Canaan’s land
We’ll no more take the parting hand.

And now, my friends, both old and young,
I hope in Christ you’ll still go on;
And if on earth we meet no more,
Oh may we meet on Canaan’s shore.
I hope you’ll all remember me
If on earth no more I see;
An int’rest in your prayers I crave,
That we meet beyond the grave.

Oh glorious day! Oh blessed hope!
My soul leaps forward at the thought
When, on that happy, happy land,
We’ll no more take the parting hand.
But with our blessed holy Lord
We’ll shout and sing with one accord,
And there we’ll all with Jesus dwell,
So, loving Christians, fare you well.

63 Coronation

All hail the pow’r of Jesus’ name!
Let angels prostrate fall,
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Ye chosen seed of Israel’s race,
A remnant weak and small;
Hail Him who saves you by His grace;
And crown Him Lord of all.

Oh that with yonder sacred throng,
We at His feet may fall!
We’ll join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all.

64 Nashville

The Lord into His garden comes,
The spices yield their rich perfumes,
The lilies grow and thrive;
Refreshing show’rs of grace divine
From Jesus flow to ev’ry vine,
Which make the dead revive.

Oh that this dry and barren ground
In springs of water may abound,
A fruitful soil become;
The desert blossoms as the rose,
While Jesus conquers all His foes,
And makes His people one.

Come, brethren, ye that love the Lord,
Who taste the sweetness of His word,
In Jesus’ ways go on;
Our troubles and our trials here
Will only make us richer there,
When we arrive at home.

The glorious time is rolling on,
The gracious work is now begun,
My soul a witness is;
I taste and see the pardon free
For all mankind as well as me,
Who come to Christ may live.

65 Sweet Prospect

On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye,
To Canaan’s fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

Chorus:

Oh, the transporting, rapt’rous scene,
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight.

O’er all those wide extended plains,
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son forever reigns,
And scatters night away.

(Chorus)

No chilling winds, or pois’nous breath,
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.

(Chorus)

66 Jordan (First)

There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign,
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dressed in living green,
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.

Oh could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes.
Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o’er,
Not Jordan’s stream, nor death’s cold flood
Should fright us from the shore.

67 Columbus

Oh, once I had a glorious view
Of my redeeming Lord,
He said, “I’ll be a God to you,”
And I believed His word.
But now I have a deeper stroke
Than all my groanings are;
My God has me of late forsook;
He’s gone, I know not where.

Oh, what immortal joys I felt,
On that celestial day,
When my hard heart began to melt,
By love dissolved away!
By my complaint is bitter now,
For all my joys are gone;
I’ve strayed! I’m left! I know not how;
The light’s from me withdrawn.

Once I could joy the saints to meet,
To me they were most dear;
I then could stoop to wash their feet,
And shed a joyful tear;
But now I meet them as the rest,
And with them joyless stay;
My conversation’s spiritless,
Or else I’ve nought to say.

I once could mourn o’er dying men,
And longed their souls to win;
I travailed for their poor children,
And warned them of their sin;
But now my heart’s so careless grown,
Although they’re drowned in vice,
My bowels o’er them cease to yearn —
My tears have left mine eyes.

I forward go in duty’s way,
But can’t perceive Him there;
Then backward on the road I stray,
But cannot find Him there;
On the left hand, where He doth work,
Among the wicked crew,
And on the right I find Him not
Among the favored few.

What shall I do? Shall I lie down
And sink in deep despair?
Will He forever frown,
Nor hear my feeble prayer?
No; He will put His strength in me,
He knows the way I’ve strolled,
And when I’m tried sufficiently
I shall come forth as gold.

68t Salem

He dies, the friend of sinners dies!
Lo Salem’s daughters weep around;
A solemn darkness veils the skies,
A sudden trembling shakes the ground.

Say, “Live forever, glorious King,
Born to redeem and strong to save!”
Then ask, “Oh Death, where is thy sting,
And where is thy vict’ry, boasting Grave?

68b Ortonville

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer’s ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fears.

It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
’Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

Dear name! the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding place;
My never-failing treasury filled
With boundless stores of grace.

69t Minister’s Farewell

Dear friends, farewell! I do you tell,
Since you and I must part;
I go away, and here you stay,
But still we’re joined at heart.
Your love to me has been most free,
Your conversation sweet;
How can I bear to journey where
With you I cannot meet?

I trust you’ll pray both night and day,
And keep your garments white;
For you and me that we may be
The children of the Light.
If you die first, anon you must,
The will of God be done;
I hope the Lord will you reward
With an immortal crown.

69b Farewell to All (First)

And now, my friends, both old and young,
I hope in Christ you will go on;
And if on earth we meet no more,
Oh, may we meet on Canaan’s shore.
I hope you’ll all remember me,
If you on earth no more I see.
An int’rest in your prayers I crave,
That we may meet beyond the grave.

70t Gainsville

Lord, we come before Thee now,
At Thy feet we humbly bow;
Oh do not our suit disdain;
Shall we seek Thee, Lord, in vain?

Lord, on Thee our souls depend;
In compassion new descend;
Fill our hearts with Thy rich grace,
Tune our lips to sing Thy praise.

In Thine own appointed way
Now we seek Thee, here we stay;
Lord, we know not how to go,
Till a blessing Thou bestow.

Send some message from Thy word
That may joy and peace afford;
Let Thy Spirit now impart
Full salvation to each heart.

Comfort those who weep and mourn;
Let the time of joy return;
Those who are cast down lift up,
Strong in faith, in love and hope.

Grant that all may seek and find
Thee a God supremely kind;
Heal the sick, the captive free,
Let us all rejoice in Thee.

70b Save, Mighty Lord

Jesus, my all, to heav’n is gone,
He whom I fix my hopes upon.

Chorus:

Oh, save mighty Lord,
And send converting power down,

The way the holy prophets went,
The road that leads from banishment.

(Chorus)

The King’s highway of holiness,
I’ll go, for all His paths are peace.

71 Leander

My soul forsakes her vain delight
And bids the world farewell;
Base as the dirt beneath the feet
And mischievous as hell.
No longer will I ask your love,
Nor seek your friendship more;
The happiness that I approve
Is not within your pow’r.

There’s nothing ’round this spacious earth
That suits my soul’s desire;
To boundless joy and solid mirth
My nobler thoughts aspire.
Oh, for the pinions of a dove
To mount the heav’nly road;
There shall I share my Savior’s love,
There shall I dwell with God.

72t The Weary Soul

Ye weary, heavy-laden souls
Who are oppressed and sore,
Ye trav’lers through the wilderness
To Canaan’s peaceful shore,
Though chilling winds and beating rains,
And waters deep and cold,
And enemies surrounding us,
Take courage and be bold.

Farewell, my brethren in the Lord,
Who are for Canaan bound,
And should we never meet again
Till Gabriel’s trump shall sound,
I hope that I shall meet you there
On that delightful shore,
In mansions of eternal bliss,
Where parting is no more.

72b Bellevue

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in His excellent word,
What more can He say than to you He hath said,
Ye who unto Jesus for refuge have fled.

“Fear not, I am with thee; Oh be not dismayed!
I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;
I’ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.

“When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow;
For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

“The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose,
I will not, I will not desert to His foes.
The soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never, no never, no never forsake.

73t Cusseta

Show pity, Lord, Oh Lord, forgive;
Let a repenting rebel live:
Are not Thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in Thee?

My crimes, though great, cannot surpass
The pow’r and glory of Thy grace;
Great God, Thy nature hath no bound;
So let Thy pard’ning love be found.

Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope still hov’ring ’round Thy word
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.

73b Arlington

I’m not ashamed to own my Lord
Or to defend His cause;
Maintain the honor of His word,
The glory of His cross.

Jesus, my God! I know His name;
His name is all my trust;
Nor will He put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.

74t The Enquirer

I’m not ashamed to own my Lord
Or to defend His cause;
Maintain the honor of His word,
The glory of His cross.
Jesus, my God! I know His name;
His name is all my trust;
Nor will He put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.

Firm as His throne His promise stands
And He can well secure
What I’ve committed to His hands
Till the decisive hour.
Then will He own my worthless name
Before His Father’s face,
And in the new Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.

74b King of Peace

Lord, I cannot let Thee go,
Till a blessing Thou bestow:
Do not turn away Thy face,
Mine’s an urgent, pressing case.

Dost Thou ask me who I am?
Ah, my Lord, Thou know’st my name:
Yet the question gives a plea
To support my suit with Thee.

Thou didst once a wretch behold,
In rebellion blindly bold,
Scorn Thy grace, Thy pow’r defy;
That poor rebel, Lord, was I.

75 I Would See Jesus

I would see Jesus when the flow’rs
Of joy adorn my way;
When sunshine and when hope surrounds
My path from day to day.
When friends I cherish most are near,
And hearts encircle mine,
Then, Father, would I turn from all
To lean alone on Thine.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
“Behold, I freely give
The living water, thirsty one;
Stoop down and drink and live!”
I came to Jesus and I drank
Of that life-giving stream;
My thirst was quenched,
My soul revived,
And now I live in Him.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
“I am this dark world’s light,
Look unto me, thy morn shall rise,
And all thy day shall be bright!”
I looked to Jesus and I found
In Him my star, my sun;
And in that light of life I’ll walk,
Till trav’ling days are done.

76t Holiness

Daniel’s wisdom may I know,
Stephen’s faith and spirit show;
John’s divine communion feel,
Moses’ meekness, Joshua’s zeal;
Run like the unwearied Paul,
Win the day and conquer all.

76b Desire For Piety

’Tis my desire with God to walk,
Till the warfare is over, hallelujah.
And with His children pray and talk,
Till the warfare is over, hallelujah.
Cry Amen, pray on
Till the warfare is over, hallelujah.

77t The Child of Grace

How happy’s ev’ry child of grace,
Who feels his sins forgiv’n;
This world, he cries, is not my place;
I seek a place in heav’n.
A country far from mortal sight,
Yet, oh! by faith I see
The land of rest, the saints’ delight,
A heav’n prepared for me.

Oh, what a blessed hope is ours
While here on earth we stay,
We more than taste the heav’nly pow’rs
And antedate that day.
We feel the resurrection near,
Our life in Christ concealed,
And with His glorious presence here
Our earthen vessels filled.

77b Holcombe

Lord, in the morning Thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;
To Thee will I direct my prayer,
To Thee lift up mine eye.

Oh may the Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness!
Make ev’ry path of duty straight
And plain before my face.

78 Stafford

See what a living stone
The builders did refuse,
Yet God hath built His Church thereon,
In spite of env’ous Jews.

79 The Old Ship of Zion

What ship is this that will take us all home,
Oh, glory hallelujah,
And safely land us on Canaan’s bright shore?
Oh, glory hallelujah.

Chorus:

’Tis the old ship of Zion, hallelujah.

The winds may blow and the billows may foam,
Oh, glory hallelujah,
But she is able to land us all home.
Oh, glory hallelujah.

(Chorus)

She landed all who have gone before,
Oh, glory hallelujah,
And yet she is able to land still more,
Oh, glory hallelujah.

(Chorus)

If I arrive there, then, before you do,
Oh, glory hallelujah,
I’ll tell them that you are coming up, too,
Oh, glory hallelujah.

(Chorus)

80t Shouting Song

Jesus, grant us all a blessing,
Shouting, singing, send it down;
Lord, above, may we go praying,
And rejoicing in Thy love.

Chorus:

Shout, Oh glory! Sing glory, hallelujah!
I’m going where pleasure never dies.

Jesus, pardon all our follies,
Since together we have been,
Make us humble, make us holy
Cleanse us all from ev’ry sin.

(Chorus)

80b Service of the Lord

Farewell, vain world, I’m going home,
I am bound to die in the army,
My Savior smiles and bids me come,
I am bound to die in the army.

Chorus:

I am bound to live in the service of the Lord,
I am bound to die in the army.

Sweet angels beckon me away,
I am bound to die in the army,
To sing God’s praise in endless day,
I am bound to die in the army.

(Chorus)

81t Beach Spring

Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore,
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love and pow’r.
He is able,
He is willing, doubt no more.

Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream,
All the fitness He requireth
Is to feel your need of Him.
This He gives you,
’Tis the Spirit’s rising beam.

Agonizing in the garden,
Lo! your Master prostrate lies;
On the bloody tree behold Him,
Hear Him cry before He dies;
“It is finished!”
Sinners will this not suffice?

Lo! th’incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merit of His blood;
Venture to Him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude.
None but Jesus,
Can do helpless sinners good.

81b Cookham

Hark! the Herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King;
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled!”

See, He lays His glory by;
Born that man no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth;
Born to give them second birth.

Hail, the holy Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of righteousness;
Light and life to all He brings,
Ris’n with healing in His wings.

Let us all then with angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King!
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled!”

82t Bound For Canaan

Oh when shall I see Jesus
And reign with Him above,
And from the flowing fountain
Drink everlasting love?

Chorus:

I’m on my way to Canaan,
To the new Jerusalem.

When shall I be delivered
From this vain world of sin,
And with my blessed Jesus
Drink endless pleasures in?

(Chorus)

But now I am a soldier,
My Captain’s gone before;
He’s given me my orders,
And bids me not give o’er.

82b Edgefield

How tedious and tasteless the hours
When Jesus no longer I see!
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow’rs,
Have lost all their sweetness to me.

His name yields the sweetest perfume,
And sweeter than music His voice;
His presence disperses my gloom,
And makes all within me rejoice.

83t Vale of Sorrow

While in this vale of sorrow,
I travel on in pain;
My heart is fixed on Jesus,
I hope the prize to gain.
But when I come to bid adieu
To those I dearly love,
My heart is often melted —
It is the grief of love.

83b The Dying Minister

The time is swiftly rolling on,
When I must faint and die;
My body to the dust return,
And there forgotten lie.

Let persecution rage around,
And antichrist appear;
My silent dust beneath the ground,
There’s no disturbance there.

My brother preachers, fare you well,
Your fellowship I love;
In time no more I shall you see,
And soon we’ll meet above.

84 Amsterdam

Rise my soul and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace,
Rise from all terrestrial things
T’wards heaven, thy native place.
Sun and moon and stars decay;
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.

Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun;
Both speed them to their source;
So a soul that’s born of God
Pants to view His glorious face,
Upwards tends to His abode
To rest in His embrace.

85 The Morning Trumpet

Oh when shall I see Jesus,
And reign with Him above,
And shall hear the trumpet sound in the morning?
And from the flowing fountain
Drink everlasting love,
And shall hear the trumpet sound in the morning?

Chorus:

Shout, Oh glory! for I shall mount above the skies,
When I hear the trumpet sound in the morning.

When shall I be delivered
From this vain world of sin,
And shall hear the trumpet sound in the morning?
And with my blessed Jesus,
Drink endless pleasures in,
And shall hear the trumpet sound in the morning?

(Chorus)

But now I am a soldier,
My Captain’s gone before;
He’s given me my orders,
And bids me ne’er give o’er;

His promises are faithful —
A righteous crown He’ll give,
And all His valiant soldiers
Eternally shall live.

Through grace I feel determined
To conquer, though I die,
And then away to Jesus
On wings of love I’ll fly;

Farewell to sin and sorrow,
I bid them both adieu!
And, Oh my friends, prove faithful,
And on your way pursue.

Whene’er you meet with troubles,
And trials on your way,
Then cast your care on Jesus,
And don’t forget to pray.

Gird on the gospel armor
Of faith, and hope, and love,
And when the combat’s ended,
He’ll carry you above.

Oh do not be discouraged,
For Jesus is your Friend;
And if you lack for knowledge,
He’ll not refuse to lend.

Neither will He upbraid you,
Though often you request,
He’ll give you grace to conquer,
And take you home to rest.

86 Poland

God of my life, look gently down,
Behold the pains I feel;
But I am dumb before Thy throne,
Nor dare dispute Thy will.

I’m but a sojourner below,
As all my fathers were;
May I be well prepared to go
When I the summons hear.

But if my life be spared awhile,
Before my last remove,
Thy praise shall be my bus’ness still
And I’ll declare Thy love.

87 Sweet Canaan

Oh who will come and go with me?
I am bound for the land of Canaan.
I’m bound fair Canaan’s land to see,
I’m bound for the land of Canaan.

Chorus:

Oh Canaan, sweet Canaan,
I’m bound for the land of Canaan.
Sweet Canaan, ’tis my happy home;
I am bound for the land of Canaan.

I’ll join with those who’ve gone before,
I am bound for the land of Canaan.
Where sin and sorrow are no more,
I am bound for the land of Canaan.

(Chorus)

88t Done With the World

Jesus, my all, to heav’n is gone,
And I don’t expect to stay much longer here.
He whom I fix my hopes upon,
And I don’t expect to stay much longer here.
I am done with the world,
And I want to serve the Lord,
And I don’t expect to stay much longer here.

88b Mount Zion (First)

Oh for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace.

Chorus:

Oh Christians, praise Him,
Methinks I hear the gospel sounding
For more volunteers.

Jesus, the name that calms my fears,
That bids my sorrow cease;
’Tis music in the sinner’s ears;
’Tis life and health and peace.

(Chorus)

My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honors of Thy name.

89 The Church’s Desolation

Well may Thy servants mourn, my God,
The Church’s desolation;
The state of Zion calls aloud
For grief and lamentation.
Once she was all alive to Thee
And thousands were converted,
But now a sad reverse we see,
Her glory is departed.

And has religion left the Church
Without a trace behind her?
Where shall I go, where shall I search,
That I once more may find her?
Adieu, ye proud, ye light and gay,
I’ll seek the brokenhearted,
Who weep when they of Zion say,
Her glory is departed.

Some few, like good Elijah stand,
While thousands have revolted,
In earnest for the heav’nly land
They never yet have halted.
With such religion doth remain,
For they are not perverted;
Oh may they all through men regain
The glory that’s departed.

90 Look Out

My brethren all, on you I call,
Arise and look around you.
How many foes, bound to oppose,
Who’re waiting to confound you!
The gospel calls on Zion’s walls,
Shake off your sleep and slumber;
Arise and pray, we’ll win the day,
Though we are few in number.

91 Assurance

Now shall my soul be lifted high,
Above my foes around
And songs of joy and victory
Within Thy temple found.

92 Burk

The glorious light of Zion
Is spreading far and wide,
And sinners now are coming
Unto the gospel tide.

Chorus:

To see the saints in glory,
And the angels stand inviting,
To welcome sinners home.

The glory of King Jesus
Triumphant doth arise,
And sinners crowd around it
With bitter groans and cries.

(Chorus)

93 Frozen Heart

Lord, shed a beam of heav’nly day,
To melt this stubborn stone away;
And thaw, with rays of love divine,
This heart, this frozen heart of mine.

To hear the sorrows Thou hast felt,
All but an adamant would melt;
Goodness and wrath in vain combine
To move this stupid heart of mine.

But One can yet perform the deed;
That One in all His grace I need;
Thy Spirit can from dross refine
And melt this stubborn heart of mine.

Oh Breath of life, breathe on my soul!
On me let streams of mercy roll;
Now thaw with rays of love divine
This heart, this frozen heart of mine.

94 Never Part

Come humble sinner in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve,
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed,
And make this last resolve

Chorus:

We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground,
And soon shall hear the trumpet sound,
And then all shall with Jesus reign,
And never, never part again.
What? never part again.
No, never part again.
And soon shall hear the trumpet sound,
And never, never part again.

95 Vernon

Come, Oh Thou traveler unknown,
Whom still I hold, but cannot see;
My company before is gone,
And I am left alone with Thee.
With Thee all night I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.

In vain Thou strugglest to get free,
I never will unloose my hold;
Art Thou the Man that died for me?
The secret of Thy love unfold.
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.

96 Few Happy Matches

When Thou, my righteous Judge, shall come
To take Thy ransomed people home,
Shall I among them stand?
Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at Thy right hand?

I love to meet Thy people now,
Before Thy feet with them to bow,
Though vilest of them all;
But can I bear the piercing thought:
What if my name should be left out
When Thou for them shalt call?

Oh Lord, prevent it by Thy grace,
Be Thou my only hiding place,
In this accepted day,
Thy pard’ning voice, oh, let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear,
Nor let me fall, I pray.

97 We’ll Soon Be There

Oh, who will come and go with me,
We’ll shout and sing, Hosanna,
I’m bound fair Canaan’s land to see,
We’ll shout and sing, Hosanna.
Go on, go on, we’ll soon be there;
We’ll shout and sing, Hosanna.
Come on, Come on, we’ll soon be there;
We’ll shout and sing, Hosanna.

98 Dull Care

Why should we at our lot complain,
Or grieve at our distress?
Some think if they could riches gain,
They’d gain true happiness.

Chorus:

Ah! we’re much to blame,
We’re all the same —
Alike we’re made of clay;
Then, since we have a Savior dear,
Let’s drive all care away.

Why should the rich despise the poor?
Why should the poor repine?
A little time will make us all
In equal friendship join.

(Chorus)

The only circumstance of life
That ever I could find
To soften cares and temper strife
Was a contented mind;

Chorus:

When we’ve this in store,
We have much more,
Than wealth could e’er convey;
Then, since we have a Savior dear,
Let’s drive all care away.

When age, old creeping age comes on,
And we are young no more,
Let’s all repent the sins we’ve done,
Nor grieve that youth is o’er;

Chorus:

We’ll more faithful be
Than formerly,
And constantly to pray;
Then, since we have a Savior dear,
Let’s drive all care away.

99 Gospel Trumpet

Hark! How the gospel trumpet sounds!
Through all the world the echo bounds;
And Jesus by redeeming blood
Is bringing sinners home to God
And guides them safely by His word
To endless day.

Thy blood, dear Jesus, once was spilt
To save our souls from sin and guilt,
And sinners now may come to God
And find salvation through Thy blood,
And sail by faith upon that flood
To endless day.

100 The Bower of Prayer

To leave my dear friends, and with neighbors part,
And go from my home it affects not my heart
Like thoughts of absenting myself for a day
From the bless’d retreat where I’ve chosen to pray.

Dear bow’r, where the pine and the poplar have spread,
And wove with the branches a roof o’er my head;
How oft have I knelt on the evergreen there,
And poured out my soul to my Savior in prayer.

The early shrill notes of the loved nightingale
That dwelt in my bow’r I observed as my bell,
To call me to duty, while birds of the air
Sang anthems of praise as I went to my prayer.

101t Canaan’s Land

Oh for a breeze of heav’nly love
To waft my soul away
To that celestial world above,
Where pleasures ne’er decay.
Eternal Spirit, deign to be
My pilot here below,
To steer through life’s tempestuous sea,
Where stormy winds do blow.

101b Holy City

There is a holy city, a happy world above,
Beyond the starry regions,
Built by the God of love.
An everlasting temple,
And saints arrayed in white;
They serve their great Redeemer,
And dwell with Him in light.

It is no world of trouble,
The God of peace is there,
He wipes away their sorrows,
He banishes their care;
Their joys are still increasing,
Their songs are ever new;
They praise th’eternal Father,
The Son and Spirit, too.

Is this the Man of sorrows
Who stood at Pilate’s bar,
Contemned by haughty Herod,
And by his men of war?
He seems a mighty conqu’ror,
Who spoiled the pow’rs below,
And ransomed many captives
From everlasting woe.

102 Fulfillment

See how the Scriptures are fulfilling,
Poor sinners are returning home,
The time that prophets were foretelling,
With signs and wonders now is come.
The gospel trumpets now are blowing
From sea to sea, from land to land;
God’s Holy Spirit down is pouring,
And Christians joining heart and hand.

Ten thousand fall before Jehovah,
For mercy, mercy! loud they cry;
They rise, all shouting, “Hallelujah!”
And “Glory be to God on high.”
But many cry, “It’s all disorder,”
And disbelieve God’s holy word;
Yet Christians sing and shout the louder,
“All glory, glory to the Lord.”

103 Animation

And let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint or die;
My soul shall quit this mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high.

Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its long-sought rest,
The only bliss for which it pants,
In my Redeemer’s breast.

Oh what are all my suff’rings here,
If, Lord, Thou count me meet
With that enraptured host t’appear,
And worship at Thy feet!

104 The Lovely Story

A story most lovely I’ll tell,
Of Jesus, Oh wondrous surprise,
He suffered the torments of hell,
That sinners, vile sinners may rise;
He left His exalted abode,
When man by transgressions was lost,
Appeasing the wrath of a God,
He shed forth His blood as the cost.

Oh did my dear Jesus thus bleed,
And pity a ruined lost race;
Oh whence did such mercy proceed,
Such boundless compassion and grace?
His body bore anguish and pain,
His spirit most sunk with the load,
A short time before He was slain,
His sweat was as great drops of blood.

105 Jewett

Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind but now I see.

Chorus:

Shout, shout for glory,
Shout, shout aloud for glory,
Brother, sister, mourner,
All shout glory hallelujah.

’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.

(Chorus)

Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

(Chorus)

The Lord has promised good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be
As long as life endures.

(Chorus)

The earth will soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who called me here below,
Will be forever mine.

(Chorus)

106 Ecstasy

Oh, when shall I see Jesus,
And reign with Him above?
And from the flowing fountain
Drink everlasting love?

Chorus:

Oh had I wings,
I would fly away and be at rest,
And I’d praise God in His bright abode.

Whene’er you meet with troubles
And trials on your way,
Then cast your care on Jesus
And don’t forget to pray.

(Chorus)

Gird on the gospel armor
Of faith and hope and love,
And when the combat’s ended,
He’ll carry you above.

(Chorus)

Oh, do not be discouraged,
For Jesus is your friend;
And if you lack for knowledge,
He’ll not refuse to lend.

(Chorus)

Neither will He upbraid you,
Though often you request;
He’ll give you grace to conquer,
And take you home to rest.

(Chorus)

107 Russia

My spirit looks to God alone,
My rock and refuge is His throne.
In all my fears, in all my straits,
My soul on His salvation waits.

Trust Him ye saints in all your ways,
Pour out your hearts before His face;
When helpers fail, and foes invade,
God is our all-sufficient aid.

108t Weeping Sinners

Weeping sinners, dry your tears,
Jesus on His throne appears;
Mercy comes with balmy wings,
Bids you His salvation sing.

Peace He brings you by His death,
Peace He speaks with ev’ry breath;
Can you slight such heav’nly charms?
Flee, oh, flee to Jesus’ arms.

108b The Traveler

Trav’ler haste, the night comes on,
Many a shining hour is gone;
Storm is gathering in the west,
And you are so far from home.

Chorus:

Oh, come, trav’ler, haste away,
You must walk while it is day.
Oh, come, trav’ler, haste away,
You will find in Christ the way.

Far from home thy footsteps stray;
Christ the life and Christ the way.
Christ the light, yon setting sun,
Ere the noon is scarce begun.

(Chorus)

Rising tempest sweeps the sky,
Rains descend, the winds are high,
Waters swell and death and fear
Sets thy path no refuge near.

109 Carnsville

I love my blessed Savior,
I feel I’m in His favor,
And I am His forever
If I but faithful prove;
And now I’m bound for Canaan,
I feel my sins forgiven,
And soon shall get to heaven
To sing redeeming love.

Poor sinners may deride me,
And unbelievers chide me,
But nothing shall divide me
From Jesus, my best friend;
Supported by His power,
I long to see the hour
That bids my spirit tower,
And all my troubles end.

The pleasing time is hast’ning,
My tott’ring frame is wasting.
Whilst I’m engaged in praising,
Impelled by His love.
When yonder shining orders,
Who sing on Canaan’s borders,
Shall bear me to the Lord there,
To praise His name above.

110 Mount Vernon

What solemn sound the ear invades,
What wraps the land in sorrow’s shade?
From heav’n the awful mandate flies,
The father of his country dies.
Where shall our nation turn its eye,
What help remains beneath the sky?
Our friend, protector, strength and trust,
Lies low and mould’ring in the dust.

111t Journey Home

Oh, who will come and go with me?
I’m on my journey home.
I’m bound fair Canaan’s land to see,
I’m on my journey home.

Chorus:

Oh, come and go with me;
For I’m on my journey home,
Home, sweet home, Bless the Lord.

Eternal Spirit, we confess,
And sing the wonders of Thy grace.

(Chorus)

Thy pow’r conveys our blessings down,
From God the Father and the Son.

111b To Die No More

Why should we start, and fear to die?
What tim’rous worms we mortals are,
Death is the gate of endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.

Chorus:

I’m going home to Christ above;
I’m going to the Christian’s rest,
To die no more, to die no more,
I’m going home to die no more.

Oh, if my Lord would come and meet
My soul should stretch her wings in haste,
Fly fearless through death’s iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed.

(Chorus)

112 The Last Words of Copernicus

Ye golden lamps of heav’n farewell,
With all your feeble light;
Farewell thou ever changing moon,
Pale empress of the night.
And thou refulgent orb of day,
In brighter flames arrayed;
My soul which springs beyond thy sphere,
No more demands thy aid.

113 The Prodigal Son

Afflictions, though they seem severe,
Are oft in mercy sent:
They stopped the prodigal’s career,
And caused him to repent.

Chorus:

Oh, I die with hunger, here he cries,
And starve in a foreign land,
My father’s house hath large supplies,
And bounteous are his hands.

Although he no relenting felt
Till he had spent his store,
His stubborn heart began to melt
When famine pinched him sore.

(Chorus)

What have I gained by sin, he said,
But hunger, shame and fear?
My father’s house abounds with bread,
Whilst I am starving here.

(Chorus)

I’ll go and tell him what I’ve done,
Fall down before his face,
Not worthy to be called his son,
I’ll ask a servant’s place.

(Chorus)

He saw his son returning back,
He looked, he ran, he smiled,
And threw his arms around the neck
Of his rebell’ous child.

114 Saint’s Delight

When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I’ll bid farewell to ev’ry fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

Chorus:

I feel like I’m on my journey home.

Should earth against my soul engage,
And fiery darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan’s rage,
And face a frowning world.

(Chorus)

Let cares like a wild deluge come,
Let storms of sorrow fall;
So I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heav’n my all.

(Chorus)

There I shall bathe my weary soul
In seas of heav’nly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

115 Edmonds

When Adam was created,
He dwelt in Eden’s shade;
As Moses has related,
Before a bride was made.
Ten thousand times ten thousand
Of creatures swarmed around,
Before a bride was formed,
Or any mate was found.

He had not consolation,
But seemed as one alone,
Till, to his admiration,
He found he’d lost a bone.
This woman was not taken
From Adam’s head, we know;
And she must not rule o’er him,
It’s evidently so.

This woman, she was taken
From near to Adam’s heart,
By which we are directed
That they should never part.
The book that’s called the Bible,
Be sure you don’t neglect;
For in every sense of duty,
It will you both direct.

The woman is commanded
To do her husband’s will,
In every thing that’s lawful
Her duty to fulfill.
Great was his exultation,
To see her by his side;
Great was his elevation
To have a loving bride.

This woman, she was taken
From under Adam’s arm;
And she must be protected
From injury and harm.
This woman was not taken
From Adam’s feet, we see;
And she must not be abused,
The meaning seems to be.

The husband is commanded
To love his loving bride;
And live as does a Christian,
And for his house provide.
The woman is commanded
Her husband to obey,
In every thing that’s lawful,
Until her dying day.

116 Union

Come, brothers and sisters who love one another,
And have done with years that are gone;
How often we’ve met Him in sweet heav’nly union,
Which opens the way to God’s throne.
With joy and thanksgiving we’ll praise Him who loved us,
While we run the bright, shining way;
Though we part here in body, we’re bound for one glory,
And bound for each other to pray.

There was Joshua and Joseph, Elias and Moses,
That prayed, and God heard from His throne.
There was Abraham and Isaac, and Jacob and David,
And Solomon and Stephen and John.
There was Simeon and Anna, and I don’t know how many,
That prayed as they journeyed along;
Some cast among lions, some bound with rough irons,
Yet glory and praises they sung.

Some tell us that praying, and also that praising
Is labor that’s all spent in vain;
But we have such as witness that God hears with swiftness,
From praying we will not refrain.
There was old father Noah, and ten thousand more,
That witnessed that God heard them pray;
There was Samuel and Hannah, Paul, Silas, and Peter,
And Daniel and Jonah, we’ll say.

117 Babylon Is Fallen

Hail the day so long expected,
Hail the year of full release.
Zion’s walls are now erected,
And her watchmen publish peace.
Through our Shiloh’s wide dominion,
Hear the trumpet loudly roar,
Babylon is fallen to rise no more.

All her merchants stand with wonder,
What is this that comes to pass:
Murm’ring like the distant thunder,
Crying, “Oh alas, alas.”
Swell the sound, ye kings and nobles,
Priest and people, rich and poor;
Babylon is fallen to rise no more.

Blow the trumpet in Mount Zion,
Christ shall come a second time;
Ruling with a rod of iron
All who now as foes combine.
Babel’s garments we’ve rejected,
And our fellowship is o’er,
Babylon is fallen to rise no more.

118 Stockwood

Sister, thou wast mild and lovely,
Gentle as the summer breeze,
Pleasant as the air of ev’ning,
When it flows among the trees,
Peaceful be thy silent slumber,
Peaceful in the grave so low;
Thou no more wilt join our number,
Thou no more our songs shall know.

Dearest sister, thou hast left us,
Here thy loss we deeply feel,
But ’tis God that has bereft us;
He can all our sorrows heal.
Yet again we hope to meet thee,
When the day of life is fled,
Then in heav’n with joy to greet thee,
Where no farewell tear is shed.

119 Heaven’s My Home

Come, all my dear brethren, and help me to sing,
I’m going to Jesus, He’s heaven’s great King.
He died to atone for the sins of the world;
His banner is flying, His sails are unfurled.

Chorus:

Heav’n’s my home,
I’m going to Jesus, for heav’n’s my home.

While here in the valley of conflict I stay,
Oh give me submission, and strength as my day,
In all my afflictions to Thee would I come,
Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home.

(Chorus)

I long, dearest Lord, in Thy beauties to shine,
No more as an exile in sorrow to pine;
And in Thy dear image arise from the tomb,
With glorified millions to praise Thee at home.

(Chorus)

120 Chambers

The Lord Jehovah reigns,
And royal state maintains:
His head with awful glories crowned.
Arrayed in robes of light,
Begirt with sov’reign might,
And rays of majesty around.

121 Florence

Not many years their rounds shall roll,
Each moment brings it nigh,
Ere all its glories stand revealed,
To our admiring eye.
Ye wheels of nature speed your course,
Ye mortal pow’rs, decay;
Fast as ye bring the night of death,
Ye bring eternal day.

Ye weary, heavy-laden souls,
Who are oppressed and sore,
Ye trav’lers through the wilderness
To Canaan’s peaceful shore.
Though chilling winds and beating rains,
The waters deep and cold,
And enemies surrounding you,
Take courage and be bold.

Though storms and hurricanes arise,
The desert all around,
And fiery serpents oft appear,
Through the enchanted ground.
Dark nights and clouds and gloomy fear —
And dragons often roar —
But while the gospel trump we hear,
We’ll press for Canaan’s shore.

122 All Is Well

What’s this that steals upon my frame?
Is it death, is it death?
That soon will quench this mortal flame,
Is it death, is it death?
If this be death, I soon shall be
From ev’ry pain and sorrow free.
I shall the King of glory see,
All is well, all is well.

Weep not, my friends, weep not for me,
All is well, all is well!
My sins forgiv’n and I am free,
All is well, all is well!
There’s not a cloud that doth arise,
To hide my Jesus from my eyes.
I soon shall mount the upper skies,
All is well, all is well.

Tune, tune your harps ye saints on high,
All is well, all is well!
I too will strike my harp with equal joy,
All is well, all is well!
Bright angels are from glory come,
They’re ’round my bed, they’re in my room,
They wait to waft my spirit home,
All is well, all is well.

Hark! Hark! my Lord and Master’s voice,
Calls away, calls away!
I soon shall see — enjoy my happy choice,
Why delay, why delay?
Farewell my friends, adieu, adieu,
I can no longer stay with you,
My glittering crown appears in view,
All is well, all is well!

123t The Dying Christian

Ye objects of sense and enjoyments of time,
Which oft have delighted my heart,
I soon shall exchange you for views more sublime,
For joys that shall never depart.

Thou, Lord of the day, and thou, Queen of the night,
To me ye no longer are known;
I soon shall behold, with increasing delight,
A sun that shall never go down.

Ye mountains and valleys, groves, rivers, and plains,
Thou earth and thou ocean, adieu;
More permanent regions where righteousness reigns,
Present their bright hills to my view.

123b Cross of Christ

The cross of Christ inspires my heart
To sing redeeming grace;
Awake, my soul, and bear a part
In my Redeemer’s praise.
Oh, who can be compared to Him
Who died upon the tree?
This is my dear delightful theme,
That Jesus died for me.

A glorious band, the chosen few,
On whom the Spirit came,
Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,
And mocked the cross and flame;
Oh God, to us may grace be giv’n
To follow in their train.
Through peril, toil and pain they climbed
The steep ascent to heav’n.

124 Lover of the Lord

Lovers of pleasure more than God,
For you He suffered pain;
For you the Savior spilt His blood,
And shall He bleed in vain?

Chorus:

Oh, you must be a lover of the Lord,
Or you can’t go to heaven when you die.

125 Expression

Oh, Jesus, my Savior, I know Thou art mine;
For Thee all the pleasures of earth I resign.
Of objects most pleasing, I love Thee the best;
Without Thee I’m wretched, but with Thee I’m blessed.

Thou art my rich treasure, my joy and my love,
None richer possessed by the angels above;
For Thee all the pleasures of sense I forego,
And wander a pilgrim, despised below.

Thy Spirit taught me to know I was blind,
And taught me the way of salvation to find.
For when I was sinking in dreadful despair,
My Jesus relieved me and bid me not fear.

126 Babel’s Streams

By Babel’s streams we sat and wept,
While Zion we thought on;
Amidst thereof we hung our harps,
The willow trees upon.
With all the pow’r and skill I have;
I’ll gently touch each string;
If I can reach the charming sound,
I’ll tune my harp again.

127 Green Fields

How tedious and tasteless the hours,
When Jesus no longer I see!
Sweet prospects, sweet birds and sweet flow’rs,
Have lost all their sweetness to me;
The midsummer sun shines but dim,
The fields strive in vain to look gay;
But when I am happy in Him,
December’s as pleasant as May.

His name yields the sweetest perfume,
And sweeter than music His voice;
His presence disperses my gloom,
And makes all within me rejoice.
I should, were He always thus nigh,
Have nothing to wish or to fear;
No mortal as happy as I,
My summer would last all the year.

Content with beholding His face,
My all to His pleasures resigned,
No changes of season or place,
Would make any change in my mind.
While bless’d with a sense of His love,
A palace a toy would appear,
And prisons would palaces prove,
If Jesus would dwell with me there.

Dear Lord, if indeed I am Thine,
If Thou art my sun and my song,
Say, why do I languish and pine,
And why are my winters so long?
Oh, drive these dark clouds from my sky,
Thy soul-cheering presence restore,
Or take me to Thee up on high,
Where winter and clouds are no more.

128 The Promised Land

On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye,
To Canaan’s fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

Chorus:

I am bound for the promised land,
I am bound for the promised land,
Oh, who will come and go with me,
I am bound for the promised land.

Oh, the transporting, rapt’rous scene,
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight.

(Chorus)

Filled with delight, my raptured soul
Would here no longer stay!
Though Jordan’s waves around me roll,
Fearless I’d launch away.

(Chorus)

129 Heavenly Armor

And if you meet with troubles
And trials on the way,
Then cast your care on Jesus,
And don’t forget to pray.
Gird on the heav’nly armor
Of faith, and hope, and love;
And when the combat’s ended,
He’ll take you up above.

Through grace I am determined
To conquer, though I die;
And then away to Jesus
On wings of love I’ll fly;
Farewell to sin and sorrow,
I bid you all adieu,
Then, Oh my friends, prove faithful,
And on your way pursue.

130 Millennium

The time is soon coming, by the prophets foretold,
When Zion in purity the world shall behold.
When Jesus’ pure testimony will gain the day,
Denominations, selfishness will vanish away.

Let all who would wish to see Millennium begin,
Come out and be separate from sinners and sin.
As soon as the churches are redeemed from sin,
The day of the Millennium will surely begin.

131t Messiah

He comes, He comes! to judge the world,
Aloud th’archangel cries,
While thunders roll from pole to pole,
And lightning cleave the skies;
Th’affrighted nations hear the sound,
And upward lift their eyes;
The slumb’ring tenants of the ground
In living armies rise.

Thou awful judge of quick and dead,
The watchful pow’r bestow,
So shall I to my ways take heed,
To all I speak or do.
If now Thou standest at the door,
Oh let me feel Thee near;
And make my peace with God,
Before I at Thy bar appear.

131b Invocation (First)

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace,
Rise from transitory things,
To heav’n, thy native place.
Sun, and moon, and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove,
Rise, my soul, and haste away,
To seats prepared above.

Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon our Savior will return,
Triumphant in the skies.
Yet a season, and you know,
Happy entrance will be giv’n,
All our sorrows left below,
And earth exchanged for heav’n.

132 Sinner’s Friend

He dies! The friend of sinners dies!
And He died on the cross for sinners,
Lo! Salem’s daughters weep around!
And He died on the cross for sinners.

133 Hebrew Children

Where are the Hebrew children?
Safe in the promised land.
Though the furnace flamed around them,
God, while in their troubles, found them;
He with love and mercy bound them,
Safe in the promised land.

Where are the twelve apostles?
Safe in the promised land.
They went up through pain and sighing,
Scoffing, scourging, crucifying,
Nobly for their Master dying,
Safe in the promised land.

Where are the holy Christians?
Safe in the promised land.
Those who’ve washed their robes and made them
White and spotless pure and laid them
Where no earthly stain can fade them,
Safe in the promised land.

134 The Christian’s Hope

A few more days on earth to spend,
And all my toils and cares shall end,
And I shall see my God and friend,
And praise His name on high.
No more to sigh or shed a tear,
No more to suffer pain or fear;
But God, and Christ, and heav’n appear
Unto the raptured eyes.

Then, Oh, my soul, despond no more:
The storms of life will soon be o’er,
And I shall find the peaceful shore
Of everlasting rest.
Oh happy day! Oh joyful hour!
When, freed from earth, my soul shall tow’r
Beyond the reach of Satan’s pow’r,
To be forever blest.

To earthly cares I bid farewell,
And triumph over death and hell,
And go where saints and angels dwell,
To praise th’eternal Three.
I’ll join with those who’ve gone before,
Who sing and shout, their suff’rings o’er,
Where pain and parting are no more,
To all eternity.

135 Olney

Come, Thou Fount of ev’ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace.
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount — I’m fixed upon it —
Mount of Thy redeeming love!

Here I’ll raise my Ebenezer,
Hither, by Thy help, I’m come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand’ring from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.

136 Morality

While beauty and youth are in their full prime,
And folly and fashion affect our whole time,
Oh, let not the phantom wishes engage;
Let’s live so in youth that we blush not in age.

I sigh not for beauty, nor languish for wealth,
But grant me, kind Providence, virtue and health;
Then, richer than kings, and far happier than they,
My days shall pass swiftly and sweetly away.

The vain and the young may attend us a while,
But let not their flatt’ry our prudence beguile.
Let’s covet those charms that shall never decay,
Nor listen to all that deceivers say.

137 Liberty

No more beneath th’oppressive hand
Of tyranny we groan.
Behold the smiling, happy land
That freedom calls her own.

138t Adoration

Lord, when my raptured thought surveys
Creation’s beauties o’er,
All nature joins to teach Thy praise,
And bid my soul adore.

138b Ogletree

Frequent the day of God returns
To shed its quick’ning beams;
And yet how slow devotion burns,
How languid are its flames.

Increase, Oh Lord, our faith and hope,
And fit us to ascend,
Where the assembly ne’er breaks up,
And Sabbaths never end.

There shall we join, and never tire,
To sing immortal lays;
And with the bright seraphic choir,
Sound forth Immanuel’s praise.

139 Elysian

Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring
To my raptured vision
All th’ecstatic joys that spring
’Round the bright Elysian.
Lo, we lift our longing eyes,
Burst, ye intervening skies,
Sun of righteousness, arise;
Ope the gates of Paradise.

Floods of everlasting light
Freely flash before Him;
Myriads, with supreme delight,
Instantly adore Him.
Angel trumps resound His fame,
Lutes of lucid gold proclaim
All the music of His name;
Heaven echoing the theme.

Four-and-twenty elders rise
From their princely station;
Shout His glorious victories,
Sing the great salvation;
Cast their crowns before His throne,
Cry in reverential tone,
“Glory give to God alone,
Holy, holy, holy One!”

140 Sweet Solitude

Hail, solitude, thou gentle queen,
Of modest air and brow serene!
’Tis thou inspires the poet’s theme,
Wrapped in sweet vision’s airy dream.

With Thee the charms of life shall last,
E’en when the rosy bloom is past,
When the slowly pacing time shall spread
Thy silver blossom o’er my head,
No more with this vain world perplexed,
Thou shalt prepare me for the next.

141 Complainer

I am a great complainer
That bears the name of Christ;
Come, all ye Zion mourners,
And listen to my cries;
I’ve many sore temptations
And sorrows to my soul;
I feel my faith declining,
And my affections cold.

I wish it was with me now
As in the days of old,
The glorious light of Jesus
Was flowing in my soul,
But now I am distressed,
And no more relief can find,
A hard, deceitful heart
And a wretched, wand’ring mind.

It is great pride and passion
Beset me on my way,
So I am filled with folly
And so neglect to pray;
I am so weak I stumble,
And so I’m left behind,
While others run rejoicing
And seem to lose no time.

142 Stratfield

Through ev’ry age eternal God,
Thou art our rest, our safe abode;
High was Thy throne ere heav’n was made,
Or earth Thy humble footstool laid.

143 Pleyel’s Hymn (First)

While Thee I seek, protecting Pow’r,
Be my vain wishes stilled,
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be filled.
Thy love the pow’r of thought bestowed,
To Thee my thoughts would soar;
Thy mercy o’er my life has flowed,
That mercy I adore.

In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferred by Thee.
In ev’ry joy that crowns my days,
In ev’ry pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.

When gladness wings my favored hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resigned when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet Thy will.
My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gathering storm shall see:
My steadfast heart shall know no fear;
That heart shall rest on Thee.

144 Jubilee

Hark! the jubilee is sounding,
Oh the joyful news is come;
Free salvation is proclaimed
In and through God’s only Son.
Now we have the invitation
To the meek and lowly Lamb,
Glory, honor and salvation;
Christ, the Lord, is come to reign.

Come, dear friend, and don’t neglect it,
Come to Jesus in your prime;
Great salvation, don’t reject it,
Oh receive it, now’s your time;
Now the Savior is beginning
To revive His work again.
Glory, honor and salvation;
Christ, the Lord, is come to reign.

Now let each one cease from sinning,
Come and follow Christ, the way;
We shall all receive a blessing,
If from Him we do not stray;
Golden moments we’ve neglected,
Yet the Lord invites again!
Glory, honor, and salvation;
Christ, the Lord is come to reign.

Let us run our race with patience,
Looking unto Christ the Lord,
Who doth live and reign for ever,
With His Father and our God,
He is worthy to be praised,
He is our exalted King.
Glory, honor, and salvation;
Christ, the Lord is come to reign.

Come dear children, praise your Jesus
Praise Him, praise Him evermore;
May His great love now constrain us,
His great name for to adore.
Oh then let us join together,
Crowns of glory to obtain
Glory, honor and salvation;
Christ, the Lord, is come to reign.

145t Warrenton

Come, Thou Fount of ev’ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace.
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.

Chorus:

I am bound for the kingdom,
Will you go to glory with me?
Hallelujah, praise the Lord.

Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wand’ring heart to Thee.

(Chorus)

Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, Lord, take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

(Chorus)

145b Sweet Affliction

In the floods of tribulation,
While the billows o’er me roll,
Jesus whispers consolation,
And supports my fainting soul.

Chorus:

Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, praise the Lord!

Wearing there a weight of glory,
Still the path I’ll ne’er forget,
But exulting cry it led me
To my blessed Savior’s feet.

(Chorus)

146 Hallelujah

And let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint or die;
My soul shall quit this mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high,

Chorus:

And I’ll sing hallelujah,
And you’ll sing hallelujah,
And we’ll all sing hallelujah,
When we arrive at home.

Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its long-sought rest,
The only bliss for which it pants,
In my Redeemer’s breast.

(Chorus)

Oh what are all my suff’rings here,
If, Lord, Thou count me meet
With that enraptured host t’appear,
And worship at Thy feet!

(Chorus)

Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away,
But let me find them all again,
In that eternal day.

(Chorus)

147t Boylston

My God, my life, my love,
To Thee, to Thee I call;
I cannot live if Thou remove,
For Thou art all in all.

Thy shining grace can cheer,
This dungeon where I dwell;
’Tis paradise when Thou art here,
If Thou depart ’tis hell.

The smilings of Thy face,
How amiable they are;
’Tis heav’n to rest in Thine embrace,
And nowhere else but there.

To Thee, and Thee alone,
The angels owe their bliss;
They sit around Thy gracious throne,
And dwell where Jesus is.

Not all the harps above,
Can make a heav’nly place;
If God His residence remove,
Or but conceal His face.

147b Laban

My soul, be on thy guard;
Ten thousand foes arise;
The hosts of sin are pressing hard
To draw thee from the skies.

Oh watch, and fight, and pray;
The battle ne’er give o’er;
Renew the conflict ev’ry day;
And help divine implore.

Ne’er think the vict’ry won,
Nor lay thine armor down;
The work of faith will not be done
Till thou obtain the crown.

148 Jefferson

Glorious things of Thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God!
He whose word can ne’er be broken,
Formed thee for His own abode.

Chorus:

On the Rock of Ages founded,
Who can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation’s walls surrounded,
Thou mayst smile at all thy foes.

’Round her habitation hov’ring,
See the cloud and fire appear,
For a glory and a cov’ring,
Showing that the Lord is near.

(Chorus)

149 The Trumpet

The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire,
As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of His ire!
Lo! self-moving it drives on its pathway of cloud,
And the heav’ns with the burden of Godhead are bowed.

The glory! the glory! around Him are poured
Mighty hosts of the angels that wait on the Lord.
And the glorified saints and the martyrs are there,
And there all palm-wreaths of victory wear.

The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead all have heard,
Lo, the depths of the stone-covered charnel are stirred:
From the sea, from the earth, from the south, from the north,
And the vast generations of man are come forth.

The judgment! the judgment! the thrones are all set,
Where the Lamb and the white vested elders are met;
There all flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord,
And the doom of eternity hangs on His word.

Oh mercy! Oh mercy! look down from above,
Great Creator, on us, Thy sad children, with love.
When beneath to their darkness the wicked are driv’n,
May our justified souls find a welcome in heav’n.

150 Amity

How pleased and blest was I,
To hear the people cry,
“Come let us seek our God today;”
Yes, with a cheerful zeal,
We haste to Zion’s hill,
And there our vows and honors pay.

May peace attend Thy gate,
And joy within Thee wait,
To bless the soul of ev’ry guest;
The man that seeks Thy peace,
And wishes Thine increase,
A thousand blessings on him rest.

151 Symphony

Behold, the Judge descends, His guards are nigh;
Tempests and fire attend Him down the sky;
Heav’n, earth and hell draw near, Let all things come
To hear His justice and the sinner’s doom;
But gather first, my saints, the Judge commands,
Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.

152 Shepherds Rejoice

Shepherds, rejoice! lift up your eyes,
And send your fears away,
News from the regions of the skies,
A Savior’s born today.
Jesus, the God whom angels fear,
Comes down to dwell with you.
Today He makes His entrance here,
But not as monarchs do.

No gold nor purple swaddling bands,
Nor royal shining things,
A manger for His cradle stands,
And holds the King of kings.
Go, shepherds, where the infant lies,
And see His humble throne;
The tears of joy in all your eyes,
Go, shepherds, kiss the Son.

Thus Gabriel sang and straight around
The heav’nly armies throng,
They tune their harps to softly sound,
And thus conclude their song.
Glory to God who reigns above,
Let peace surround the earth,
Mortals shall know their Maker’s love
At their Redeemer’s birth.

153 Resurrected

My father’s gone to view that land,
To wear a starry crown.
Away over yonder,
To wear a starry crown.

154 Rest For the Weary

Come, Thou Fount of ev’ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace.
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.

Chorus:

There is rest for the weary;
There is rest for you.

Here I’ll raise my Ebenezer,
Hither, by Thy help, I’m come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.

(Chorus)

155 Northfield

How long, dear Savior, Oh how long
Shall this bright hour delay?
Fly swift around, ye wheels of time,
And bring the promised day.

From the third heaven, where God resides,
That holy, happy place,
The new Jerusalem comes down,
Adorned with shining grace.

156 Jesus Rose

Go and tell His disciples,
He has risen from the dead.
Jesus rose, brethren,
He has risen from the dead,
Through the earth and through the sky.

157 Essay

See how the wicked kingdom
Is falling ev’ry day!
And still our blessed Jesus
Is winning souls away:
But oh, how I am tempted,
No mortal tongue can tell!
So often I’m surrounded
With enemies from hell.

With weeping and with praying,
My Jesus I have found,
To crucify old nature,
And make His grace abound.
Dear children, don’t be weary,
But march on in the way;
For Jesus will stand by you,
And be your guard and stay.

If sinners will serve Satan,
And join with one accord,
Dear brethren, as for my part,
I’m bound to serve the Lord;
And if you will go with me,
Pray, give to me your hand,
And we’ll march on together,
Unto the promised land.

158 Funeral Thought

Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee,
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb;
The Savior has passed through its portals before thee,
And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom.

Thou art gone to the grave, we no longer behold thee,
Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side;
But wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,
And all sinners may hope, since the Savior hath died.

Thou art gone to the grave, and thy cradle’s forsaken,
With us thy fond spirit did not tarry long,
But sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy waking,
And the sound thou didst hear was the seraphim’s song.

Thou art gone to the grave, but ’twere wrong to deplore thee,
When God was thy ransom, thy guardian and guide;
He gave thee, and took thee, and soon will restore thee,
Where death hath no sting, since the Savior hath died.

159 Wondrous Love

What wondrous love is this!
Oh, my soul, oh my soul!
That caused the Lord of bliss
To bear the dreadful curse
For my soul?

When I was sinking down,
Sinking down, Sinking down,
Beneath God’s righteous frown
Christ laid aside His crown
For my soul.

To God and to the Lamb,
I will sing; I will sing;
Who is the great I Am,
While millions join the theme,
I will sing.

And when from death I’m free
I’ll sing on; I’ll sing on;
I’ll sing and joyful be,
Throughout eternity
I’ll sing on.

160t War Department

No more shall the war-whoop be heard,
The ambush and slaughter no longer be feared.
The tomahawk, buried, shall rest in the ground,
And peace and goodwill to the nations abound.

160b Turn, Sinner, Turn

Today, if you will hear His voice,
Now is the time to make your choice;
Say will you to mount Zion go?
Say will you have this Christ or no?

Chorus:

Oh! turn, sinner, turn,
May the Lord help you turn!
Oh! turn, sinner turn,
Why will you die?

161 Sweet Home

’Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints,
How sweet to my soul is communion with saints;
To find at the banquet of mercy there’s room,
And feel in the presence of Jesus at home.

Chorus:

Home, home, sweet, sweet, home;
Prepare me, dear Savior, for glory, my home.

Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace,
And thrice precious Jesus, whose love cannot cease;
Though oft from Thy presence in sadness I roam,
And feel in the presence of Jesus at home.

(Chorus)

I sigh from this body of sin to be free,
Which hinders my joy and communion with Thee;
Though now my temptations like billows may foam,
All, all will be peace when I’m with Thee at home.

(Chorus)

162 Plenary

Hark! from the tombs of doleful sound,
Mine ears, attend the cry,
Ye living men, come view the ground,
Where you must shortly lie.

“Princes, this clay must be your bed,
In spite of all your tow’rs;
The tall, the wise, the rev’rend head,
Must lie as low as ours.”

Great God! Is this our certain doom?
And are we still secure?
Still walking downward to the tomb,
And yet prepared no more!

163t Morning

He dies, the friend of sinners dies,
Lo! Salem’s daughters weep around;
A solemn darkness veils the skies,
A sudden trembling shakes the ground.

Ye saints approach! the anguish view
Of Him who groans beneath your load,
He gives His precious life for you,
For you He sheds His precious blood.

Here’s love and grief beyond degree:
The Lord of glory dies for men;
But lo! what sudden joys we see!
Jesus, the dead, revives again.

The rising God forsakes the tomb;
Up to His Father’s court He flies,
Cherubic legions guard Him home,
And shout Him welcome to the skies.

163b China

Why do we mourn departing friends,
Or shake at death’s alarms?
’Tis but the voice that Jesus sends,
To call them to His arms.

Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?
There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,
And vanished all the gloom.

Thence He arose, ascended high,
And showed our feet the way;
Up to the Lord our souls shall fly,
At the great rising day.

164 Duane Street

A poor wayfaring man of grief
Hath often crossed me on my way;
Who sued so humbly for relief
That I could never answer nay.
I had no pow’r to ask his name,
Whither he went or whence he came;
Yet there was something in his eye
That won my love, I knew not why.

I spied him where a fountain burst
Clear from the rock; his strength was gone;
The heedless water mocked his thirst;
He heard it, saw it hurrying on.
I ran and raised the suff’rer up;
Thrice from the stream he drained my cup,
Dipped and returned it running o’er;
I drank and never thirsted more.

In pris’n I saw him next, condemned
To meet a traitor’s doom at morn,
The tide of lying tongues I stemmed
And honored him ’mid shame and scorn.
My friendship’s utmost zeal to try,
He asked if I for him would die:
The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill,
But the free spirit cried, “I will.”

Then in a moment to my view
The stranger started from disguise;
The tokens in His hands I knew —
My Savior stood before my eyes.
He spake and my poor name He named:
“Of me thou hast not been ashamed;
These deeds shall thy memorial be:
Fear not, thou didst it unto me.”

165 Family Bible

How painfully pleasing the fond recollection
Of youthful connection and innocent joy,
While blessed with parental advice and affection,
Surrounded with mercy and peace from on high.
I still view the chairs of my father and mother,
The seats of their offspring, as ranged on each hand,
And the richest of books, which excels ev’ry other,
The family Bible that lay on the stand.

The Bible, that volume of God’s inspiration,
At morning and ev’ning could yield us delight.
The prayers of our father, a sweet invocation,
For mercy by day and for safety at night.
Oh hymns of thanksgiving with harmon’ous sweetness,
As warmed by the hearts of the family band,
Hath raised us from earth to that rapturous dwelling
Described in the Bible that lay on the stand.

166 Still Better

Teach me how to do my duty
In the service of my Lord.
Then when time with me is over,
I’ll receive the great reward.
And with Jesus Christ, my Savior,
I shall live in endless day.
Where my sorrows and my toiling
Shall be banished far away.

167 Pray, Brethren, Pray

Pray, brethren, pray, the prayer of faith availeth;
Pray, brethren, pray, on God your spirit stay.

Chorus:

A few more days of sorrow,
And the Lord will call us home,
To walk the golden streets
Of the new Jerusalem.

Sing, brethren, sing, rejoice with joy and gladness;
Sing, brethren, sing, your songs of triumph bring.

(Chorus)

Rise, brethren, rise, your souls by faith ascending,
Rise, brethren, rise, your home is in the skies.

168 Cowper

Forgive the song that falls so low,
Beneath the gratitude I owe.
It means Thy praise however poor,
An angel’s song can do no more.

Great God, and wilt Thou condescend
To be my Father and my Friend.
I, a poor child, and thou, so high.
The Lord of earth, and air and sky.

169 Dartmouth

Come, sound His praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing,
Jehovah is the sov’reign God,
The universal King.
He formed the deeps unknown,
He gave the seas their bound,
The wat’ry worlds are all His own,
And all the solid ground.

Come, worship at His throne,
Come, bow before the Lord;
We are His work, and not our own:
He formed us by His Word.
Today attend His voice,
Nor dare provoke His rod;
Come, like the people of His choice,
And your own gracious God.

170 Exhilaration

Oh! may I worthy prove to see
The saints in full prosperity,
Then my troubles will be over.
To see the bride, the glitt’ring bride,
Close seated by my Savior’s side.
Then my troubles will be over.

Chorus:

I shall never forget the day
When Jesus washed my sins away,
And then my troubles will be over,
And rejoicing,
And then my troubles will be over.

I’ll praise Him while He gives me breath,
I hope to praise Him after death.
Then my troubles will be over.
I hope to praise Him when I die,
And shout salvation as I fly!
Then my troubles will be over.

(Chorus)

I soon shall pass the vale of death,
And in His arms resign my breath,
Then my troubles will be over.
Oh then my happy soul shall tell
My Jesus has done all things well,
Then my troubles will be over.

(Chorus)

171 Exhortation (First)

Lord, in the morning Thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;
To Thee will I direct my prayer,
To Thee lift up mine eye.

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.

172 Harmony

Wake, all ye soaring throngs, and sing,
Ye cheerful warblers of the spring,
Harmonious anthems raise,
To Him who shaped your finer mold,
Who tipped your glitt’ring wings with gold,
And tuned your voice to praise.

173 Phoebus

Lord, in the morning Thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high:
To Thee will I direct my prayer,
To Thee lift up mine eye;
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.

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,
But to Thy house will I resort,
To taste Thy mercies there;
Thy word into our minds instill;
And worship in Thy fear.

174 Petersburg

Thus saith the high and lofty One:
I sit upon my holy throne,
My name is God, I dwell on high,
Dwell in my own eternity,
But I descend to worlds below,
On earth I have a mansion, too,
The humble spirit and contrite,
Is an abode of my delight.

175 Highlands of Heaven

Sinner, go, will you go,
To the highlands of heaven;
Where the storms never blow,
And the long summer’s given?
Where the bright blooming flow’rs
Are their odors emitting;
And the leaves of the bow’rs
On the breezes are flitting.

Where the saints robed in white,
Cleansed in life’s flowing fountain,
Shining, beauteous, and bright,
Shall inhabit the mountain.
Where no sin, nor dismay,
Neither trouble, nor sorrow,
Will be felt for today,
Nor be feared for the morrow.

176t Ragan

Farewell, vain world, I’m going home,
I belong to this band, hallelujah.
My Savior smiles and bids me come,
I belong to this band, hallelujah.

Sweet angels beckon me away;
I belong to this band, hallelujah.
To sing God’s praise in endless day,
I belong to this band, hallelujah.

176b Blooming Youth

In the bright season of my youth,
In nature’s smiling bloom,
Ere age arrives, and trembling waits
It summons to the tomb.

Remember thy Creator, God;
For Him thy pow’rs employ;
Make Him thy fear, thy love, thy hope,
Thy portion and thy joy.

The Lord will safely guide thy course
O’er life’s uncertain seas.
And bring thee to the peaceful shore,
The heav’n prepared for thee.

177 The Christian’s Flight

Not many years their rounds shall roll;
Each moment brings it nigh,
When the Christian’s soul
To heav’n above shall fly.
Ye wheels of nature speed your course,
Ye mortal pow’rs decay,
Fast as ye bring the night of death,
Ye bring eternal day.

178 Africa

Now shall my inward joys arise,
And burst into a song;
Almighty love inspires my heart,
And pleasure tunes my tongue.

God, on His thirsty Zion’s hill,
Some mercy drops has thrown;
And solemn oaths have bound His love
To show’r salvation down.

Why do we then indulge our fears,
Suspicions and complaints?
Is He a God, and shall His grace
Grow weary of His saints?

179 The Christian Warfare

I find myself placed in a state of probation,
Which God has commanded us well to improve.
And I am resolved to regard all His precepts,
And on in the way of obedience to move.
I know I must go through great tribulation,
And many sore conflicts on every hand;
But grace will support and comfort my spirit,
And I shall be able forever to stand.

I’m called to contend with the powers of darkness,
And many sore conflicts I have to pass through.
Oh Jesus, be with me in every battle,
And help me my enemies all to subdue.
If Thou, gracious Lord, will only be with me,
To aid and direct me, then all will be right;
Apollyon, with all his powerful forces,
In Thy name and Thy strength shall soon put to flight.

180 Vermont

In vain we lavish out our lives,
To gather empty wind;
The choicest blessings earth can yield
Will starve a hungry mind.
Come, and the Lord shall feed our souls
With more substantial meat,
With such as saints in glory love,
With such as angels eat.

181 Exit

Death, like an overflowing stream,
Sweeps us away; our life’s a dream,
An empty tale, a morning flow’r,
Cut down and withered in an hour.
Our age to sev’nty years is set;
How short the time! How frail the state
And if to eighty we arrive,
We’d rather sigh and groan than live.

But oh how oft Thy wrath appears,
And cuts off our expected years,
Thy wrath awakes our humble dread:
We fear the power that strikes us dead.
Teach us, Oh Lord, how frail is man;
And kindly lengthen out the span,
Till a wise care of piety
Fit us to die and dwell with Thee.

182 Newburgh

Let ev’ry creature join
To praise th’eternal God;
Ye heav’nly host, the song begin,
And sound His name abroad.
Thou sun with golden beams,
And moon with paler rays;
Ye starry lights, ye twinkling flames,
Shine to your Maker’s praise.

183 Greenwich

Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I,
To mourn, and murmur, and repine,
To see the wicked placed on high,
In pride and robes of honor shine.
But, oh, their end, their dreadful end,
Thy sanctuary taught me so,
On slipp’ry rocks I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below.

184 Enfield

Before the rosy dawn of day,
To Thee, my God I’ll sing;
Awake my soft and tuneful lyre,
Awake each charming string:
Awake, and let thy flowing strains
Glide through the midnight air,
While high amidst, the silent orb,
The silver moon rolls clear.

185 Pilgrim’s Farewell

Farewell, my friends, I must be gone;
I have no home or stay with you;
I’ll take my staff and travel on,
Till I a better world can view.

Chorus:

I’ll march to Canaan’s land,
I’ll land on Canaan’s shore,
Where pleasures never end,
And troubles come no more.
Farewell, my loving friends, farewell.

Farewell, my friends, time rolls along,
Nor waits for mortal cares or bliss;
I’ll leave you here and travel on,
Till I arrive where Jesus is.

(Chorus)

Farewell, dear brethren in the Lord,
To you I’m bound with cords of love;
But we believe His gracious Word,
We all ere long shall meet above.

(Chorus)

186 Sherburne

While shepherds watched their flocks by night,
All seated on the ground,
The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.

All glory be to God on high
And to the earth be peace,
Goodwill henceforth from heaven to men
Begin and never cease.

187 Protection (First)

God, my supporter, and my hope,
My help forever near,
Thine arm of mercy held me up
When sinking in despair.

But to draw near to Thee, my God,
Shall be my sweet employ,
My tongue shall sound Thy works abroad,
And tell the world my joy.

188 Spring

The scattered clouds are fled at last,
The rain is gone, the winter’s past;
The lovely vernal flow’rs appear,
The warbling choirs enchant our ear.
Now, with sweetly pensive moan,
Coos the turtle dove alone.

The voice of my beloved sounds,
While o’er the mountain top he bounds;
He flies exulting o’er the hills,
And all my soul with transport fills.
Gently doth he chide my stay.
Rise, my soul and come away.

189 Montgomery

Early my God, without delay,
I haste to seek Thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away
Without they cheering grace.
So pilgrims on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die.

191 Virginia

Thy words the raging winds control,
And rule the boist’rous deep.
Thou mak’st the sleeping billows roll,
The rolling billows sleep.

192 Schenectady

From all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator’s praise arise;
Let the Redeemer’s name be sung,
Through ev’ry land, by ev’ry tongue.
Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord,
Eternal truth attends Thy word;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore
Till suns shall rise and set no more.

193 Huntington

Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I,
To mourn, and murmur, and repine,
To see the wicked placed on high,
In pride and robes of honor shine.
But, oh, their end, their dreadful end,
Thy sanctuary taught me so,
On slipp’ry rocks I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below.

195 Worcester

How beauteous are their feet
Who stand on Zion’s hill;
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal!
How charming is their voice;
How sweet the tidings are.
Zion, behold thy Savior King,
He reigns and triumphs here!

196 Alabama

Angels in shining order stand,
Around the Savior’s throne;
They bow with rev’rence at His feet,
And make His glories known.
Those happy spirits sing His praise,
To all eternity,
But I can sing redeeming grace,
For Jesus died for me.

197 Georgia

The cross of Christ inspires my heart
To sing redeeming grace;
Awake, my soul, and bear a part
In my Redeemer’s praise.
Oh! who can be compared to Him
Who died upon the tree!
This is my dear, delightful theme,
That Jesus died for me.

198 Green Street

All hail the pow’r of Jesus’ name!
Let angels prostrate fall,
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.

200 Edom

With songs and honors sounding loud,
Address the Lord on high,
Over the heav’ns He spreads His clouds,
And waters veil the sky.
He sends His show’rs of blessing down
To cheer the plains below;
He makes the grass the mountains crown;
And corn in valleys grow.

201 Pilgrim

Come, all ye mourning pilgrims dear,
Who’re bound for Canaan’s land,
Take courage and fight valiantly,
Stand fast with sword in hand,
Our Captain’s gone before us,
Our Father’s only Son,
Then, pilgrims dear, pray do not fear,
But let us follow on.

202 New Lebanon

Great God, the heav’n’s well-ordered frame
Declares the glories of Thy name;
There Thy rich works of wonder shine;
A thousand starry beauties there,
A thousand radiant marks appear,
Of boundless pow’r and skill divine.

203 Florida

Let sinners take their course,
And choose the road to death;
But in the worship of my God,
I’ll spend my daily breath.

My thoughts address His throne,
When morning brings the light;
I seek His blessings ev’ry noon,
And pay my vows at night.

204 Mission

Young people, all attention give,
While I address you in God’s name.
You who in sin and folly live,
Come, hear the counsel of a friend.
I’ve sought for bliss in glitt’ring toys
And ranged the luring scenes of vice;
But never knew substantial joys,
Until I heard my Savior’s voice.

He spake at once, my sins forgiv’n,
And washed my load of guilt away.
He gave me glory, peace, and heav’n,
And thus I found the heav’nly way.
And now with trembling sense I view
The billows roll beneath your feet,
For death eternal waits for you,
Who slight the force of gospel truth.

Youth, like the spring, will soon be gone,
By fleeting time or conqu’ring death;
Your morning sun may set at noon,
And leave you ever in the dark.
Your sparkling eyes and blooming cheeks
Must wither like the blasted rose;
The coffin, earth, and winding sheet
Will soon your active limbs enclose.

205 Pleasant Hill

Religion is the chief concern
Of mortals here below.
May I its great importance learn,
Its sovereign virtues know.
More needful this than glitt’ring wealth
Or aught the world bestows;
Nor reputation, food, or health
Can give us such repose.

Religion should our thoughts engage
Amidst our youthful bloom;
’Twill fit us for declining age
And for the awful tomb.
Oh may my heart, by grace renewed,
Be my Redeemer’s throne,
And be my stubborn will subdued,
His government to own.

Let deep repentance, faith, and love,
Be joined with godly fear;
And all my conversation prove
My heart to be sincere.
Preserve me from the snares of sin
Through my remaining days,
And in me let each virtue shine,
To my Redeemer’s praise.

206 Christian’s Hope

We have our troubles here below,
We’re trav’ling through this world of woe,
To that bright world where loved ones go,
Where all is peace and love.

We’re fettered and chained up in clay
While in this body here we stay;
By faith we know a world above,
Where all is peace and love.

I feel no way like getting tired,
I’m trusting in His Holy Word
To guide my weary feet above,
Where all is peace and love.

207 Louisiana

Come, little children, now we may
Partake a little morsel.
For little songs and little ways
Adorned a great apostle.
A little drop of Jesus’ blood
Can make a feast of union;
It is by little steps we move
Into a full communion.

A little faith doth mighty deeds,
Quite past all my recounting;
Faith like a little mustard seed
Can move a lofty mountain.
A little charity and zeal,
A little tribulation,
A little patience makes us feel
Great peace and consolation.

A little cross with cheerfulness,
A little self-denial,
Will serve to make our troubles less,
And bear the greatest trial,
The Spirit like a little dove
On Jesus once descended;
To show His meekness and His love,
The emblem was intended.

The title of the little Lamb
Unto our Lord was given,
Such was our Savior’s little name,
The Lord of earth and heaven.
A little voice that’s small and still
Can rule the whole creation;
A little stone the earth shall fill,
And humble ev’ry nation.

208 Traveling On

Farewell, my loving friends, farewell,
I have no home or stay with you;
I’ll take my staff and travel on,
Till I a better world can view.

209 Evening Shade

The day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
Oh may we all remember well,
The night of death is near.

We lay our garments by,
Upon our beds to rest:
So death will soon disrobe us all,
Of what we here possess.

210 Lena

See the Lord of glory dying!
See Him gasping! Hear Him crying!
See His burdened bosom heave!
Look ye sinners, ye that hung Him,
Look how deep your sins have stung Him!
Dying sinners, look and live.

Bear with patience, tribulation,
Overcoming all temptation,
Till the glorious jubilee;
Soon he’ll come with bursts of thunder,
Then we shall adore and wonder,
Singing on the highest key.

See the blissful scenes before us,
Join the universal chorus,
Bid the flowing numbers rise;
Songs immortal sweetly sounding,
Notes angelic loud rebounding,
Trembling ’round the vocal skies.

211 Whitestown

Where nothing dwelt but beasts of prey,
Or men as fierce and wild as they,
He bids th’oppressed and poor repair,
And build them towns and cities there.
They sow the fields, and trees they plant,
Whose yearly fruit supplies their want;
Their race grows up from fruitful stocks,
Their wealth increases with their flocks.

212 Sharon

How pleasant ’tis to see
Kindred and friends agree,
Each in his proper station move,
And each fulfill his part,
With sympathizing heart,
In all the cares of life and love.

213t The Good Old Way

Lift up your heads, Immanuel’s friends,
Oh hallelujah,
And taste the pleasure Jesus sends.
Oh hallelujah.
Let nothing cause you to delay,
Oh hallelujah.
But hasten on the good old way,
Oh hallelujah.

Our conflicts here, though great they be,
Oh hallelujah.
Shall not prevent our victory,
Oh hallelujah.
If we but strive and watch and pray,
Oh hallelujah.
Like soldiers in the good old way.
Oh hallelujah.

Though Satan may his pow’rs employ,
Oh hallelujah.
Our happiness for to destroy.
Oh hallelujah.
Yet never fear, we’ll gain the day,
Oh hallelujah.
And shout and sing the good old way.
Oh hallelujah.

213b Warning

Today the Savior calls,
Ye wand’rers, come!
Oh, ye benighted souls,
Why longer roam?

Today the Savior calls,
Oh hear Him now!
Within these sacred walls.
To Jesus bow!

Today the Savior calls,
For refuge fly!
The storm of justice falls,
And death is nigh.

The Spirit calls today,
Yield to His pow’r.
Oh grieve Him not away!
’Tis mercy’s hour.

214 Repentance

Oh, if my soul was formed for woe,
How would I vent my sighs!
Repentance should like rivers flow,
From both my streaming eyes.
’Twas for my sins my dearest Lord
Hung on that cursed tree,
And groaned away His dying life,
For thee, my soul, for thee.

215 New Topia

Young people, all attention give,
And hear what I do say;
I want your souls with Christ to live,
In everlasting day;
Remember, you are hast’ning on
To death’s dark, gloomy shade;
Your joys on earth will soon be gone,
Your flesh in dust be laid.

216 Delight

No burning heats by day,
Nor blasts of evening air,
Shall take my health away,
If God be with me there.
Thou art my sun and Thou my shade
To guard my head by night or noon.

217 Ballstown

Great God, attend, while Zion sings
The joy that from Thy presence springs;
To spend one more day with Thee on earth,
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.

218 Mount Pleasant