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 heart on glitt’ring dust;
Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke,
And not believe what God hath spoke?
For sov’reign pow’r reigns not alone,
Grace is the partner of the throne;
Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord,
Shall well divide our last reward.
27t 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, O 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.
27b Rochester
Come, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.
Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift Thy glories high,
And speak Thine endless praise.
The whole creation joins in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of Him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore 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, O 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 loves 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 should 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 seas.
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
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, O 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 Deliv’rer, He shall come by and by;
And our sorrows have an end,
With our threescore 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.
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
Awake, my soul, in joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redeemer’s praise;
He justly claims a song from me,
His loving-kindness, O how free!
Though num’rous hosts of mighty foes,
Though earth and hell my way oppose,
He safely leads my soul along,
His loving-kindness, O how strong!
When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gathered thick and thundered loud,
He near my soul has always stood,
His loving-kindness, O how good!
Soon shall I pass death’s gloomy vale,
Soon all my mortal pow’rs must fail;
O may my last expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death!
Then let me mount and soar away
To that bright world of endless day,
And sing, with rapture and surprise,
His loving-kindness in the skies.
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, O 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 O 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;
The Gospel trumpet hear,
The news of heav’nly grace;
And saved from earth, appear
Before your Savior’s face;
41 Evening Hymn
The day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
O may we all remember well
The night of death draws near.
Lord, keep us safe this night,
Secure from all our fears;
May angels guard us while we sleep,
Till morning light appears.
42 Clamanda
| Words | John Poage Campbell, 1806 |
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| Music | Arr. The Sacred Harp, 1844. Alto W. M. Cooper, 1902 |
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| Meter | Long Meter Double (8,8,8,8,8,8,8,8) |
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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
| Words | Samuel Stennett, 1787 |
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| Music | William Moore, 1825. Alto The Christian Harmony, 1867 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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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 vict’ries 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 I’m 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 New
Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand,
When we must be parted from this social band;
Our sev’ral 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?
[chorus]
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;
O 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,
Who 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
O 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 hosts 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 Devotion
Sweet is the day of sacred rest,
No mortal cares shall seize my breast;
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David’s harp of solemn sound.
50b Canaan
Unite, my roving thoughts, unite
In silence soft and sweet;
And thou, my soul, sit gently down
At thy great Sov’reign’s feet.
51 Star in the East
Hail the blest morn, when the great Mediator
Down from the regions of glory descends;
Shepherds, go worship the babe in the manger,
Lo! for His guard the bright angels attend.
Cold on His cradle the dewdrops are shining,
Low lies His bed with the beasts of the stall;
Angels adore Him in slumber reclining,
Maker, and Monarch, and Savior of all.
Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion,
Odors of Edom and off’rings divine,
Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest and gold from the mine?
Vainly we offer each ample oblation,
Vainly with gold would His favor secure;
Richer by far is the heart’s adoration,
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid;
Star of the east, the horizon adorning,
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
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 fruits 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.
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.
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!”
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.
54 Russell
Ye humble souls, complain no more;
Let faith survey your future store;
How happy, how divinely blest,
The sacred words of truth attest!
When conscious grief laments sincere,
And pours the penitential tear,
Hope points to your dejected eyes
The bright reversion in the skies.
55 Converse
I’m tired of visits, modes and forms,
And flatt’ries paid to fellow worms;
Their conversation cloys,
Their vain amours and empty stuff,
But I can ne’er enjoy enough
Of Thy best company, my Lord,
Thou life of all my joys.
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
| Words | Isaac Watts, 1724 |
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| Music | Songs of Zion, 1821. Alto William Walker, 1867 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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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,
O Lord, remember me.
[chorus]
O Lord, remember me,
O Lord, remember me,
Now in the bowels of Thy love,
O Lord, remember me.
Remember the pure word of grace,
Remember Calvary,
Remember all Thy dying groans,
And then remember me.
[chorus]
And then remember me,
And then remember me,
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,
O Lord, remember me.
[chorus]
O Lord, remember me,
O Lord, remember me,
While Thou are sitting on Thy throne,
O Lord, remember me.
And when I close my eyes in death,
And creature helps all flee,
Then, O my great Redeemer, God,
I pray remember me.
[chorus]
I pray remember me,
I pray remember me,
Then, O 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 fears?
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, O 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
| Words | The Hesperian Harp, 1848 |
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| Music | B. F. Davis and E. K. Davis, 1848. Alto S. M. Denson, 1911 |
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| Meter | Long Meter Double (8,8,8,8,8,8,8,8) |
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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 who stand and come too late:
The foolish virgins did begin
To knock, but could not enter in.
61 Sweet Rivers
| Words | John Adam Granade, 1804 |
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| Music | William Moore, 1825. Alto William Hauser, 1848 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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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
| Words | Original and Select Hymns, 1820 |
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| Music | Arr. William Walker, 1835. Alto William Hauser, 1848 |
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| Meter | Long Meter Double (8,8,8,8,8,8,8,8) |
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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 comp’ny’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.
O 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;
O 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,
O may we meet on Canaan’s shore.
I hope you’ll all remember me
If you on earth no more I see;
An interest in your prayers I crave,
That we may meet beyond the grave.
O glorious day! O 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.
O 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 makes the dead revive.
O 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.
No chilling winds or pois’nous breath
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death
Are felt and feared no more.
66 Jordan
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
| Words | Mercer’s Cluster, 1810 |
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| Music | Arr. The Southern Harmony, 1835. Alto William Walker, 1867 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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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!
But 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 naught 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 wear a 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, “O Death, where is thy sting,
And where 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 fear.
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
| Words | A Collection of Sacred Ballads, 1790 |
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| Music | Wyeth’s Repository, Part Second, 1813 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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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
| Words | Original and Select Hymns, 1820 |
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| Music | J. P. Rees, 1859. Alto W. M. Cooper, 1902 |
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| Meter | Long Meter Double (8,8,8,8,8,8,8,8) |
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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;
O do not our suit disdain!
Shall we seek Thee, Lord, in vain?
Lord, on Thee our souls depend;
In compassion now 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,
Save, mighty Lord,
He whom I fix my hopes upon,
Save, mighty Lord.
[chorus]
O, save, save, mighty Lord,
And send converting power down,
Save, mighty Lord.
The way the holy prophet went,
Save, mighty Lord,
The road that leads from banishment,
Save, mighty Lord.
The King’s highway of holiness,
Save, mighty Lord,
I’ll go, for all His paths are peace,
Save, mighty Lord.
71 Leander
| Words | Isaac Watts, 1707 |
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| Music | Johnson’s Tennessee Harmony, 1818. Alto Introduction to Sacred Music, 1835 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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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
| Words | John Adam Granade, 1804 |
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| Music | Arr. J. T. White, 1844. Alto William Walker, 1867 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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Ye weary, heavy-laden souls,
Who are oppressed and sore,
Ye trav’lers through the wilderness
To Canaan’s peaceful shore,
Through 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,
You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?
“Fear not, I am with thee; O 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; O 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
| Words | Isaac Watts, 1709 |
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| Music | B. F. White, 1844. Alto W. M. Cooper, 1902 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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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
| Words | v. 1 The Organ, 1854. v. 2–3 Horatius Bonar, 1846 |
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| Music | Leonard P. Breedlove, 1854. Alto S. M. Denson, 1911 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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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 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.
[chorus]
Cry Amen, pray on till the warfare is over, hallelujah.
77t The Child of Grace
| Words | Charles Wesley, 1759 |
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| Music | Arr. E. J. King, 1844. Alto W. M. Cooper, 1902 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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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.
O may the Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness!
Make ev’ry path of duty straight
And plain before my face.
78 Stafford
Hosanna to the King
Of David’s royal blood!
Bless Him, ye saints, He comes to bring
Salvation from your God.
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, hallelu, hallelu,
’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!
She landed all who have gone before,
Oh, glory, hallelujah!
And yet she’s able to land still more,
Oh, glory, hallelujah!
If I arrive there before you do,
Oh, glory, hallelujah!
I’ll tell them that you are coming up too,
Oh, glory, hallelujah!
80t Troubles Over
Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears,
Soon my troubles will be over.
How bright th’unchanging morn appears!
Soon my troubles will be over.
[chorus]
Troubles over,
Soon my troubles will be over.
Farewell, inconstant world, farewell,
Soon my troubles will be over.
Where lights and shades alternate dwell,
Soon my troubles will be over.
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 my 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.
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 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, 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; it is finished!”
Sinners, will not this 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, none but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
81b Windlesham
Poor and afflicted, Lord, are Thine,
Among the great unfit to shine;
But though the world may think it strange,
They would not with the world exchange.
Poor and afflicted, yet they trust
In God, the gracious, wise, and just;
For them He deigns this lot to choose,
Nor would they dare His will refuse.
Poor and afflicted, yet they sing,
For Christ, their glorious, conqu’ring King,
Through suff’rings perfect, reigns on high,
And does their ev’ry need supply.
82t Bound for Canaan
O 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?
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
Towards 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.
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
O when shall I see Jesus,
And reign with Him above,
And shall hear the trumpet sound in that morning?
And from the flowing fountain
Drink everlasting love,
And shall hear the trumpet sound in that morning?
[chorus]
Shout, O glory! for I shall mount above the skies,
When I hear the trumpet sound in that morning.
When shall I be delivered
From this vain world of sin,
And shall hear the trumpet sound in that morning?
And with my blessed Jesus
Drink endless pleasures in,
And shall hear the trumpet sound in that morning?
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, O my friends, prove faithful,
And on your way pursue.
Whene’er you meet with troubles
And trials on your way,
Then cast your cares 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.
O 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 am bound for the land of Canaan.
[chorus]
O 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’re 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.
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.
[chorus]
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
O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace!
[chorus]
O 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.
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;
O may they all through them 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 sound.
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.
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.
O 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, O 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
| Words | Lady Huntingdon’s Collection of Hymns, 1774 |
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| Music | Arr. B. F. White and E. J. King, 1844, from Crane, 1788. Alto S. M. Denson, 1911 |
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| Meter | Common Particular Meter (8,8,6,8,8,6) |
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When Thou, my righteous Judge, shalt 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?
O 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.
[chorus]
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.
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 cares away.
Why should the rich despise the poor?
Why should the poor repine?
A little time will make us all
In equal friendship join.
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 cares away.
The only circumstance of life
That ever I could find
To soften cares and temper strife
Was a contented mind;
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 cares 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;
We’ll more faithful be
Than formerly,
And constantly to pray;
Then, since we have a Savior dear,
Let’s drive all cares 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 to part,
And go from my home, it affects not my heart
Like thoughts of absenting myself for a day
From that blest 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
| Words | Lloyd’s Hymns, 1811 |
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| Music | E. J. King, 1844. Alto The Christian Harmony, 1873 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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O 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.
And what shall be my journey,
How long I’ll stay below,
Or what shall be my trials,
Are not for me to know;
In ev’ry day of trouble
I’ll raise my thoughts on high;
I’ll think of the bright temple,
And crowns above the sky.
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.
[chorus]
And soar to worlds on high,
And soar to worlds on high,
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.
[chorus]
In my Redeemer’s breast,
In my Redeemer’s breast,
The only bliss for which it pants,
In my Redeemer’s breast.
O 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]
And worship at Thy feet,
And worship at Thy feet,
With that enraptured host t’appear,
And worship at Thy feet!
104 The Lovely Story
A story most lovely I’ll tell,
Of Jesus (O wondrous surprise);
He suffered the torments of hell,
That sinners, vile sinners, may rise;
He left His exalted abode,
When man by transgression was lost;
Appeasing the wrath of a God,
He shed forth His blood as the cost.
O did my dear Jesus thus bleed,
And pity a ruined lost race!
O 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!
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 will soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who called me here below,
Will be forever mine.
106 Ecstasy
O when shall I see Jesus,
And reign with Him above?
And from the flowing fountain
Drink everlasting love?
[chorus]
O 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.
Gird on the gospel armor
Of faith and hope and love,
And when the combat’s ended,
He’ll carry you above.
O 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.
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 the 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 gath’ring 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.
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,
While 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
| Words | Theodore Dwight, 1799 |
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| Music | Stephen Jenks, 1799. Alto W. M. Cooper, 1902 |
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| Meter | Long Meter Double (8,8,8,8,8,8,8,8) |
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What solemn sounds the ear invade,
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 mold’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,
I’m on my journey home.
And sing the wonders of Thy grace,
I’m on my journey home.
Thy pow’r conveys our blessings down,
I’m on my journey home.
From God the Father and the Son,
I’m on my journey home.
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.
112 The Last Words of Copernicus
| Words | Philip Doddridge, 1755 |
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| Music | Sarah Lancaster, 1870. Alto arr. S. M. Denson, 1911, from Minnie Floyd, 1902, and J. L. White, 1909 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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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,
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.
What have I gained by sin, he said,
But hunger, shame, and fear?
My father’s house abounds with bread
While I am starving here.
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.
He saw his son returning back,
He looked, he ran, he smiled,
And threw his arms around the neck
Of his rebellious 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 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.
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.
115 Holbrook
When the storms of life are raging,
Stand by me, oh, stand by me.
In the midst of tribulation,
Stand by me, oh, stand by me.
When the world is tossing me
Like a ship upon the sea,
Thou who rulest wind and water,
Stand by me, oh, stand by me.
In the midst of faults and failures,
Stand by me, oh, stand by me.
In the midst of persecution,
Stand by me, oh, stand by me.
When I do the best I can,
And my friends misunderstand,
Thou who knowest all about me,
Stand by me, oh, stand by me.
116 Hooper
Ye children of Jesus, who’re bound for the kingdom,
Attune all your voices, and help me to sing
Sweet anthems of praises to my loving Jesus,
For He is my Prophet, my Priest, and my King.
When Jesus first found me to hell I was going,
His love did surround me and saved me from ruin;
He kindly embraced me, and sweetly He kissed me,
And taught me aloud His sweet praises to sing.
Why should you go mourning from such a physician,
Who’s able and willing your sickness to cure?
Come to Him believing, though bad your condition;
His Father has promised your ease to ensure.
He brought me to Zion to join the glad voices,
My soul He hath healed, my heart hath rejoiced;
I’ll serve Him and praise Him and always adore Him
Till we meet in heaven, where parting’s no more.
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;
[chorus]
Babylon is fallen, is fallen, is fallen,
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, “O alas, alas!”
Swell the sound, ye kings and nobles,
Priests and people, rich and poor;
Blow the trumpet in Mount Zion;
Christ shall come the 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;
118 Heavenly Meeting
The day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
O may we all remember well
The night of death is near.
[chorus]
O may we meet in heav’n;
In heaven alone no sorrow’s found,
And there’s no parting there.
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]
Heaven’s my home, heaven’s my home,
I’m going to Jesus, for heaven’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.
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.
120 Chambers
| Words | Isaac Watts, 1719 |
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| Music | Arr. B. F. White, 1870, from Samuel Holyoke, 1803. Alto W. M. Cooper, 1902 |
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| Meter | Short Particular Meter (6,6,8,6,6,8) |
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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
| Words | v. 1 Philip Doddridge, 1755. v. 2–3 John Adam Granade, 1804 |
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| Music | Arr. T. W. Carter, 1844. Alto William Caldwell, 1837 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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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 sore,
Ye trav’lers through the wilderness
To Canaan’s peaceful shore,
Through 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, that steals upon my frame?
Is it death, is it death?
That soon will quench, 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, my friends, weep not for me,
All is well, all is well!
My sins forgiv’n, 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!
Hark! hark! my Lord, 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 glitt’ring 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
| Words | v. 1 The Southern Harmony, 1835. v. 2 Reginald Heber, 1827 |
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| Music | Leonard P. Breedlove, 1844. Alto William Walker, 1867 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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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;
O 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?
Oh, you must be a lover of the Lord,
Or you can’t go to heaven when you die.
125 Expression
O 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 blest.
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 forgo,
And wander a pilgrim, despised below.
Thy Spirit first 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
| Words | Scottish Psalter, 1650, and Stephen Jenks, 1811 |
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| Music | Stephen Jenks, 1811. Alto W. R. McCoy, 1902 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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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 blest 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’m 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.
Filled with delight, my raptured soul
Would here no longer stay;
Though Jordan’s waves around me roll,
Fearless I’d launch away.
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, O my friends, prove faithful,
And on your way pursue.
130 The Old Graveyard
Former friends, oh, how I’ve sought them,
Just to cheer my drooping mind;
But they’ve gone, like leaves of autumn,
Driv’n before a dreary wind.
[chorus]
Boast ye not of tomorrow,
For you know not what the day may bring.
Death has laid them down to slumber;
Solemn thought to think that I
Soon will be one of that number,
Soon, ah soon, with them to lie.
131t Messiah
| Words | v. 1 Samuel Stennett, 1787. v. 2 Charles Wesley, 1763 |
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| Music | James P. Carrell, 1821 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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He comes, He comes! to judge the world,
Aloud th’archangel cries,
While thunders roll from pole to pole,
And lightnings 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,
O let me feel Thee near;
And make my peace with God, before
I at Thy bar appear.
131b Invocation
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.
[chorus]
I love my Lord, for He first loved me,
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 eye.
Then, O my soul, despond no more:
The storm of life will soon be o’er,
And I shall find the peaceful shore
Of everlasting rest.
O happy day! O 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 our 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 can 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, O 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 Moreno
Farewell, dear brethren of the Lord,
And I cannot tarry here with you!
Yet we believe His gracious word,
And I cannot tarry here with you!
[chorus]
I want to hear the story,
And I want to go in glory!
The gospel sounds the jubilee!
Farewell, my earthly friends below,
And I cannot tarry here with you!
My Savior calls, and I must go,
And I cannot tarry here with you!
Farewell to all below the sun,
And I cannot tarry here with you!
The path is straight my feet shall run,
And I cannot tarry here with you!
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 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 Second
| Words | Helen Maria Williams, 1790 |
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| Music | Arr. Sunday’s Amusement, 1801, from Ignaz Joseph Pleyel, 1786 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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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 low’r,
My soul shall meet Thy will.
My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gath’ring storm shall see:
My steadfast heart shall know no fear;
That heart shall rest on Thee.
144 Jubilee
Hark! the jubilee is sounding,
O 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 friends, and don’t neglect it,
Come to Jesus in your prime;
Great salvation, don’t reject it,
O 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 forever,
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.
O 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.
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.
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.
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,
That only bliss for which it pants,
In my Redeemer’s breast.
O what are all my suff’rings here,
If, Lord, Thou count me meet
With that enraptured host t’appear,
And worship at Thy feet!
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away,
But let me find them all again
In that eternal day.
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.
O 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.
Fight on, my soul, till death
Shall bring thee to thy God;
He’ll take thee at thy parting breath
To His divine abode.
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 wall 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.
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 who the 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.
O mercy! O 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
| Words | Isaac Watts, 1709 |
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| Music | Leonard P. Breedlove, 1850. Alto S. M. Denson, 1911 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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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.
[chorus]
Away over yonder
To wear a starry crown.
My mother’s gone to view that land,
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.
155 Northfield
How long, dear Savior, O how long
Shall this bright hour delay?
Fly swift around, ye wheels of time,
And bring the promised day.
From the third heav’n 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, and 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!
What wondrous love is this! oh, my soul!
What wondrous love is this
That caused the Lord of bliss
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul,
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul.
When I was sinking down, sinking down, sinking down,
When I was sinking down, sinking down,
When I was sinking down
Beneath God’s righteous frown
Christ laid aside His crown for my soul, for my soul,
Christ laid aside His crown for my soul.
To God and to the Lamb I will sing, I will sing,
To God and to the Lamb I will sing,
To God and to the Lamb,
Who is the great I Am,
While millions join the theme, I will sing, I will sing,
While millions join the theme, I will sing.
And when from death I’m free, I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on,
And when from death I’m free, I’ll sing on,
And when from death I’m free,
I’ll sing and joyful be;
Throughout eternity, I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on,
Throughout eternity, I’ll sing on.
160t Prosperity
O may I worthy prove to see,
Glory to Immanuel!
The saints in full prosperity,
Glory to Immanuel!
To see the bride, the glitt’ring bride,
Glory to Immanuel!
Close seated by her Savior’s side,
Glory to Immanuel!
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 Southminster
Come away to the skies,
My beloved, arise,
And rejoice in the day thou wast born:
On this festival day,
Come exulting away,
And with singing to Zion return.
Now with singing and praise
Let us spend all the days
By our heavenly Father bestowed,
While His grace we receive
From His bounty, and live
To the honor and glory of God.
For the glory we were
First created to share,
Both the nature and kingdom divine!
Now created again
That our lives may remain
Throughout time and eternity Thine.
Hallelujah we sing
To the heaven’s high King,
And His rapturous praises repeat;
To the Lamb that was slain,
Hallelujah again
Sing, all heaven, and fall at His feet.
162 Plenary
Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound;
Mine ears, attend the cry,
“Ye living men, come view the ground
Where you must shortly lie.”
[chorus]
Where you must shortly lie,
Where you must shortly lie,
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.”
[chorus]
Must lie as low as ours,
Must lie as low as ours,
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!
[chorus]
And yet prepared no more,
And yet prepared no more,
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
| Words | James Montgomery, 1826 |
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| Music | George Coles, 1835. Treble J. T. White, 1844. Alto Anna Blackshear, 1902 |
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| Meter | Long Meter Double (8,8,8,8,8,8,8,8) |
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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 blest 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 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 evening could yield us delight.
The prayers of our father, a sweet invocation,
For mercy by day and for safety at night.
O hymns of thanksgiving with harmonious 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,
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.
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 God’s Helping Hand
Lord, let Thy goodness lead our land,
Still saved by Thy almighty hand,
The tribute of its love to bring
To Thee, our Savior and our King.
Thy weary children need Thee still,
Our souls each day with grace to fill;
Be Thou our comfort and our friend,
And lead us safely to the end.
170 Exhilaration
O 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 never shall forget the day
When Jesus washed my sins away,
And then my troubles will be over,
Will be over,
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.
I soon shall pass the vale of death,
And in His arms resign my breath.
Then my troubles will be over.
O then my happy soul shall tell
My Jesus has done all things well.
Then my troubles will be over.
171 Exhortation
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.
[chorus]
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
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 thy youth,
In nature’s smiling bloom,
Ere age arrives, and trembling waits
Its 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 sea,
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.
178t 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?
178b Gaines
O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace!
My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honors of Thy name.
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.
O 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 rather sigh and groan than live.
182 Newburgh
Let ev’ry creature join
To praise th’eternal God;
Ye heav’nly hosts, 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 And Jesus Crucified
Vain, delusive world, adieu,
With all of creature good;
Only Jesus I pursue,
Who bought us with His blood.
All thy pleasures I forego,
I trample on thy wealth and pride;
Only Jesus shall I know,
And Jesus crucified!
Other knowledge I disdain,
’Tis all but vanity;
Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain,
He tasted death for me.
Me to save from endless woe
The sin atoning victim died;
Only Jesus shall I know,
And Jesus crucified!
185 Pilgrim’s Farewell
| Words | v. 1 Samuel Crossman, 1664, alt. v. 2–3 The Western Missionary Magazine, 1803 |
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| Music | The Psalmodist’s Companion, 1793, and Field, 1802. Alto W. M. Cooper, 1902 |
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| Meter | Long Meter (8,8,8,8) |
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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.
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.
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;
Good will henceforth from heav’n to men
Begin and never cease.
187 Protection
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 Ephesus
Great God, the heav’ns’ 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.
189 Montgomery
Early, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek Thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away
Without Thy 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
| Words | The Southern Harmony, 1835 |
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| Music | Arr. The Southern Harmony, 1835. Alto William Walker, 1835 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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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 blessings 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’ns’ 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
| Words | Divine Songs, 1814 |
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| Music | Arr. Andrew Gramling, 1835. Alto William Walker, 1867 |
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| Meter | Long Meter Double (8,8,8,8,8,8,8,8) |
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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 sov’reign 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.
O 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,
[chorus]
Where all is peace and love,
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,
[chorus]
Where all is peace and love,
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,
[chorus]
Where all is peace and love,
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;
O 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
Jesus shall reign where’er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
To Him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown His head;
His name like sweet perfume shall rise
With ev’ry morning sacrifice.
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,
O halle, hallelujah,
And taste the pleasure Jesus sends,
O halle, hallelujah.
Let nothing cause you to delay,
O halle, hallelujah:
But hasten on the good old way,
O halle, hallelujah.
Our conflicts here, though great they be,
O halle, hallelujah,
Shall not prevent our victory,
O halle, hallelujah.
If we but strive and watch and pray,
O halle, hallelujah:
Like soldiers in the good old way,
O halle, hallelujah.
Though Satan may his pow’r employ,
O halle, hallelujah,
Our happiness for to destroy,
O halle, hallelujah.
Yet never fear, we’ll gain the day,
O halle, hallelujah:
And shout and sing the good old way,
O halle, hallelujah.
213b Trembling Spirit
And am I born to die?
To lay this body down?
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown?
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 day with Thee on earth
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.
218 Mount Pleasant
There is a house not made with hands,
Eternal and on high;
And here my spirit waiting stands,
Till God shall bid it fly.
219 He Hath Saved Us
Jesus is our great salvation,
Worthy of our best esteem;
He has saved this congregation;
Join to sing aloud to Him:
[chorus]
He hath saved us, He hath saved us,
Christ alone could us redeem.
Let us never, Lord, forget Thee;
Make us walk as pilgrims here;
We will give Thee all the glory
Of the love that brought us near:
220 Mount Zion
| Words | Isaac Watts, 1707 |
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| Music | Bartholomew Brown, 1792. Alto B. P. Poyner, 1902 |
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| Meter | Short Meter Double (6,6,8,6,6,6,8,6) |
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The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav’nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
Then let your songs abound,
And ev’ry tear be dry;
We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground
To fairer worlds on high.
222 Ocean
Thy works of glory, mighty Lord,
That rul’st the boist’rous sea,
The sons of courage shall record,
Who tempt the dang’rous way.
At Thy command the winds arise,
And swell the tow’ring waves;
The men astonished mount the skies,
And sink in gaping graves.
223 Balm in Gilead
Long hast thou wept and sorrowed,
Poor mourner, dry thy tears;
Behold, with light and comfort
The God of love appears.
[chorus]
There’s balm in Gilead
To cure a sin-sick soul;
There’s balm in Gilead
To make the wounded whole.
The storm may roar about you,
Your heart may low be laid;
But God is ever near you,
And can you be dismayed?
The seed, before it flourish,
Must low in darkness lie;
And love, to live forever,
Must for a season die.
224 Save, Lord, or We Perish
When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming,
When o’er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming,
Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to cherish,
We fly to our Maker, Save, Lord, or we perish.
225t Reynolds
Forever blessed be the Lord,
My Savior and my shield;
He sends His Spirit with His word,
To arm me for the field.
A friend and helper so divine
Doth my weak courage raise;
He makes the glorious vict’ry mine,
And His shall be the praise.
225b Christmas Anthem
Oh, how charming
Are the radiant bands of music, music, music, music!
Oh, how charming
Are the radiant bands of music,
Flying in the air.
The church triumphant gives the tone
While they surround the holy throne,
In glory, with celestial arts,
Angelic armies tune their harps,
And raptured seraphs play their parts:
Strike, strike, strike their notes at our Redeemer’s birth.
227 Ode of Life’s Journey
I began life’s journey when young,
And the glitt’ring prospect charmed my eyes;
I saw joy after joy successive rise
Along the extended plain.
But soon I found ’twas all a dream,
And learned the fond pursuit to shun,
Where few can reach the purposed aim,
And thousands daily are undone.
228 Marlborough
O for a shout of sacred joy
To God the sov’reign King!
Let ev’ry land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.
229 Irwinton
| Words | Maxwell’s Hymns and Spiritual Songs, 1759 |
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| Music | Arr. T. W. Carter, 1844. Alto S. M. Denson, 1911 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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What poor, despised company
Of travelers are these,
That walk in yonder narrow way,
Along the rugged maze?
Ah, they are of a royal line,
All children of a King,
Heirs of immortal crowns divine,
And loud for joy they sing.
230 Converting Grace
As pants the hart for cooling streams
When heated in the chase,
So longs my soul, O God, for Thee,
And Thy refreshing grace.
Oh, for converting grace, and oh,
For sanctifying pow’r;
Lord, we ask in Jesus’ name,
A sweet, refreshing show’r.
For Thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;
Oh, when shall I behold Thy face,
Thy majesty divine?
Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing
Praise of Him who is thy God,
Thy health’s eternal spring.
231 Seiler
O what are all my suff’rings here,
If, Lord, Thou count me meet
With that enraptured host t’appear,
And worship at Thy feet!
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away,
But let me find them all again
In that eternal day.
232 Baptismal Anthem
In those days came John the Baptist, preaching in the wilderness of Judea,
And saying, Repent ye,
For the kingdom of heaven is at hand,
For this is he that was spoken of by the prophet Esaias, saying,
The voice of one crying in the wilderness,
Prepare ye the way of the Lord, make His paths straight.
And this same John had his raiment of camel’s hair
And bound with a leathern girdle;
and his meat was locusts and wild honey.
234 Reverential Anthem
Give unto the Lord the glory due unto His name;
Come into His courts,
Worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness.
Fear before Him, all the earth.
He shall judge the people righteously.
Let the heav’ns rejoice,
And the earth be glad before the Lord.
For he cometh
To judge the world with righteousness, and the people with His truth.
235 Long Sought Home
Jerusalem! my happy home!
Oh, how I long for thee!
When will my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?
[chorus]
Home, sweet home, my long-sought home,
My home in heav’n above.
Thy walls are all of precious stones,
Most glorious to behold!
Thy gates are richly set with pearl,
Thy streets are paved with gold.
My friends, I bid you all adieu;
I leave you in God’s care;
And if I here no more see you,
Go on; I’ll meet you there.
236 Easter Anthem
The Lord is ris’n indeed!
Hallelujah!
Now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the firstfruits of them that slept.
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah!
And did He rise?
Did He rise?
Hear it, ye nations!
Hear it, O ye dead!
He rose,
He burst the bars of death,
And triumphed o’er the grave.
Then, then I rose;
Then first humanity triumphant passed the crystal ports of light, and seized eternal youth.
Man, all immortal, hail; hail, Heaven, all lavish of strange gifts to man:
Thine’s all the glory, man’s the boundless bliss;
Thine’s all the glory, man’s the boundless bliss.
240 Christian Song
Mine eyes are now closing to rest;
My body must soon be removed,
And mold’ring, lie buried in dust,
No more to be envied or loved.
Ah! what is this drawing my breath,
And stealing my senses away?
O tell me, my soul, is it death,
Releasing me kindly from clay?
Now mounting, my soul shall descry
The regions of pleasure and love;
My spirit triumphant shall fly,
And dwell with my Savior above.
242 Revere
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?
243 Stanton
Brother, rest from sin and sorrow!
Death is o’er, and life is won;
On thy slumber dawns no morrow;
Rest! thine earthly race is run.
[chorus]
Hark! the golden harps are ringing;
Sounds angelic fill the air;
Millions now in heaven singing
Greet our joyful entrance there.
Brother, wake! the night is waning;
Endless day is round thee poured;
Enter thou the rest remaining
For the people of the Lord.
244 Plevna
I sing the mighty pow’r of God,
That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.
I sing the wisdom that ordained
The sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at His command,
And all the stars obey.
I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That filled the earth with food;
He formed the creatures with His word,
And then pronounced them good.
There’s not a plant or flow’r below
But makes Thy glories known;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from Thy throne.
245 Claremont
Vital spark of heav’nly flame,
Quit, oh, quit this mortal frame!
Trembling, hoping, ling’ring, flying,
Oh, the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.
Hark! they whisper; angels say,
Sister spirit, come away.
What is this absorbs me quite,
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
The world recedes; it disappears;
Heav’n opens on my eyes; my ears
With sounds seraphic ring.
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O grave, where is thy victory?
O death, where is thy sting?
250 Heavenly Vision
I beheld, and lo a great multitude, which no man could number,
Thousands of thousands, and ten times thousands
Stood before the Lamb, and they had palms in their hands, and they cease not day nor night, saying,
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty,
Which was, and is, and is to come.
And I heard a mighty angel flying through the midst of heav’n, crying with a loud voice:
Woe, woe, woe
Be unto the earth by reason of the trumpet which is yet to sound.
And when the last trumpet sounded, the great men and nobles, rich men and poor, bond and free, gathered themselves together, and cried to the rocks and mountains to fall upon them and hide them from the face of Him that sitteth on the throne:
For the great day of the Lord is come, and who shall be able to stand?
And who shall be able to stand?
254 Warsaw
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 in heart.
Your love to me has been most free,
Your conversation sweet;
How can I bear to journey where
With you I cannot meet?
255 Mechanicville
Great God, Thy glories shall employ
My holy fear, my humble joy;
My lips in songs of honor bring
Their tribute to th’eternal King.
256 Northampton
Come, let the fair and blooming youth
This read and feel the solemn truth;
Be ready now, for death may soon
Seize on your frame and cut you down.
257 Manatawny
Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the op’ning day.
Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be Thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.
258 Inspiration
Come, heav’nly love, inspire my song
With Thy immortal flame,
And teach my heart, and teach my tongue,
The Savior’s lovely name.
Oh, the rich depths of love divine!
Of bliss, a boundless store:
Dear Savior, let me call Thee mine;
I cannot wish for more.
259 Easton
What dost thou see, O watchman?
What dost thou see afar?
The gleaming of a banner,
The rising of a star.
Then cry aloud, O watchman,
With trumpet voice proclaim
To all a full salvation
Through Christ the Savior’s name.
260 Farewell Anthem
My friends, I am going a long and tedious journey,
Never to return.
Fare you well, my friends,
And God grant we may meet together in that world above,
Where trouble shall cease and harmony shall abound.
Hark! hark! my dear friends, for death hath called me,
And I must go, and lie down in the cold and silent grave,
Where the mourners cease from mourning and the pris’ner is set free,
Where the rich and the poor are both alike.
Fare you well, fare you well, my friends.
263 Every Grace
My Savior and my King,
Thy beauties are divine;
Thy lips with blessings overflow,
And ev’ry grace is Thine.
The smilings of Thy face,
How amiable they are!
’Tis heav’n to rest in Thine embrace,
And nowhere else but there.
264 Night Song
Great troubles with tumultuous noise
Like swelling seas around me spread;
Thy rising waves drown all my joys,
And roll tremendous o’er my head.
Yet will the Lord provide His love
When I address His throne by day,
Nor in the night His grace remove;
The night shall hear me sing and pray.
265 Gwehelog
I love to see the Lord below,
His church displays His grace;
But upper worlds His glory know,
And view Him face to face.
I love to worship at His feet,
Though sin annoy me there;
But saints, exalted near His seat,
Have no assaults to fear.
I love to meet Him in the courts,
And taste His heav’nly love;
But still His visits seem too short,
Or I too soon remove.
He shines and I am all delight;
He hides, and all is pain:
When will He fix me in His sight,
And ne’er depart again!
266 Chambersburg
Lo! I behold the scatt’ring shades,
The dawn of heav’n appears;
The sweet immortal morning spreads
Its blushes round the spheres.
How will our joy and wonder rise,
When our returning King
Shall bear us homeward through the skies
On love’s triumphant wing!
267 Parting Friends
Farewell, my friends, I’m bound for Canaan,
I’m trav’ling through the wilderness;
Your company has been delightful,
You, who doth leave my mind distressed.
I go away, behind to leave you,
Perhaps never to meet again;
But if we never have the pleasure,
I hope we’ll meet on Canaan’s land.
268 David’s Lamentation
David, the king, was grieved and moved;
He went to his chamber, his chamber and wept.
And as he went, he wept and said,
O my son! O my son!
Would to God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!
269 Bear Creek
Lord, when Thou didst ascend on high,
Ten thousand angels filled the sky;
Those heav’nly guards around Thee wait,
Like chariots that attend Thy state.
270 Confidence
| Words | Charles Wesley, 1742 |
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| Music | J. R. Turner, 1850. Alto W. M. Cooper, 1902 |
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| Meter | Long Meter Double (8,8,8,8,8,8,8,8) |
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Away, my unbelieving fear;
Fear shall in me no more have place;
My Savior doth not yet appear;
He hides the brightness of His face;
But shall I therefore let Him go,
And basely to the tempter yield?
No, in the strength of Jesus, no!
I never will give up my shield.
271t Arkansas
Farewell, farewell to all below;
My Savior calls, and I must go;
I’ll launch my boat upon the sea —
This land is not the land for me.
271b Restoration
How many years has man been driv’n
Far off from happiness and heav’n?
When wilt Thou, gracious Lord, restore
Thy wand’ring church to roam no more?
272 Exhortation
Now, in the heat of youthful blood,
Remember your Creator God!
Behold the months come hast’ning on
When you shall say, My joys are gone.
273 Milford
If angels sung a Savior’s birth
On that auspicious morn,
We well may imitate their mirth,
Now He again is born.
274t The Golden Harp
Farewell, vain world, I’m going home
To play on the golden harp.
My Savior smiles and bids me come
To play on the golden harp.
[chorus]
To play on the golden harp,
To play on the golden harp.
I want to be where Jesus is,
To play on the golden harp.
Sweet angels beckon me away
To play on the golden harp.
To sing God’s praise in endless day,
To play on the golden harp.
274b Roll Jordan
He comes! He comes! the Judge severe,
Roll, Jordan, roll;
The seventh trumpet speaks Him near,
Roll, Jordan, roll.
[chorus]
I want to go to heav’n, I do,
Hallelujah, Lord;
We’ll praise the Lord in heav’n above,
Roll, Jordan, roll.
His lightnings flash, His thunders roll,
Roll, Jordan, roll;
How welcome to the faithful soul!
Roll, Jordan, roll.
275t Loving-Kindness
Awake, my soul, to joyful lays,
Halle, hallelujah!
And sing the great Redeemer’s praise,
Halle, hallelujah!
He justly claims a song from me,
Halle, hallelujah!
His loving-kindness, O how free!
Halle, hallelujah!
He saw me ruined in the fall,
Halle, hallelujah!
Yet loved me notwithstanding all,
Halle, hallelujah!
He saved me from my lost estate,
Halle, hallelujah!
His loving-kindness, O how great!
Halle, hallelujah!
Though num’rous hosts of mighty foes,
Halle, hallelujah!
Though earth and hell my way oppose,
Halle, hallelujah!
He safely leads my soul along,
Halle, hallelujah!
His loving-kindness, O how strong!
Halle, hallelujah!
275b Roll On
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]
Roll on, roll on, sweet moments roll on,
And let the poor pilgrim go home, go home.
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.
276 Bridgewater
From all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Redeemer’s praise arise:
Let the Redeemer’s name be sung
Through ev’ry land, by ev’ry tongue.
277 Antioch
I know that my Redeemer lives,
Glory, hallelujah!
What comfort this sweet sentence gives,
Glory, hallelujah!
[chorus]
Shout on, pray on, we’re gaining ground,
Glory, hallelujah!
The dead’s alive and the lost is found,
Glory, hallelujah!
He lives to bless you with His love,
Glory, hallelujah!
He lives to plead my cause above,
Glory, hallelujah!
He lives to crush the fiends of hell,
Glory, hallelujah!
He lives and doth within me dwell,
Glory, hallelujah!
278t Love Shall Never Die
Long have I sat beneath the sound
Of Thy salvation, Lord,
And still how weak my faith is found
And knowledge of Thy word.
How cold and feeble is my love,
How negligent my fears!
How long my hopes of joys above,
How few affections there!
Show my forgetful feet the way
That leads to joys on high,
Where knowledge grows without decay,
And love shall never die.
278b Traveling Pilgrim
Farewell, vain world, I’m going home,
Where there’s no more stormy clouds to rise.
My Savior smiles and bids me come,
Where there’s no more stormy clouds to rise.
[chorus]
To the land, to the land,
To the land I am bound,
Where there’s no more stormy clouds to rise.
Sweet angels beckon me away,
Where there’s no more stormy clouds to rise.
To sing God’s praise in endless day,
Where there’s no more stormy clouds to rise.
279 Mink Hollow
| Words | William Bengo Collyer, 1812, Isaac Watts, 1707, and Benjamin Beddome, 1794 |
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| Music | Keillor Mose, 2023 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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| Copyright | 2025 Sacred Harp Publishing Company |
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Lay Thy supporting, gentle hand
Beneath my sinking head,
And let a beam of life divine
Illume my dying bed.
I could renounce my all below
If my Redeemer bid,
And run, if I were called to go,
And die as Moses did.
Oh, for an overcoming faith
To cheer my dying hours,
To triumph o’er the monster, death,
And all his frightful pow’rs.
If I must die, and die I must,
Let some kind seraph come,
And bear me on his friendly wing
To my eternal home.
280 Westford
Far from my thoughts, vain world, be gone!
Let my religious hours alone:
Fain would my eyes my Savior see;
I wait a visit, Lord, from Thee.
My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire.
Come, my dear Jesus, from above,
And feed my soul with heav’nly love.
Blest Jesus, what delicious fare!
How sweet Thine entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.
282 I’m Going Home
Farewell, vain world, I’m going home!
My Savior smiles and bids me come,
And I don’t care to stay here long!
Sweet angels beckon me away,
To sing God’s praise in endless day,
And I don’t care to stay here long!
[chorus]
Right up yonder, Christians, away up yonder;
Oh, yes, my Lord, for I don’t care to stay here long.
I’m glad that I am born to die;
From grief and woe my soul shall fly,
And I don’t care to stay here long!
Bright angels shall convey me home,
Away to New Jerusalem,
And I don’t care to stay here long!
283 Sabbath Morning
Come, let us join with one accord,
In hymns around the throne;
This is the day our risen Lord
Hath made and called His own.
[chorus]
Then let us in His name sing on,
And hasten that great day
When our Redeemer shall come down,
And shadows pass away.
This is the day which God hath blest,
The brightest of the sev’n;
A type of everlasting rest,
That saints enjoy in heav’n.
284 Garden Hymn
The Lord into His garden comes,
The spices yield a rich perfume,
The lilies grow and thrive;
Refreshing show’rs of grace divine
From Jesus flow to ev’ry vine,
And make the dead revive.
Come, brethren, you who 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.
285t Arnold
| Words | Charles Wesley, 1759 |
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| Music | Leonard P. Breedlove, 1850. Alto E. P. Boroughs, 1867 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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Come, let us join our friends above
That have obtained the prize,
And on the eagle wings of love
To joy celestial rise.
Let all the saints terrestrial sing
With those to glory gone,
For all the servants of our King
In heav’n and earth are one.
One family, we dwell in Him,
One church above, beneath,
Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream of death.
One army of the living God,
To His command we bow;
Part of the host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now.
285b Land of Rest
O land of rest, for thee I sigh:
When will the moments come
When I shall lay my armor by,
And dwell with Christ at home?
286 Heavenly Home
While trav’ling through the world below,
Where sore afflictions come,
My soul abounds with joy to know
That I will rest at home.
[chorus]
I’ll bid farewell to all below,
And to my Savior go.
My soul’s delight has been to sing
Of glorious days to come,
When I shall, with my God and King,
Forever rest at home.
287 Cambridge
The Lord will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow;
Then tell me, gracious God, is mine
A contrite heart, or no?
I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
Insensible as steel;
If aught is felt, ’tis only pain
To find I cannot feel.
I sometimes think myself inclined
To love Thee, if I could;
But often feel another mind
Averse to all that’s good.
My best desires are faint and few,
I fain would strive for more;
But, when I cry, “My strength renew,”
Seem weaker than before.
Thy saints are comforted, I know,
And love Thy house of prayer;
I sometimes go where others go,
But find no comfort there.
288 White
Ye fleeting charms of earth, farewell,
Your springs of joy are dry.
My soul now seeks another home,
A brighter world on high.
[chorus]
I’m a long time traveling here below,
I’m a long time traveling away from home;
I’m a long time traveling here below
To lay this body down.
Farewell, my friends, whose tender care
Has long engaged my love;
Your fond embrace I now exchange
For better friends above.
289 Greensborough
There is a land of pure delight
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
There everlasting spring abides,
And never-with’ring flow’rs;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heav’nly land from ours.
Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.
But tim’rous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea,
And linger, shiv’ring on the brink,
And fear to launch away.
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.
290 Victoria
Alas! and did my Savior bleed?
And did my Sov’reign die?
[chorus]
I have but one more river to cross,
And then I’ll be at rest.
Would He devote His sacred head
For such a worm as I?
291 Majesty
| Words | Thomas Sternhold, 1561 |
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| Music | William Billings, 1778. Alto Hugh W. McGraw, 1971 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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The Lord descended from above,
And bowed the heav’ns most high;
And underneath His feet He cast
The darkness of the sky.
On cherubs and on cherubims,
Full royally He rode,
And on the wings of mighty winds
Came flying all abroad.
292 Behold the Savior
Behold the Savior of mankind
Nailed to the shameful tree!
How vast the love that Him inclined
To bleed and die for thee.
Hark, how He groans! while nature shakes,
And earth’s strong pillars bend!
The temple’s veil in sunder breaks,
The solid marbles rend.
’Tis done! the precious ransom’s paid;
“Receive my soul,” He cries:
See where He bows His sacred head!
He bows His head and dies.
But soon He’ll break death’s anxious chain
And in full glory shine;
O Lamb of God, was ever pain,
Was ever love like Thine?
293 Midnight Hour
How long, dear Savior, O how long
Shall this bright hour delay?
Fly swift around, ye wheels of time,
And bring the promised day.
294 Rocky Road
I’m enlisted on the road,
I’m almost done traveling,
Enlisted on the road,
I’m almost done traveling,
I’m bound to go where Jesus is.
My soul shall ascend where Jesus is
To enjoy the peaceful home of rest,
I’m bound to go where Jesus is
And be there forever blest.
[chorus]
It’s a mighty rocky road,
I’m almost done traveling,
A mighty rocky road,
I’m almost done traveling,
I’m bound to go where Jesus is.
I’ve a father on the road,
He’s almost done traveling,
A father on the road,
He’s almost done traveling,
He’s bound to go where Jesus is.
His soul shall ascend where Jesus is
To enjoy the peaceful home of rest,
He’s bound to go where Jesus is
And be there forever blest.
295 Iowa
Day of judgment, day of wonders!
Hark! the trumpet’s awful sound,
Louder than a thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round!
How the summons
Will the sinner’s heart confound.
At His call the dead awaken,
Rise to life from earth and sea;
All the pow’rs of nature shaken
By His looks prepare to flee:
Careless sinner!
What will then become of thee?
296 Sardinia
Behold the love, the gen’rous love
That holy David shows;
Behold his kind compassion move
For his afflicted foes!
When they are sick, his soul complains
And seems to feel the smart;
The spirit of the gospel reigns
And melts his pious heart.
How did his flowing tears condole,
As for a brother dead,
And fasting mortified his soul
While for their lives he prayed!
They groaned and cursed him on their bed,
Yet still he pleads and mourns;
And double blessings on his head
The righteous Lord returns.
O glorious type of heav’nly grace!
Thus Christ the Lord appears;
While sinners curse, the Savior prays
And pities them with tears.
He the true David, Israel’s King,
Blest and beloved of God,
To save us rebels dead in sin
Paid His own dearest blood.
297 Conversion
When God revealed His gracious name
And changed my mournful state,
My rapture seemed a pleasing dream,
The grace appeared so great.
The world beheld the glorious change
And did Thy hand confess;
My tongue broke out in unknown strains,
And sung surprising grace.
298 Providence
What shall I render to my God
For all His kindness shown?
My feet shall visit Thine abode,
My songs address Thy throne.
299 New Jerusalem
Lo, what a glorious sight appears
To our believing eyes:
The earth and seas are passed away,
And the old rolling skies!
From the third heav’n where God resides,
That holy, happy place,
The New Jerusalem comes down,
Adorned with shining grace.
300 Calvary
My thoughts that often mount the skies,
Go, search the world beneath,
Where nature all in ruin lies,
And owns her sov’reign — Death!
301 Greenland
| Words | Isaac Watts, 1719, and Anne Steele, 1760 |
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| Music | W. F. Moore, 1867. Alto S. M. Denson, 1911 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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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 blessings down
To cheer the plains below;
He makes the grass the mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow.
His steady counsels change the face
Of each declining year;
He bids the sun cut short his race
And wintry days appear.
On us His providence has shone,
With gentle shining rays;
Oh, may our lips and lives make known
His goodness and His praise.
302 Logan
The day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
O may we all remember well
The night of death draws near.
[chorus]
And when our days are past
And we from time remove,
O may we in Thy bosom rest,
The bosom of Thy love;
So death will soon disrobe us all
Of what we here possess.
Lord, keep us safe this night,
Secure from all our fears;
May angels guard us while we sleep,
Till morning light appears.
303 Heavenly Land
There is a land of pure delight
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
There everlasting spring abides,
And never-with’ring flow’rs;
Death like a narrow sea divides
This heav’nly land from ours.
304 Morgan
| Words | Isaac Watts, 1719 |
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| Music | The Easy Instructor, Part II, 1803 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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With songs and honors sounding loud,
Address the Lord on high!
Over the heav’ns He spreads His cloud,
And waters veil the sky.
He sends His show’rs of blessings down
To cheer the plains below;
He makes the grass the mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow.
306 Oxford
| Words | Isaac Watts, 1709 |
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| Music | Arr. John Massengale, 1850. Alto W. M. Cooper, 1902 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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Shepherds, rejoice! lift up your eyes,
And send your fears away:
News from the region 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;
With tears of joy in all your eyes,
Go, shepherds, kiss the Son.
308 The Lost City
O when shall I see Jesus,
And reign with Him above?
And from the flowing fountain
Drink everlasting love?
[chorus]
And to glory I will go.
Through grace I am determined
To conquer, though I die,
And then away to Jesus
On wings of love I’ll fly,
309 Living Lamb
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?
[chorus]
Oh, the Lamb, the living Lamb,
The Lamb of Calvary,
The Lamb that was slain, but lives again
To intercede for me.
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.
310 Weeping Savior
Alas! and did my Savior bleed?
And did my Sov’reign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
[chorus]
Oh, come, sinner, you will hear
The Savior say, “Weep not for me”;
See the Savior on the cross!
Oh, sinner, hear Him cry,
“Eloi, Eloi,
Lama sabachthani!”
Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While His dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.
But drops of grief can ne’er repay
The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away,
’Tis all that I can do.
311 Silver Street
Come, sound His praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing;
Jehovah is the sov’reign Lord,
The universal King.
Praise ye the Lord,
Hallelujah,
Praise ye the Lord,
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah,
Praise ye the Lord!
312t Sing to Me of Heaven
Oh, sing to me of heav’n
When I am called to die;
Sing songs of holy ecstasy
To waft my soul on high.
When cold and sluggish drops
Roll off my marble brow,
Burst forth in strains of joyfulness,
Let heav’n begin below.
When the last moment comes,
Oh, watch my dying face,
And catch the bright, seraphic gleam
Which on each feature plays.
Then to my ravished ear
Let one sweet song begin;
Let music charm me last on earth,
And greet me first in heav’n.
Then close my sightless eyes,
And lay me down to rest,
And clasp my cold and icy hands
Across my peaceful breast.
Then round my senseless clay
Assemble those I love,
And sing of heav’n, delightful heav’n,
My glorious home above.
312b Restoration
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 will rise and go to Jesus,
He’ll embrace me in His arms;
In the arms of my dear Savior,
O there are ten thousand charms.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount — O fix me on it —
Mount of God’s unchanging love.
313t Concord
The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.
The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav’nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
Then let our songs abound,
And ev’ry tear be dry;
We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground
To fairer worlds on high.
313b Cobb
Rise, rise, my soul, and leave the ground;
Stretch all thy thoughts abroad,
And rouse up ev’ry tuneful sound
To praise th’eternal God.
Creatures with all their endless race
Thy pow’r and praise proclaim;
But saints that taste Thy richer grace
Delight to bless Thy name.
314 Cleburne
All hail the pow’r of Jesus’ name,
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.
[chorus]
And crown Him Lord of all,
And crown Him Lord of all,
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.
[chorus]
And crown Him Lord of all,
And crown Him Lord of all,
Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
And crown Him Lord of all.
315 Immensity
Within Thy circling pow’r I stand;
On ev’ry side I find Thy hand:
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
I am surrounded still with God.
Lord, Thou hast searched and seen me through;
Thine eye commands, with piercing view,
My rising and my resting hours,
My heart and flesh with all their pow’rs.
316 New Hope
Jesus, what shall I do to show
How much I love Thy charming name?
Let my whole heart with rapture glow,
Thy boundless goodness to proclaim.
Lord, if a distant glimpse of Thee
Can give such sweet, such vast delight,
What must the joy, the triumph be
To dwell forever in Thy sight?
317 Jackson
I am a stranger here below,
And what I am is hard to know;
I am so vile, so prone to sin,
I fear that I’m not born again.
When I experience call to mind,
My understanding is so blind,
All feeling sense seems to be gone,
Which makes me think that I am wrong.
I find myself out of the way;
My thoughts are often gone astray;
Like one alone I seem to be;
Oh, is there anyone like me?
318 Present Joys
We thank the Lord of heav’n and earth,
Who hath preserved us from our birth,
[chorus]
For present joys, for blessings past,
And for the hope of heav’n at last.
How shall we half our task fulfill?
We thank Thee for Thy mind and will,
Redeemed us oft from death and dread,
And with Thy gifts our table spread,
319 Religion Is a Fortune
O when shall I see Jesus,
And reign with Him above?
Shout glory, halle, hallelujah.
And from the flowing fountain
Drink everlasting love?
Shout glory, halle, hallelujah.
[chorus]
When we all get to heaven,
We will shout aloud and sing,
Shout glory, halle, hallelujah.
Religion is a fortune,
And heaven is a home,
Shout glory, halle, hallelujah.
When shall I be delivered
From this vain world of sin?
Shout glory, halle, hallelujah.
And with my blessed Jesus
Drink endless pleasures in?
Shout glory, halle, hallelujah.
320 Funeral Anthem
I heard a great voice from heav’n saying unto me,
Write from henceforth, Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord:
Yea, saith the Spirit, for they rest
From their labors
And their works which do follow,
which do follow them,
Which do follow them.
321 Newnan
| Words | Joseph Hart, 1762 |
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| Music | J. P. Rees, 1859. Alto S. M. Denson, 1911 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear;
Repent, thy end is nigh!
Death at the farthest can’t be far;
O think before thou die!
Reflect: thou hast a soul to save;
Thy sins, how high they mount!
What are thy hopes beyond the grave?
How stands that dark account?
322 Man’s Redemption
The glorious plan of man’s redemption
By the Son of God was wrought,
To save the lost and ruined nation
So to heav’n we might be brought.
[chorus]
Glory, honor, and salvation,
To the Lamb, who once was slain;
Sound His praise through ev’ry nation,
May it never cease again.
His precious blood to save us streamed,
Lo! He sends salvation free,
And now the poor by Him redeemed
Find both life and liberty.
And now, dear friends, what more is wanted
Than what is already done?
Christ has to Himself sinners granted;
Will you then to ruin run?
323t Mullins
Jesus, grant us all a blessing;
Send it down, Lord, from above;
May we all go home a-praising
And rejoicing in Thy love.
[chorus]
Farewell, brethren, farewell, sisters,
Till we all shall meet again.
Jesus, pardon all our folly,
Since together we have been;
Make us humble, make us holy,
Cleanse us all from ev’ry sin.
323b Kingswood
When blooming youth is snatched away
By death’s resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay
Which pity must demand.
Let this vain world engage no more:
Behold the gaping tomb!
It bids us seize the present hour —
Tomorrow death may come.
Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,
When what we now deplore
Shall rise in full immortal prime,
And bloom to fade no more.
324 North Port
Jesus, my all, to heav’n is gone,
Glory, hallelujah;
He whom I fix my hopes upon,
Glory, hallelujah!
[chorus]
I want a seat in paradise,
Glory, hallelujah!
I love that union never dies,
Glory! hallelujah!
His track I see and I’ll pursue,
Glory, hallelujah;
The narrow way till Him I view,
Glory, hallelujah!
Lo! glad I come; and Thou, dear Lamb,
Glory, hallelujah;
Shalt take me to Thee as I am,
Glory, hallelujah!
325 Soldier of the Cross
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?
[chorus]
Or blush to speak His name,
Or blush to speak His name,
And shall I fear to own His cause,
Or blush to speak His name?
326 Weary Pilgrim
Come, and taste, along with me,
The weary pilgrim’s consolation:
Boundless mercy, running free,
The earnest of complete salvation.
Joy and peace in Christ I find;
My heart to Him is all resigned;
The fullness of His pow’r I prove,
The sweetness of redeeming love!
Jesus is the pilgrim’s portion,
Love as boundless as the ocean.
When the world and flesh would rise,
And strive to draw me from my Savior,
Strangers slight, or friends despise,
I then more highly prize His favor.
Friends, believe me when I tell,
If Christ be present all is well;
The world and flesh in vain may rise,
I all their efforts do despise.
In the world I’ve tribulation,
But in Christ sweet consolation.
327 Invitation
Hark! the Redeemer, from on high,
Sweetly invites His fav’rites nigh,
From caves of darkness and of doubt,
He gently speaks and calls us out:
“Come, my beloved, haste away,
Cut short the hours of thy delay;
Fly like a youthful hart or roe,
Over the hills where spices grow.”
328 Praise God
Oh, for a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free,
A heart that’s sprinkled with His blood,
So freely shed for me.
Oh, for a heart submissive, meek,
My great Redeemer’s throne,
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone.
Oh, for a humble, contrite heart,
Believing, true and clean,
Which neither life nor death can part
From Him that dwells within.
A heart in ev’ry thought renewed,
And full of love divine,
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good —
A copy, Lord, of Thine.
329 Vain World Adieu
When for eternal worlds we steer,
And seas are calm and skies are clear,
And faith in lively exercise,
And distant hills of Canaan rise,
The soul for joy then claps her wings,
And loud her hallelujah sings,
Vain world, adieu,
And loud her hallelujah sings,
Vain world, adieu.
With cheerful hope her eyes explore
Each landmark on the distant shore:
The trees of life, the pastures green,
The crystal stream — delightful scene.
Again for joy she claps her wings,
And loud her hallelujah sings,
Vain world, adieu,
And loud her lovely sonnet sings,
Vain world, adieu.
The nearer still she draws to land,
More eager all her pow’rs expand;
With steady helm, and free-bent sail,
Her anchor drops within the veil.
Again for joy she claps her wings,
And her celestial sonnet sings,
I’m there at last,
And her celestial sonnet sings,
I’m there at last.
330t Fellowship
Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love;
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.
We share our mutual woes,
Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.
When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be joined in heart,
And hope to meet again.
330b Chandesse
How long wilt Thou conceal Thy face?
My God, how long delay?
When shall I feel those heav’nly rays
That chase my fears away?
Be Thou my sun and Thou my shield,
My soul in safety keep;
Make haste before mine eyes are sealed
In death’s eternal sleep.
332 Sons of Sorrow
Hail, ye sighing sons of sorrow,
Learn with me your certain doom;
Learn with me your fate tomorrow —
Dead, perhaps, laid in the tomb!
See all nature fading, dying —
Silent, all things seem to mourn;
Life from vegetation flying,
Calls to mind the mold’ring urn.
Oft the autumn tempest rising
Makes the lofty forest nod;
Scenes of nature, how surprising,
Read in nature, Nature’s God.
And our sov’reign sole Creator
Lives eternal in the sky,
While we mortals yield to nature,
Bloom awhile, then fade and die.
Fast my sun of life’s declining,
Soon ’twill set in dismal night;
But my hopes, pure and refining,
Rest in future life and light.
Cease then trembling, fearing, sighing:
Death will break the sullen gloom;
Soon my spirit, flutt’ring, flying,
Shall be borne beyond the tomb.
333 Family Circle
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]
Bless the Lord, O my soul!
Praise the Lord, O my brother!
Shout and sing, O my sister!
Give Him glory, O my father!
And rejoice, O my mother!
And we’ll travel on together,
And we’ll join heart and hands for Canaan.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount — O fix me on it —
Mount of God’s unchanging love.
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.
334 Bainbridge Island
“He leadeth me” — O blessed thought!
O words with heav’nly comfort fraught!
Whate’er I do, where’er I be,
Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me.
[chorus]
He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful foll’wer I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.
Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,
By waters still, o’er troubled sea,
Still ’tis His hand that leadeth me.
Lord, I would place my hand in Thine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine,
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since ’tis my God that leadeth me.
And when my task on earth is done,
When by Thy grace the vict’ry’s won,
E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me.
335 Return Again
Savior, visit Thy plantation;
Grant us Lord, a gracious rain.
All will come to desolation,
Unless Thou return again.
[chorus]
Lord, revive us! Lord, revive us!
All our help must come from Thee;
Lord, revive us! O revive us!
All our help must come from Thee.
Keep no longer at a distance;
Shine upon us from on high.
Lest for want of Thy assistance,
Ev’ry plant should droop and die.
336 Eternal Home
Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home!
337 Mercy’s Free
What’s this that in my soul is rising?
Is it grace?
Which makes me keep for mercy crying,
Is it grace?
This work that’s in my soul begun,
It makes me strive all sin to shun,
It plants my soul beneath the sun,
Mercy’s free!
Great God of love, I can but wonder,
Mercy’s free!
Though I’ve no price at all to tender,
Mercy’s free!
Though mercy’s free, our God is just,
And if a soul should e’er be lost,
This will torment the sinner most:
Mercy’s free!
This truth through all our life shall cheer us,
Mercy’s free!
And through the vale of death shall bear us,
Mercy’s free!
And when to Jordan’s bank we come,
And cross the raging billows’ foam,
We’ll sing, when safely landed home:
Mercy’s free!
338 Sawyer’s Exit
How bright is the day when the Christian
Receives the sweet message to come,
To rise to the mansions of glory,
And be there forever at home,
[chorus]
And be there forever at home,
And be there forever at home,
To rise to the mansions of glory,
And be there forever at home.
The angels stand ready and waiting,
The moment the spirit is gone,
To carry it upward to heaven,
And welcome it safely at home,
[chorus]
And welcome it safely at home,
And welcome it safely at home,
To carry it upward to heaven,
And welcome it safely at home.
The saints that have gone up before us
All raise a new shout as we come,
And sing hallelujah the louder
To welcome the travelers home,
[chorus]
To welcome the travelers home,
To welcome the travelers home,
And sing hallelujah the louder,
To welcome the travelers home.
339 When I Am Gone
Shed not a tear o’er your friend’s early bier,
When I am gone;
Smile when the slow-tolling bell you shall hear,
When I am gone.
Weep not for me as you stand round my grave,
Think who has died His beloved to save,
Think of the crown all the ransomed shall wear,
When I am gone.
Plant you a rose that shall bloom o’er my grave,
When I am gone;
Sing a sweet song such as angels may have,
When I am gone.
Praise ye the Lord that I’m freed from all care,
Pray ye the Lord that my joys ye shall share,
Look up on high and believe that I’m there,
When I am gone.
340 Odem
Wonderful things of men are said
When they have passed away;
Flowers adorn the narrow bed
Over the lifeless clay.
[chorus]
Give me the roses while I live,
Something to cheer me on;
Useless the flowers you may give
After the soul is gone.
Life is the time for words of praise,
Hands clasp with friendly smile;
Blessings to cheer a pilgrim’s days
Are always well worthwhile.
341 The Lone Pilgrim
I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay,
And pensively stood by his tomb,
When in a low whisper I heard something say,
“How sweetly he sleeps here alone.”
The tempest may howl, and the loud thunders roar,
And gathering storms may arise;
Yet calm are his feelings, at rest is his soul,
The tears are all wiped from his eyes.
The cause of his Master propelled him from home,
He bade his companions farewell;
He blessed his dear children, who for him now mourn,
In far distant regions they dwell.
He wandered an exile and stranger from home,
No kindred or relative nigh;
He met the contagion and sank to his tomb,
His soul flew to mansions on high.
O tell his companions and children most dear
To weep not for him now he’s gone;
The same hand that led him through scenes most severe
Has kindly assisted him home.
342 The Old-Fashioned Bible
How painfully pleasing the fond recollection
Of youthful connection and innocent joy,
While blest with parental advice and affection,
Surrounded with mercy and peace from on high.
I still view the chairs of my father and mother,
Their offspring, as seated and ranged on each hand,
And the richest of books, which excels ev’ry other,
The family Bible that lay on the stand!
The old-fashioned Bible, the dear, blessed Bible!
The family Bible that lay on the stand!
My parents, though dear, are safe landed in glory,
Escaped to the mansions of heavenly rest,
Where seraphs and angels repeat the glad story
Of Jesus’ great mercy to sinners confessed.
They range the blest fields on the banks of the river,
Surveying the breadth of Immanuel’s land,
And they love Him and praise Him forever and ever,
The family Bible that lay on the stand!
The old-fashioned Bible, the dear, blessed Bible!
The family Bible that lay on the stand!
343 Happy Home
Oh yes, my Savior I will trust,
And though my body turns to dust,
[chorus]
Oh, what a happy time, when the Christians all get home,
And we’ll shout and praise the Lamb in glory!
My spirit shall fly out and sing
Eternal praises to my King;
344 Rainbow
’Tis by Thy strength the mountains stand,
God of eternal pow’r!
The sea grows calm at Thy command,
And tempests cease to roar.
The thirsty ridges drink their fill,
And ranks of corn appear.
Thy ways abound with blessings still,
Thy goodness crowns the year.
345t Jesus Is My Friend
Come life, come death, come, then, what will,
Jesus is my friend.
His footsteps I will follow still,
Jesus is my friend.
[chorus]
Jesus is my friend,
Oh! hallelujah;
Jesus is my friend.
345b I’m on My Journey Home
Oh, who will come and go with me?
I am on my journey home.
I’m bound fair Canaan’s land to see,
I am on my journey home.
[chorus]
Oh, come and go with me,
For I’m on my journey home.
346 The American Star
The spirits of Washington, Warren, Montgomery
Look down from the clouds with bright aspect serene.
Come, soldiers, a tear and a toast to their mem’ry,
Rejoicing they’ll see us as they once have been.
To us the high boon by the gods has been granted
To spread the glad tidings of liberty far.
Let millions invade us, we’ll meet them undaunted,
And conquer or die by th’American Star.
347t Christian’s Farewell
Brethren, farewell, I do you tell,
I’m sorry to leave, I love you so well.
Now I must go, where I don’t know,
Wherever Christ leads me
The trumpet to blow.
Here I have worked, labored awhile,
But labor is sweet if Jesus doth smile.
When I am done, I will go home
Where Jesus is smiling
And bids me to come.
347b Humility
In mercy let me live in peace
With Thee and all just men,
So that in age I will not be
Ashamed of what I’ve been.
For, Lord, Thou know’st my inmost thoughts,
And ev’ry deed I do;
I pray Thy mercy may extend
To my transgressions too.
Then, Lord, I pray, if this be true,
And all my sins forgiv’n,
So when I die, I pray that I
May dwell with Thee in heav’n.
348t Ainslie
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.
348b Fleeting Days
Time! what an empty vapor ’tis!
Our days, how swift they are,
Swift as an Indian arrow flies,
Or like a shooting star.
Our life is ever on the wing,
And death is ever nigh;
The moment when our lives begin
We all begin to die.
349 A Cross for Me
Must Jesus bear the cross alone,
And all the world go free?
No, there’s a cross for ev’ryone,
And there’s a cross for me.
The consecrated cross I’ll bear
Till death shall set me free;
And then go home my crown to wear,
For there’s a crown for me.
350 Nativity
O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace!
He breaks the pow’r of canceled sin,
He sets the pris’ner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood availed for me.
My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honors of Thy name.
351 Pittsford
In humble notes our faith adores
The great mysterious King,
While angels strain their noble pow’rs
And sweep th’immortal string.
352 Swanton
The voice of my beloved sounds
Over the rocks and rising grounds;
O’er hills of guilt and seas of grief
He leaps, he flies to my relief.
353 McGraw
My God, my King, Thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the song.
354t Lebanon
See, gracious God, before Thy throne,
Thy mourning people bend;
’Tis on Thy sov’reign grace alone,
On Thee our humble hopes depend.
How changed, alas, are truths divine,
For error, guilt, and shame!
What impious numbers, bold in sin,
Disgrace the holy Christian name!
O turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,
By Thy resistless grace;
Then shall our hearts obey Thy word,
And humbly we shall seek Thy face.
354b Happy Land
There is a happy land,
Far, far away,
Where saints in glory stand,
Bright, bright as day.
Oh, how they sweetly sing,
Worthy is our Savior King;
Loud let His praises ring,
Praise, praise for aye.
Come to that happy land;
Come, come away.
Why will ye doubting stand;
Why yet delay?
Oh, we shall happy be
When from sin and sorrow free;
Lord we shall live with Thee,
Blest, blest for aye.
Bright in that happy land
Beams ev’ry eye;
Kept by a Father’s hand,
Love cannot die.
Then shall His kingdom come;
Saints shall share a glorious home,
And bright above the sun,
We’ll reign for aye.
355 Torrington
When we in darkness walk,
Nor feel the heav’nly flame,
Then is the time to trust our God,
And rest upon His name.
Soon shall our doubts and fears
Subside at His control;
His loving-kindness shall break through
The midnight of the soul.
356 Boundless Grace
Great God, let all my tuneful pow’rs
Awake and sing Thy mighty name;
Thy hand revolves my circling hours,
Thy hand from whence my being came.
Thus will I sing till nature cease,
Till sense and language are no more,
And after death Thy boundless grace
Through everlasting years adore.
357 Kedar
Hard lot of mine, my days are cast
Among the sons of strife,
Whose never-ceasing brawlings waste
My golden hours of life.
O might I fly to change my place,
How would I choose to dwell
In some wide lonesome wilderness,
And leave these gates of hell.
Peace is the blessing that I seek,
How lovely are its charms;
I am for peace, but when I speak,
They all declare for arms.
Should burning arrows smite them through,
Strict justice would approve;
But I had rather spare my foe,
And melt his heart with love.
358 Murillo’s Lesson
As down a lone valley with cedars o’erspread
From war’s dread confusion I pensively strayed,
The gloom from the face of fair heaven retired,
The winds hushed their murmurs, the thunders expired;
Perfumes as of Eden flowed sweetly along,
A voice as of angels enchantingly sung,
Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,
The queen of the world and the child of the skies!
359 The Bride’s Farewell
Farewell, Mother, tears are streaming
Down thy pale and tender cheek;
I, in gems and roses gleaming,
Scarce this sad farewell can speak.
Farewell, Mother, now I leave you,
Griefs and hopes my bosom swell,
One to trust who may deceive me:
Farewell, Mother, fare you well.
360 The Royal Band
Hosanna to Jesus! my soul’s filled with praises,
Come, O my dear brethren, and help me to sing;
No music so charming, no look is so warming,
It gives life and comfort and gladness within.
Hosanna is ringing: O how I love singing,
There’s nothing so sweet as the sound of His name;
The angels in glory repeat the glad story
Of love which in Jesus is made known to man.
Hosanna to Jesus! my soul how it pleases
To see sinners falling and crying to God;
Then shouting and praising, they cry, “’Tis amazing;
We’ve found peace and pardon in Jesus’s blood!”
Hosanna is ringing, hark, how they are singing,
“All glory to Jesus, we’ve tasted His love!”
The kingdom of heaven to mortals is given,
And rolls through my soul from the mansions above.
361 Loving Jesus
Here’s my heart, my loving Jesus —
Thou who didst from sin relieve us;
Take the purchase of Thy blood!
Loving Jesus, Thou hast bought a ransom!
Glory, glory, honor, praise, and power,
Glory, glory to the Lord!
Glory, honor, praise, and power
Be unto the Lamb forever!
Glory, glory to the Lord!
362 Norwich
| Words | Isaac Watts, 1707 |
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| Music | Arr. D. P. White, 1850, from Samuel Holyoke, 1803 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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Oh, the delights, the heav’nly joys,
The glories of the place
Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams
Of His o’erflowing grace!
Sweet majesty and awful love
Sit smiling on His brow,
And all the glorious ranks above
At humble distance bow.
364 Southwell
“’Tis finished,” the Redeemer said,
And meekly bowed His dying head.
While we the sentence scan,
Come, sinners, and observe the word;
Behold the conquest of the Lord,
Complete for sinful man.
366 Bremen
My God, I am Thine;
What a comfort divine,
What a blessing to know that my Jesus is mine!
In the heavenly Lamb
Thrice happy I am,
And my heart it doth dance at the sound of His name.
True pleasures abound
In the rapturous sound,
And whoever hath found it hath paradise found:
My Jesus to know,
And feel His blood flow,
’Tis life everlasting, ’tis heaven below.
Yet onward I haste
To the heavenly feast:
Oh, that is the fullness; but this is the taste!
And this I shall prove,
Till with joy I remove
To the heaven of heavens in Jesus’s love.
367 Nassau
Ye weary, heavy-laden souls,
Who are oppressed and sore,
Ye trav’lers through the wilderness
To Canaan’s peaceful shore,
Through chilling winds and beating rains
And waters deep and cold,
And enemies surrounding us,
Take courage and be bold.
368 Stony Point
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 eye.
369 Send a Blessing
Oh, tell me no more of this world’s vain store;
The time for such trifles with me now is o’er.
A country I found where true joys abound;
To dwell I’m determined on that happy ground.
[chorus]
Send a blessing,
Send a blessing just now.
The souls that believe in paradise live,
And me in that number will Jesus receive;
My soul, don’t delay — He calls thee away;
Rise, follow thy Savior and bless the glad day.
But this I do find: we two are so joined,
He’ll not live in glory and leave me behind;
So this is the race I’m running through grace
Henceforth — till admitted to see my Lord’s face.
370 Monroe
Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow Thee;
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be.
Perish ev’ry fond ambition,
All I’ve sought or hoped or known;
Yet how rich is my condition,
God and heav’n is still my own.
Let the world despise and leave me;
They have left my Savior, too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me;
Thou art not, like them, untrue.
And while Thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love and might,
Foes may hate and friends disown me;
Show Thy face, and all is bright.
Man may trouble and distress me,
’Twill but drive me to Thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me;
Heav’n will bring me sweeter rest.
O, ’tis not in grief to harm me,
While Thy love is left to me!
O ’twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
371 Heavenly Dove
Come, Holy Spirit, heav’nly Dove,
With all Thy quick’ning pow’rs,
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
Come, Holy Spirit, heav’nly Dove,
With all Thy quick’ning pow’rs,
Come, shed abroad a Savior’s love,
And that shall kindle ours.
372 Rockport
My soul, be on thy guard;
Ten thousand foes arise;
The hosts of sin are pressing hard
To draw thee from the skies.
O watch and fight and pray;
The battle ne’er give o’er;
Renew it boldly ev’ry day,
And help divine implore.
Ne’er think the vict’ry won,
Nor lay thine armor down;
The arduous work will not be done
Till thou obtain thy crown.
Fight on, my soul, till death
Shall bring thee to thy God;
He’ll take thee at thy parting breath
To His divine abode.
373 Homeward Bound
The Lord is leading me today;
His love shines all around:
Delight I find along the way,
For I am homeward bound.
Soon the great call for me will come;
I’ll lay my armor down,
From Him no more again to roam,
For I am homeward bound.
I never knew the happiness
That in His love is found;
Until He came, my soul to bless,
And now I’m homeward bound.
He raised me from the depths of sin
To higher, solid ground;
I’m drinking endless pleasure in,
Since I am homeward bound.
It will not give me cause to fear
To hear the trumpet sound;
And as that happy time draws near,
I still am homeward bound.
Soon I will strike the heav’nly lyre,
With saints of great renown,
And join that great harmonious choir;
Oh, I am homeward bound!
374 Oh, Sing with Me!
| Words | Mary Morrison, 1854 |
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| Music | Priscilla R. Lancaster, 1859. Alto Anna Blackshear, 1902 |
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| Meter | Long Meter Double (8,8,8,8,8,8,8,8) |
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Oh! sing with me of social spheres
Where breathes in kindness mutual love,
Where no ungentle look appears,
Though faithfulness should ev’n reprove.
Come, sing of all that’s bright and fair
In azure sky and beauteous earth;
Oh! sing of heav’n, our hopes are there,
With treasures of immortal worth.
375 Love the Lord
Alas! and did my Savior bleed?
And did my Sov’reign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
[chorus]
O who is like Jesus? hallelujah,
Praise ye the Lord;
There’s none like Jesus, hallelujah,
Love and serve the Lord.
376 Help Me to Sing
Ye souls who are bound unto Canaan,
Come join in and help me to sing
The praises of my loving Jesus,
My Prophet, my Priest, and my King.
His name is most sweetly melodious,
’Twill help you most swiftly to move;
While Jesus Himself is the leader,
We’re bound by the cords of His love.
377 Eternal Praise
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.
378t Heavenly Port
On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan’s fair and happy land
Where my possessions lie.
[chorus]
We’ll stem the storm, it won’t be long,
The heav’nly port is nigh;
We’ll stem the storm, it won’t be long,
We’ll anchor by and by.
When shall I reach that happy place
And be forever blest?
When shall I see my Father’s face,
And in His bosom rest?
378b Never Turn Back
When to that blessed world I rise,
I’ll never turn back any more;
And join the anthems in the skies,
I’ll never turn back any more.
[chorus]
Any more, any more,
Any more, my Lord:
I’ll never turn back any more.
379 Span of Life
| Words | Frances Maria Cowper, 1792 |
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| Music | S. M. Brown, 1870. Alto J. W. McCoy, 1902 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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My span of life will soon be gone,
The passing moments say,
As length’ning shadows o’er the mead
Proclaim the close of day.
O that my heart might dwell aloof
From all created things,
And learn that wisdom from above
Whence true contentment springs.
Ere first I drew this vital breath,
From nature’s prison free,
Crosses in number, measure, weight,
Were written, Lord, for me.
But Thou, my Shepherd, Friend, and Guide,
Hast kindly led me on,
Taught me to rest my fainting head
On Christ, the Cornerstone.
So comforted and so sustained,
With dark events I strove,
And found them rightly understood,
All messengers of love;
With silent and submissive awe,
Adored a chast’ning God,
Revered the terrors of His law,
And humbly kissed the rod.
380 Lawrenceburg
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.
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.
381 Wells Second
There is a house not made with hands,
Eternal and on high;
And here my spirit waiting stands,
Till God shall bid it fly.
Shortly this prison of my clay
Must be dissolved and fall;
Then, O my soul, with joy obey
Thy heav’nly Father’s call.
I long to see my friends again,
And hear them sweetly say:
“Come, weary dove, here is thy home,
Then fold thy wings and stay.”
382 Coston
Dear friends, farewell! I do you tell,
Since you and I must part;
I go my way, and here you stay,
But still we’re joined in heart.
Your love to me has been most free,
Your conversation sweet;
How can I bear to journey where
With you I cannot meet?
383 Eternal Day
| Words | Charles Wesley, 1759 |
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| Music | J. P. Rees, 1859. Alto Anna Blackshear, 1902 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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O what of all my suff’rings here,
If, Lord, Thou count me meet
With that enraptured host t’appear,
And worship at Thy feet!
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away,
But let me find them all again
In that eternal day.
O what hath Jesus bought for me,
Before my ravished eyes?
Rivers of life divine I see,
And trees of paradise.
I see a world of spirits bright,
Who taste the pleasures there;
They all are robed in spotless white,
And conqu’ring palms they bear.
384 Panting for Heaven
Oh, when will the period appear
When I shall unite in your song?
I’m weary of lingering here,
And I to your Savior belong.
I’m fettered and chained up in clay;
I struggle and pant to be free:
I long to be soaring away,
My God and my Savior to see.
385t Fight On
Fight on, my soul, till death
Shall bring thee to thy God;
He’ll take thee at thy parting breath
Up to His blest abode.
385b Can I Leave You?
Yes, my native land, I love thee,
All thy scenes I love them well,
Friends, connections, happy country,
Can I bid you all farewell?
[chorus]
Can I leave you,
Far in distant lands to dwell?
Home, thy joys are passing lovely,
Joys no stranger heart can tell;
Happy home, indeed I love thee;
Can I, can I, say “Farewell”?
Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure,
Holy days and Sabbath bell,
Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure,
Can I say a last farewell?
386 Christ Our Song
| Words | Isaac Watts, 1707, and John Cennick, 1764 |
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| Music | T. B. McGraw, 1935 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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| Copyright | 1936 Sacred Harp Publishing Company |
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Awake, my heart, arise, my tongue,
Prepare a tuneful voice;
In God, the life of all my joys,
Aloud will I rejoice.
When I appear in yonder cloud
With all the sacred throng,
Then will I sing more sweet, more loud,
And Christ will be my song.
387 Penick
While trav’ling through the world below,
Where sore afflictions come,
My soul abounds with joy to know
That I will rest at home.
[chorus]
Carry me home,
When my life is o’er;
Then carry me to my long-sought home,
Where pain is felt no more.
My soul’s delight has been to sing
Of glorious days to come,
When I shall, with my God and King,
Forever rest at home.
Yes, when my eyes are closed in death,
My body cease to roam,
I’ll bid farewell to all below,
And meet my friends at home.
My ceaseless pleasure then shall be,
Through endless days to come,
To sing that Jesus died for me
And range my peaceful home.
And then I want these lines to be
Inscribed upon my tomb,
“Here lies the dust of S. R. P.,
His spirit sings at home.”
388 The Happy Sailor
Come, tell of your ship, and what is her name?
Oh, tell me, happy sailor!
Come, tell of your captain, what is his fame?
Oh, tell me, happy sailor!
[chorus]
She’s the old ship of Zion, hallelu, hallelu!
And her captain Judah’s Lion, hallelujah!
Say, is her keel sound, her garner well stored?
Oh, tell me, happy sailor!
And will she leave other comrades on board?
Oh, tell me, happy sailor!
She will land us safe on Canaan’s bright shore,
Oh, glory, hallelujah!
We’ll land with our friends who’ve gone on before,
Oh, glory, hallelujah!
389 Fredericksburg
I need God’s blessings while I live,
And His undying love;
And then I want to sing His praise
In that sweet home above.
390 New Prospect
O land of rest, for thee I sigh:
When will the moment come
When I shall lay my armor by,
And dwell in peace at home,
And dwell in peace at home,
[chorus]
When I shall lay my armor by,
And dwell in peace at home?
No tranquil joy on earth I know,
No peaceful, shelt’ring dome;
This world’s a wilderness of woe,
This world is not my home,
O this is not my home,
[chorus]
This world’s a wilderness of woe,
O this is not my home.
Our tears shall all be wiped away
When we have ceased to roam,
And we shall hear our Father say,
Come dwell with me at home,
Come dwell with me at home,
[chorus]
And we shall hear our Father say,
Come dwell with me at home.
391 Sounding Joy
Behold the morning sun
Begins his glorious way;
His beams through all the nations run,
And life and light convey.
But when the gospel comes
It spreads diviner light;
It calls dead sinners from their tombs,
And gives the blind their sight.
My gracious God, how plain
Are Thy directions giv’n!
Oh, may I never read in vain,
But find the path to heav’n.
392 Manchester
| Words | Isaac Watts, 1707, and A Collection of Sacred Ballads, 1790 |
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| Music | Paine Denson, 1935 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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| Copyright | 1936 Sacred Harp Publishing Company |
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There is a land of pure delight
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
There everlasting spring abides, there spring abides,
And never-with’ring flow’rs;
Death like a narrow sea divides
This heav’nly land from ours.
There I shall bathe my weary soul
In seas of heav’nly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
When we’ve been there ten thousand years, ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we first begun.
393 Rebekah
Ye saints of ev’ry rank, with joy
To God your off’rings bring;
Let towns and cities, hills and vales,
With loud hosannas ring.
Let Him receive the glory due
To His exalted name;
With thankful tongues and hearts inflamed
His wondrous deeds proclaim.
394 The Messiah’s Praise
My heart and voice I raise
To spread Messiah’s praise:
Messiah’s praise — let all repeat:
The universal Lord,
Praise Him,
Let all praise Him,
By whose almighty word
Creation rose in form complete.
395 Unrath
God is the refuge of His saints,
When storms of sharp distress invade;
Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold Him present with His aid.
396 Notes Almost Divine
Oh, could I speak the matchless worth,
Oh, could I sound the glories forth,
Which in my Savior shine,
I’d soar and touch the heav’nly strings,
And vie with Gabriel while he sings
In notes almost divine.
Well, the delightful day will come
When my dear Lord will take me home,
And I shall see His face;
Then with my Savior, Brother, Friend,
A blest eternity I’ll spend,
Triumphant in His grace.
397 The Fountain
There is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel’s veins;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.
E’er since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme
And shall be till I die.
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save;
When this poor lisping, stamm’ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave.
398 The Dying Boy
I’m dying, Mother, dying now,
Please raise my aching head,
And fan my heated, burning brow;
Your boy will soon be dead.
Turn o’er my pillow once again,
And kiss my fevered cheek;
I’ll soon be freed from all the pain,
For now I am so weak.
399t The Dying Friend
Young people, hear me as your friend,
Whose days on earth are at an end;
Your talents to the Savior lend
And live forevermore.
His Word will guide you here below;
Great love and mercy He will show;
And then with Jesus you may go
And live forevermore.
With you no longer I may dwell,
But His great love for you I tell;
I’m ready now to bid farewell
And live forevermore.
399b Happy Christian
Oh, how happy are they
Who their Savior obey
And have laid up their treasures above;
Tongue can never express
The sweet comfort and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love.
That sweet comfort was mine
When the favor divine
I first found in the blood of the Lamb;
When at first I believed,
What true joy I received,
What a haven in Jesus’ sweet name.
’Twas a heaven below
My Redeemer to know,
And the angels could do nothing more
Than to fall at His feet
And the story repeat
And the lover of sinners adore.
400 Struggle On
Our praying time will soon be o’er,
Hallelujah,
We’ll join with those who’ve gone before,
Hallelujah.
[chorus]
Struggle on, struggle on,
Hallelujah,
Struggle on, for the work’s most done,
Hallelujah.
To love and bless and praise the name,
Hallelujah,
Of Jesus Christ, the bleeding Lamb,
Hallelujah.
401 Cuba
Go, preachers, and tell it to the world,
Poor mourners found a home at last.
[chorus]
Through free grace and a dying Lamb,
Poor mourners found a home at last.
Go, fathers, and tell it to the world,
Poor mourners found a home at last.
Go, mothers, and tell it to the world,
Poor mourners found a home at last.
402 Protection
The Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd’s care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye.
My noonday walks He shall attend,
My noonday walks He shall attend
And all my midnight hours defend.
With gloomy horrors overspread,
Though in the paths of death I tread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For Thou, O Lord, art with me still,
For Thou, O Lord, art with me still;
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
403 Heavenly Rest
How happy are the souls above,
From sin and sorrow free;
With Jesus they are now at rest,
And all His glory see,
[chorus]
And all His glory see,
And all His glory see,
With Jesus they are now at rest,
And all His glory see.
404 Youth Will Soon Be Gone
| Words | Divine Songs, 1814 |
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| Music | J. P. Rees, 1855. Alto S. M. Denson, 1911 |
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| Meter | Long Meter Double (8,8,8,8,8,8,8,8) |
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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 glowing cheeks
Must wither like the blasted rose;
The coffin, earth, and winding sheet
Will soon your active limbs enclose.
Ye heedless ones that wildly stroll,
The grave will soon become your bed,
Where silence reigns and vapors roll
In solemn darkness round your head.
Your friends will pass the lonesome place
And with a sigh move slowly on,
Still gazing on the spires of grass
With which your graves are overgrown.
Ye blooming youth, this is the state
Of all who do free grace refuse;
And soon with you ’twill be too late
The way of life and Christ to choose.
Come lay your carnal weapons by,
No longer fight against your God:
But with the gospel now comply,
And heav’n shall be your great reward.
405 The Marcellas
Children of the heav’nly King,
As we journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Savior’s worthy praise,
Glorious in His works and ways.
Fear not, brethren — joyful stand
On the borders of your land;
Jesus Christ, your Father’s Son,
Bids you undismayed go on.
Lord, submissive make us go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only Thou our leader be,
And we still will follow Thee.
406 New Harmony
I want to live a Christian here,
I want to die a-shouting,
I want to feel my Savior near
While soul and body’s parting.
I want to see bright angels stand
And waiting to receive me,
To bear my soul to Canaan’s land,
Where Christ is gone before me.
My heart is often made to mourn
Because I’m faint and feeble,
And when my Savior seems to frown,
My soul is filled with trouble.
But when He doth again return,
And I repent my folly,
’Tis then I after glory run,
And still my Jesus follow.
I have my bitter and my sweet
While through this world I travel;
Sometimes I shout, and often weep,
Which makes my foes to marvel.
But let them think, and think again,
I feel I’m bound for heaven;
I hope I shall with Jesus reign,
I therefore still will praise Him.
407 Charlton
My span of life will soon be gone,
The passing moments say,
As length’ning shadows o’er the mead
Proclaim the close of day.
O that my heart might dwell aloof
From all created things,
And learn that wisdom from above
Whence true contentment springs.
Ere first I drew this vital breath,
From nature’s prison free,
Crosses in number, measure, weight,
Were written, Lord, for me.
But Thou, my Shepherd, Friend, and Guide,
Hast led me kindly on,
Taught me to rest my fainting head
On Christ, the Cornerstone.
408 Weeping Mary
They crucified the Savior,
And nailed Him to the cross;
[chorus]
He arose,
And ascended in a cloud.
See, Mary comes a-weeping
To see where He was laid;
409 Exeter
O let me hear Thy blissful voice
Inspiring joys divine;
The barren desert shall rejoice
If only Thou art mine.
Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my heart
And raise my spirits high;
Thy smile can bid my pains depart
Though earthly comforts die.
410t The Dying Californian
Lay up nearer, brother, nearer,
For my limbs are growing cold;
And thy presence seemeth nearer,
When thine arms around me fold.
I am dying, brother, dying;
Soon you’ll miss me in your berth,
For my form will soon be lying
’Neath the ocean’s briny surf.
I am going, brother, going,
But my hope in God is strong;
I am willing, brother, knowing
That He doeth nothing wrong.
Hark! I hear the Savior speaking,
’Tis, I know His voice so well;
When I’m gone, O don’t be weeping,
Brother, hear my last farewell.
410b Mutual Love
O when shall I see Jesus,
And reign with Him above?
And from the flowing fountain
Drink everlasting love?
When shall I be delivered
From this vain world of sin?
And with my blessed Jesus
Drink endless pleasures in?
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.
411 Morning Prayer
Come, let us raise our voices high,
And form a sacred song
To Him who rules the earth and sky,
And does our days prolong.
Who through the night gave us to rest,
This morning cheered our eyes;
And with the thousands of the blest,
In health made us to rise.
Early to God we’ll send our prayer,
Make haste to pray and praise,
That He may make our good His care,
And guide us all our days.
And when the night of death comes on,
And we shall end our days;
May His rich grace the theme prolong
Of His eternal praise.
412 New Hosanna
Wake, O my soul, and hail the morn,
For unto us a Savior’s born;
See how the angels wing their way
To usher in the glorious day.
[chorus]
Glory, glory, let us sing,
While heav’n and earth His praises ring,
Hosanna,
Hosanna to the Lamb of God.
Hark! what sweet music, what a song,
Sounds from the bright celestial throng!
Sweet song, whose melting sounds impart
Joy to each raptured list’ning heart.
Come, join the angels in the sky,
Glory to God who reigns on high:
Let peace and love on earth abound,
While time revolves and years roll round.
413 Buffam Falls
Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now I’m 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!
414t Farewell Brethren
Brethren, I bid you all farewell,
And from my very heart
Affectionately I do tell
That you and I must part.
And if we part to meet no more
While we on earth remain,
O may we meet on Canaan’s shore,
And never part again.
There shall we join to sing God’s praise,
And all His wonders tell,
And triumph in His holy ways;
So, brethren, fare you well.
414b Parting Friend
| Words | The Sacred Harp, 1859 |
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| Music | Arr. J. C. Graham, 1859. Alto Anna Blackshear, 1902 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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The time must come when we must part,
When we must say farewell;
To part with you gives to my heart
A sting no one can tell.
When I am gone and far away,
I still will think of thee.
I’ll think of thee both night and day,
O then remember me.
415 Endless Praise
When we’ve been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we first begun.
There shall we join, and never tire,
To sing immortal lays,
And, with the bright seraphic choir,
Sound forth Immanuel’s praise.
416 The Christian’s Nightly Song
I’ll sing my Savior’s grace,
And His sweet name I’ll praise,
While in this land of sorrow I remain.
My sorrows soon shall end,
And then my soul ascend,
Where freed from trouble, sorrow, sin, and pain.
But oh, and shall I then
Behold the friend of men,
The man who suffered, bled, and died for me?
Who bore my load of sin,
And sorrow, grief, and pain,
To make me happy and to set me free.
417 Weeping Pilgrim
You may tell them, father, when you see them —
I’m a poor, mourning pilgrim, I’m bound for Canaan’s land.
You may tell them, mother, when you see them —
I’m a poor, mourning pilgrim, I’m bound for Canaan’s land.
[chorus]
I weep, and I mourn, and I move slowly on —
I’m a poor, mourning pilgrim, I’m bound for Canaan’s land.
You may tell them, brothers, when you see them —
I’m a poor, mourning pilgrim, I’m bound for Canaan’s land.
You may tell them, sisters, when you see them —
I’m a poor, mourning pilgrim, I’m bound for Canaan’s land.
418 Rees
There is a house not made with hands,
Eternal and on high;
And here my spirit waiting stands,
Till God shall bid it fly.
[chorus]
I long to see my friends again,
And hear them sweetly say:
“Come, weary dove, here is thy home,
Then fold thy wings and stay.”
Shortly this prison of my clay
Must be dissolved and fall;
Then, O my soul, with joy obey
Thy heav’nly Father’s call.
’Tis He, by His almighty grace,
That forms thee fit for heav’n;
And as an earnest of the place
Has His own Spirit giv’n.
419 Melancholy Day
| Words | Isaac Watts, 1707 |
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| Music | H. S. Rees, 1859. Alto W. M. Cooper, 1902 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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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.
420t Tides of Love
The cheerful waters never cease —
What swelling tides of love,
Cascading in such perfect peace,
Down from God’s throne above!
The fountain flows, a precious flood,
Its currents never end,
As pure and sweet as Jesus’ blood
That covered all our sin.
420b Bishop
Our Father’s gone to that bright land;
He dwells with Christ, the King,
And with the saints of old doth stand
While all the angels sing.
Around dear Mother’s bed we stood
And watched her dying face,
While Jesus bade her spirit come
And take a heav’nly place.
Their forms on earth no more we see,
They’re hidden from our view;
Their mem’ries linger still with me
As noble, good, and true.
Could we but stand and view that goal,
’Twould dry our briny tears;
True love and joy there to behold
Would banish all our fears.
421 Sweet Morning
The happy day will soon appear,
And we’ll all shout together in that morning.
When Gabriel’s trumpet you shall hear,
And we’ll all shout together in that morning.
[chorus]
Sweet morning,
And we’ll all shout together in that morning.
Behold the righteous marching home,
And we’ll all shout together in that morning.
And all the angels bid them come,
And we’ll all shout together in that morning.
422 Burdette
Oh, for a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free,
A heart made clean by Thy rich blood.
A heart made clean by Thy rich blood
So freely shed for me.
423t Grantville
Should earth against my soul engage,
And fiery darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan’s rage,
And face a frowning world.
423b Hall
The day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
O may we all remember well
The night of death is near.
And when our days are past
And we from time remove,
O may we in Thy bosom rest,
The bosom of Thy love.
424 Sweet Union
Awake, my soul, in joyful lays,
Oh, glory, hallelujah,
And sing thy great Redeemer’s praise;
Don’t you love God!
Glory, hallelujah.
[chorus]
There’s union in heav’n, and there’s union in my soul,
Oh, glory, hallelujah,
Sweet music in Zion’s beginning to roll;
Don’t you love God!
Glory, hallelujah.
He saw me ruined by the fall,
Oh, glory, hallelujah,
Yet loved me notwithstanding all;
Don’t you love God!
Glory, hallelujah.
I often feel my sinful heart,
Oh, glory, hallelujah,
Prone from my Savior to depart;
Don’t you love God!
Glory, hallelujah.
But though I have Him oft forgot,
Oh, glory, hallelujah,
His loving-kindness changes not;
Don’t you love God!
Glory, hallelujah.
425 Golden Streets
I am on my journey home.
To the New Jerusalem.
426t Kelley
My Christian friends, to whom I speak,
I have a crown in view.
My sinner friends, now will you seek,
How stands the case with you?
[chorus]
I know there is a paradise,
The saints all bid us come.
And He who reigns rules earth and sky,
O heaven is my home.
426b Jasper
Great God, let all my tuneful pow’rs
Awake and sing Thy praise.
I’ll sing God’s praise through endless days,
And live forevermore.
[chorus]
Behold the love the Savior showed
When He died upon the cross for sinners.
And whosoever will believe on Jesus’ word
Shall live and sing His praise above,
Through endless days to come,
In heav’n above, where all is love,
To live forevermore.
428 World Unknown
And am I born to die?
To lay this body down?
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown?
Waked by the trumpet’s sound,
I from my grave shall rise,
And see the Judge with glory crowned,
And see the flaming skies!
429 Red Sands
How happy is the pilgrim’s lot,
How free from ev’ry anxious thought,
From worldly hope and fear!
Confined to neither court nor cell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell,
He only sojourns here.
430 Arbacoochee
Behold the love, the gen’rous love,
That holy David shows;
Behold his kind compassion move
For his afflicted foes!
When they are sick, his soul complains
And seems to feel the smart;
The spirit of the gospel reigns,
And melts his pious heart.
431 New Bethany
Ere mountains reared their forms sublime,
Or heav’n and earth in order stood,
Before the birth of ancient times,
From everlasting Thou art God.
432 Cheves
Grace, ’tis a most delightful theme,
’Tis grace that rescues guilty man,
’Tis grace divine, all-conqu’ring, free,
Or it had never rescued me.
433 Springdale
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.
434 Fillmore
Great God, let all my tuneful pow’rs
Awake, and sing Thy mighty name;
Thy hand revolves my circling hours,
Thy hand from whence my being came.
Thus will I sing till nature cease,
Till sense and language are no more,
And after death Thy boundless grace
Through everlasting years adore.
435 Sacred Rest
Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
No mortal care shall fill my breast;
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David’s harp of solemn sound.
436 Morning Sun
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.
437 Enoch
When overwhelmed with grief
My heart within me dies,
Helpless, and far from all relief,
To heav’n I lift mine eyes.
O lead me to the Rock
That’s high above my head,
And make the covert of thy wings
My shelter and my shade.
Within thy presence, Lord,
Forever I’ll abide;
Thou art the tow’r of my defense,
The refuge where I hide.
438 The Blind Girl
Mother, they say the stars are bright,
And the broad heav’ns are blue;
I dream of them by day, by night,
And think them all like you.
I cannot touch the distant skies,
The stars ne’er speak to me;
Yet their sweet images arise
And blend with thoughts of thee.
I know not why, but oft I dream
Of the fair land of bliss;
And when I hear thy voice, I deem
That heav’n is like to this.
And when my heart to thine is pressed,
The tears dry from my face;
Sweet pleasure warms my beating breast —
’Tis heav’n in thine embrace.
O mother, will the God above
Show tenderness like thee?
Will He bestow such care and love
On a poor girl like me?
Dear mother, leave me not alone,
Go with me when I die;
Lead thy blind daughter to the throne
And stay in yonder sky.
439 Jordan
On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan’s fair and happy land
Where my possessions lie.
Oh, the transporting, rapt’rous scene
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight.
440 North Salem
My soul, come meditate the day,
And think how near it stands,
When thou must quit this house of clay,
And fly to unknown lands.
And you, mine eyes, look down and view
The hollow, gaping tomb;
This gloomy prison waits for you
Whene’er the summons come.
441 Raymond
Hark, the glad sound! the Savior comes,
The Savior promised long;
Let ev’ry heart prepare a throne,
And ev’ry voice a song.
He comes, the pris’ner to release,
In Satan’s bondage held;
The gates of brass before Him burst,
The iron fetters yield.
442 New Jordan
On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan’s fair and happy land
Where my possessions lie.
Oh, the transporting, rapt’rous scene
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight.
There gen’rous fruits that never fail
On trees immortal grow;
There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales,
With milk and honey flow.
All o’er those wide, extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son forever reigns
And scatters night away.
444 All Saints New
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.
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.
445 Passing Away
And must I be to judgment brought
And answer in that day
For ev’ry vain and idle thought
And ev’ry word I say?
[chorus]
We are passing away
To that great judgment day.
Yes, ev’ry secret of my heart
Shall shortly be made known
And I receive my just desert
For all that I have done.
How careful, then, ought I to be,
With what religious fear,
Who such a strict account must give
For my behavior here.
446 Infinite Day
There is a land of pure delight
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
There everlasting spring abides,
And never-with’ring flow’rs;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heav’nly land from ours.
Oh, could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And view 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.
447 Wondrous Cross
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
448t Consecration
There then to Thee Thine own I leave,
Mold as Thou wilt my passive clay;
But let me all Thy stamp receive,
But let me all Thy words obey,
Serve with a single heart and eye,
And to Thy glory live or die.
448b The Grieved Soul
Come, my soul, and let us try
For a little season,
Ev’ry burden to lay by,
Come and let us reason.
What is this that casts thee down?
Who are those that grieve thee?
Speak and let the worst be known;
Speaking may relieve thee.
449 Lovely Social Band
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?
Behold! I see, among the rest,
A host in richer garments dressed,
A host that near His presence stands,
And palms of vict’ry grace their hands.
Say, who are these I now behold,
With blood-washed robes and crowns of gold?
This glorious host is not unknown
To Him who sits upon the throne.
These are the foll’wers of the Lamb;
From tribulation great they came;
And on the hill of sweet repose
They bid adieu to all their woes.
Soon on the wings of love you’ll fly,
To join them in that world on high;
O make it now your chiefest care
The image of your Lord to bear.
450 Elder
Gently glides the stream of life,
Oft along the flow’ry vale;
Or impetuous down the cliff,
Rushing roars when storms assail.
Life’s an ever varied flood,
Always rolling to its sea;
Slow, or quick, or mild, or rude,
Tending to eternity.
451 Milton
O Thou whose mercy guides my way,
Though now it seems severe,
Forbid my unbelief to say,
There is no mercy here.
O may I, Lord, desire the pain
That comes in kindness down
Far more than sweetest earthly gain
Succeeded by a frown.
452t Peterborough
Approach, my soul, the mercy seat,
Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before His feet,
For none can perish there.
Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh;
Thou callest burdened souls to Thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.
Oh, wondrous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead Thy gracious name.
452b Martin
Jesus, Lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high!
Hide me, O my Savior, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
O receive my soul at last.
Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee:
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me.
All my trust on Thee is stayed,
All my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head
With the shadow of Thy wing.
Wilt Thou not regard my call?
Wilt Thou not accept my prayer?
Lo! I faint, I sink, I fall;
Lo! on Thee I cast my care.
Reach me out Thy gracious hand,
While I of Thy strength receive;
Hoping against hope I stand,
Dying, and behold I live!
453 Newbury
If angels sung a Savior’s birth
On that auspicious morn,
We well may imitate their mirth,
Now He again is born.
454 The Better Land
The road to glory seems so long,
And sorrows often take my song.
[chorus]
I’m going to a better land,
Where troubles are unknown,
All sorrow will be gone;
We’ll sing around the throne in sweet accord,
Adoring Jesus, our dear Lord.
From Jesus’ side I will not stray;
I know He’ll guide me all the way.
I know it is not very far
To heaven where my treasures are.
455 Soar Away
I want a sober mind,
An all-sustaining eye,
To see my God above,
And to the heavens fly.
[chorus]
I’d soar away above the sky,
I’d fly, and fly,
To see my God above.
I want a godly fear,
A quick, discerning eye
That looks to Thee, my God,
And sees the tempter fly.
[chorus]
I’d soar away above the sky,
I’d fly, and fly,
To see my God above,
I’d fly,
To see my God above.
[chorus]
I’d soar away above the sky,
I’d fly, and fly,
To see my God above,
I’d fly, and fly,
To see my God above.
[chorus]
I’d soar away above the sky,
I’d fly, and fly,
To see my God above,
I’d fly, fly, fly,
To see my God above.
456 Sacred Mount
Sing, O ye ransomed of the Lord,
Your great Redeemer sing.
[chorus]
Pilgrims for Zion’s city bound,
Be joyful in your King;
A hand divine shall lead you on,
Through all the blissful road,
Till to the sacred mount you rise,
And see your smiling God.
March on in your Redeemer’s strength,
Pursue His footsteps still.
457 Wayfaring Stranger
I am a poor wayfaring stranger,
While journ’ying through this world of woe;
Yet there’s no sickness, toil nor danger,
In that bright land to which I go.
I’m going there to see my Father,
I’m going there no more to roam;
I’m only going over Jordan,
I’m only going over home.
I know dark clouds will gather o’er me,
I know my way is rough and steep;
Yet beauteous fields lie just before me,
Where God’s redeemed their vigils keep.
I’m going there to see my Mother,
She said she’d meet me when I come;
I’m only going over Jordan,
I’m only going over home.
I want to wear a crown of glory,
When I get home to that good land;
I want to shout salvation’s story,
In concert with the blood-washed band.
I’m going there to meet my Savior,
To sing His praise forevermore;
I’m only going over Jordan,
I’m only going over home.
458 Friendship
“Mercy, O Thou Son of David!”
Thus poor blind Bartimeus prayed;
“Others by Thy grace 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.”
459 Hurricane Creek
Awake, my soul, in joyful lays,
Glory, hallelujah,
And sing thy great Redeemer’s praise,
Sing glory, hallelujah.
He justly claims a song from thee,
Glory, hallelujah,
His loving-kindness, O how free!
Sing glory, hallelujah, sing glory, halle, hallelujah.
Though num’rous hosts of mighty foes,
Glory, hallelujah,
Though earth and hell my way oppose,
Sing glory, hallelujah.
He safely leads my soul along,
Glory, hallelujah,
His loving-kindness, O how strong!
Sing glory, hallelujah, sing glory, halle, hallelujah.
460 Sardis
Come on, my fellow pilgrims, come,
And let us all be hast’ning home;
We soon shall land on yon blest shore,
Where pains and sorrows are no more;
There we our Jesus shall adore,
Forever blest.
No period then our joys shall know,
Secure from ev’ry mortal foe;
No sickness there, no want or pain
Shall e’er disturb our rest again,
When with Immanuel we reign,
Forever blest.
461 John 3:37
O help us, Lord! each hour of need
Thy heav’nly succor give;
Help us in thought and word and deed
Each hour on earth we live.
O help us when our spirits cry
With contrite anguish sore;
And when our hearts are cold and dry,
O help us, Lord, the more.
462 Faith and Hope
| Words | v. 1 Mercer’s Cluster, 1810. v. 2 Isaac Watts, 1707, and A Collection of Sacred Ballads, 1790 |
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| Music | A. M. Cagle, 1957 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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| Copyright | 1960 Sacred Harp Publishing Company |
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What shall I do? shall I lie down
And sink in deep despair?
Will He forever wear a 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.
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.
When we’ve been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we first begun.
463 Morel
Hosanna to the Prince of Light
That clothed Himself in clay,
Entered the iron gates of death,
And tore the bars away.
Behold, the Conqu’ror mounts aloft,
And to His Father flies,
With scars of honor in His flesh
And triumph in His eyes.
464 Sheppard
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!
465 Where There’s No Trouble and Sorrow
I have my troubles here below
As the narrow way I follow,
But there’s a land of peace and rest,
Where there’s no trouble or sorrow.
Yes, my loved ones now are over there,
And I know I soon will follow,
I’ll see my Savior in that land
Where there’s no trouble or sorrow.
466 Haynes Creek
A throne of grace, then let us go
And offer up our prayer;
A gracious God will mercy show
To all that worship there.
A throne of grace, oh, at that throne
Our knees have often bent,
And God has showered His blessing down
As oft, as often as we went.
467 Lisbon
Welcome, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast
And these rejoicing eyes.
My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.
468 Soul’s Delight
I know that my Redeemer lives
And guides me day by day;
He leads me through life’s narrow road
And hears me when I pray.
I’ll never walk alone again,
He is my soul’s delight;
He set me free from death and sin
To give eternal life.
469 Thy Strength
Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near,
Thy Savior’s gracious promise hear;
His faithful word declares to thee
That as thy days, thy strength shall be.
Should persecution rage and flame,
Still trust in thy Redeemer’s name;
In fiery trials thou soon shalt see
That as thy days, thy strength shall be.
When called to bear thy weighty cross,
Or sore affliction, pain, or loss,
Or deep distress, or poverty,
Still, as thy days, thy strength shall be.
470 The Mercy Seat
From ev’ry stormy wind that blows,
From ev’ry swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat:
’Tis found beneath the mercy seat.
[chorus]
There is a place where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads,
A place than all besides more sweet:
It is the blood-bought mercy seat.
There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friends hold fellowship with friends;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy seat.
471 Becket
Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope,
And fit us to ascend
Where the assembly ne’er breaks up,
And sabbaths never end.
When I appear in yonder cloud,
With all the sacred throng,
Then I will sing more sweet, more loud,
And Christ will be my song.
472 Akin
Within Thy circling pow’r I stand,
On ev’ry side I find Thy hand;
[chorus]
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
I am surrounded still with God.
With all my pow’rs of heart and tongue
I’ll praise my Maker in my song:
473 Carmarthen
Rejoice! the Lord is King:
Your Lord and King adore;
Mortals, give thanks and sing,
And triumph evermore:
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice!
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!
Rejoice in glorious hope!
Jesus the Judge shall come
And take His servants up
To their eternal home:
We soon shall hear the angel’s voice,
The trump of God shall sound: Rejoice!
The trump of God shall sound: Rejoice!
474 Mount Desert
Unshaken as the sacred hill,
And firm as mountains be,
Firm as a rock the soul shall rest
That leans, O Lord, on Thee.
Not walls or hills could guard so well
Old Salem’s happy ground,
As those eternal arms of love
That ev’ry saint surround.
475 A Thankful Heart
Give me a calm, a thankful heart
From ev’ry murmur free;
The blessing of Thy grace impart,
And make me live to Thee.
Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine
My life and death attend;
Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey’s end.
476 Eternal Ages
Descend from heav’n, immortal Dove;
Stoop down and take us on Thy wings,
And mount, and bear us far above
The reach of these inferior things:
[chorus]
Beyond, beyond this lower sky,
Up where eternal ages roll,
Where solid pleasures never die,
And fruits immortal feast the soul.
When shall the day, dear Lord, appear,
That I shall mount to dwell above,
And stand and bow among them there,
And view Thy face, and sing, and love?
477 Lord, We Adore Thee
Holy Lord, we worship Thee,
Thine are we eternally;
Yielded in Thy presence bow,
Let us share Thy favor now.
[chorus]
Holy Lord, holy Lord,
We have met in sweet accord;
As we bow before Thy shrine,
Make us, Savior, wholly Thine.
God of glory, pow’r, and grace,
Dying for the human race,
May we heed Thy service call,
Till the evening shadows fall.
478 Helen Hills Hills
Ah! whither can I go,
Burdened and sick and faint?
To whom should I my troubles show,
And pour out my complaint?
Come and possess me whole,
Nor hence again remove;
Oh, come and fix my wav’ring soul
With all Thy weight of love.
479 Chester
Let the high heav’ns your songs invite,
Those spacious fields of brilliant light,
Where sun and moon and planets roll,
And stars that glow from pole to pole.
Sun, moon and stars convey Thy praise
Round the whole earth and never stand:
So, when Thy truth began its race,
It touched and glanced on ev’ry land.
480 Redemption
There upon the cross of Calvary
Our blessed Savior died;
There between two thieves our blessed Lord
For us was crucified.
[chorus]
Oh, His blood was shed that we might live
With Him when life is o’er,
And upon the clouds of glory ride
Safe to that peaceful shore.
Oh! He suffered there for guilty man,
His life so freely gave,
When He paid the debt we could not pay
And triumphed o’er the grave.
481 Novakoski
Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
Then let our songs abound,
And ev’ry tear be dry;
We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground
To fairer worlds on high.
482 Mulberry Grove
My sands of life are running fast,
I can’t recall one moment past;
I’ve much to do in little space,
O can I yet be saved by grace?
O can I yet one effort make?
Thus far the Lord has led me on,
And I am near my final home;
So I must halt, recount my thoughts,
And tell the world I’m saved by grace;
This effort is my choice to make.
483 Golden Gardens
The heav’ns God’s glory do declare;
The skies His handworks preach;
Day utters speech to day, and night
To night doth knowledge teach.
There is no speech nor tongue to which
Their voice doth not extend;
Their line is gone through all the earth,
Their words to the world’s end.
484t Millbrook
How long, Thou faithful God, shall I
Here in Thy ways forgotten lie?
When shall the means of healing be
The channels of Thy grace to me?
Sinners on ev’ry side step in,
And wash away their pain and sin;
But I, a helpless sin-sick soul,
Still lie expiring at the pool.
Thou seest me lying at the pool;
I would, Thou know’st, I would be whole;
O let the troubled waters move,
And minister Thy healing love.
484b Parwich
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.
485 New Agatite
All hail the pow’r of Jesus’ name,
Let angels prostrate fall;
[chorus]
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.
His mercy and His righteousness
Let heav’n and earth proclaim;
486 Beneficence
That man is blest who stands in awe
Of God, and loves His sacred law:
His seed on earth shall be renowned
And with successive honors crowned.
His house a seat of wealth shall be,
An unexhausted treasury;
His justice, free from all decay,
Shall blessings to his heirs convey.
487 Lowndes
The morning walks upon the earth,
And man awakes to toil and mirth;
All living things and lands are gay —
Dear God, walk with me through the day.
Sweet is the breathing of the world,
As in Thy love it lies enfurled,
And blue and clear th’immortal sky;
’Tis Thine, and Thine its purity.
Now noon sits throned; her golden urn
Pours forth the sunshine! Laugh and burn
Cornland and meadow, lake and sea!
Lord of my life, pour love on me.
Slow comes the evening o’er the hill;
The labor of the world is still;
Homeward I go, and muse of Thee —
Father of home, abide with me.
488 Radiance
Thou lovely source of true delight,
Whom I unseen adore!
Unveil Thy beauties to my sight,
That I may love Thee more.
Thy glory o’er creation shines,
But in Thy sacred Word
I read in fairer, brighter lines
My bleeding, dying Lord.
Jesus! my Lord, my life, my light,
O come with blissful ray;
Break radiant through the shades of night,
And chase my fears away.
Then shall my soul with rapture trace
The wonders of Thy love;
But the full glories of Thy face
Are only known above.
489 The Savior’s Call
Come, wand’ring sheep, oh, come!
I’ll bind thee to my breast;
I’ll bear thee to my home,
And lay thee down to rest.
I saw thee stray forlorn,
And heard thee faintly cry;
And on the tree of scorn
For thee I deign to die.
I shield thee from alarms,
And wilt thou not be blest?
I bear thee in my arms;
Thou bear me in thy breast.
490 My Shepherd Guides
The Lord my precious Shepherd is,
He guides me day by day;
If I but trust His holy word,
In paths of right I’ll stay.
I’ll fear no evil if He leads,
Beside the waters still;
He anoints my head with oil so sweet,
My cup with joy He fills.
Though I walk through the valley dark,
No shadows will befall;
Thy rod, Thy staff, they comfort me;
Thou art my God, my all.
Surely Thy goodness and Thy love,
Thy mercy free on call,
Will keep me safe from sin and strife;
I’ll praise Thee, Lord of all.
491 Eagles’ Wings
O glorious hope of perfect love!
It lifts me up to things above,
It bears on eagles’ wings;
It gives my raptured soul a taste,
And makes me for some moments feast
With Jesus’ priests and kings.
No foot of land do I possess,
No cottage in the wilderness,
A poor wayfaring man;
I lodge awhile in tents below,
Or gladly wander as I go,
Till I my Canaan gain.
492 Invocation
Arise, my soul, my joyful pow’rs,
And triumph in my God;
Awake, my voice,
And loud proclaim His work;
Arise, my soul, awake, my voice,
And let all tunes of pleasure sing;
Loud hallelujahs shall address
The honors of her King.
493 Blessed Road
Rise, O my soul, pursue the path
By ancient heroes trod;
Aspiring view those holy men
Who lived and walked with God.
Though dead, they speak in reason’s ear
And in example live;
Their faith and hope and mighty deeds
Still fresh instruction give.
’Twas through the Lamb’s most precious blood
They conquered ev’ry foe,
And to His pow’r and matchless grace
Their crowns and honors owe.
Lord, may I ever keep in view
The patterns Thou hast giv’n,
And ne’er forsake the blessed road
Which led them safe to heav’n.
494 Harrison
While my Redeemer’s near,
My Shepherd and my Guide,
I bid farewell to ev’ry fear;
My wants are all supplied.
To ever-fragrant meads,
Where rich abundance grows,
His gracious hand indulgent leads,
And guards my sweet repose.
495 The Midnight Cry
When the midnight cry began,
O what lamentation,
Thousands sleeping in their sins,
Neglecting their salvation.
Lo, the Bridegroom is at hand,
Who will kindly treat Him?
Surely all the waiting band
Will now go forth to meet Him.
Some, indeed, did wait awhile,
Shone without a rival,
But they spent their seeming oil,
Long since last revival.
Many souls who thought they’d light,
Oh, when scene was closed,
Now against the Bridegroom fight,
And so they stand opposed.
496 The Rock That Is Higher than I
Convinced as a sinner, to Jesus I come,
Informed by the gospel for such there is room;
O’erwhelmed with sorrows for sin I will cry,
Lead me to the rock that is higher than I,
[chorus]
Higher than I, higher than I,
Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
When sorely afflicted and ready to faint,
Before my Redeemer I’ll spread my complaint;
Mid storms and distresses my soul shall rely
On Jesus, the rock that is higher than I,
’Tis there with the chosen of Jesus, I long
To dwell and eternally join in the song,
And praising and blessings, with angels on high,
It’s Jesus, the rock that is higher than I,
497t Natick
Bleeding hearts defiled by sin,
Jesus Christ can make you clean;
Contrite souls with guilt oppressed,
Jesus Christ can give you rest.
[chorus]
Sweet Redeemer from above,
Borne on wings of love.
You that mourn your follies past,
Precious hours and years laid waste,
Turn to God, O turn and live;
Jesus Christ can still forgive.
Fainting souls in peril’s hour,
Yield not to the Tempter’s pow’r;
On the risen Lord rely;
Jesus Christ now reigns on high.
497b Supplication
Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin;
Let Thy good Spirit ne’er depart,
Nor hide Thy presence from my heart.
I cannot live without Thy light,
Cast out and banished from Thy sight;
Thy holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
498 The Resurrection Day
Oh, Resurrection Day!
When Christ the Savior comes some morning fair,
The grave will open wide
And saints will rise to meet Him in the air.
[chorus]
Oh! may we meet in heav’n
To sing the praises of our Lord and King,
And gathered round the snow-white throne
Make heaven’s portals ring.
499t Pastures Green
My Shepherd will supply my need,
Jehovah is His name;
In pastures green He leads me on,
Beside the living stream.
With loving-kindness Thou hast drawn
My wand’ring heart to Thee.
With kind compassion send me on,
To all eternity.
499b At Rest
The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh;
’Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.
Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years,
An endless life of love.
Farewell, dear friends, farewell
For just a little while;
We’ll meet and sing on heaven’s shore,
Where parting comes no more.
500 Living Hope
Blest be the everlasting God,
The Father of our Lord;
Be His abounding mercy praised,
His majesty adored.
[chorus]
When from the dead He raised His Son
And called Him to the sky,
He gave our souls a living hope
That they should never die.
Saints by the pow’r of God are kept
Till the salvation come;
We walk by faith as strangers here,
Till Christ shall call us home.
501t Penn
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.
501b O’Leary
And will the Judge descend,
And must the dead arise,
And not a single soul escape
His all-discerning eyes?
How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day,
When earth and heav’n before His face
Astonished shrink away?
But ere the trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead,
Hark, from the gospel’s cheering sound,
What joyful tidings spread.
502 New York
When men of mischief rise
In secret ’gainst the skies,
Thy hand shall sweep them to the grave;
And oh! beyond the tomb,
How dreadful is their doom,
Where not a hand is reached to save!
503 Lloyd
My Savior and my King,
Thy beauties are divine;
Thy lips with blessing overflow,
And ev’ry grace is Thine.
The smilings of Thy face,
How amiable they are!
’Tis heav’n to rest in Thine embrace,
And nowhere else but there.
Nor earth nor all the sky
Can one delight afford —
No, not a drop of Thy real joy,
Without Thy presence, Lord.
504 Wood Street
When we, our wearied limbs to rest,
Sat down by proud Euphrates’ stream,
We wept with doleful thoughts oppressed,
And Zion was our mournful theme.
Our harps, that when with joy we sung
Were wont their tuneful parts to bear,
With silent strings neglected hung
On willow trees that withered there.
505 Where Ceaseless Ages Roll
Come on, my friends, and go with me,
For I am on my journey home;
My Savior welcomes you with me
To live where joys are ever known.
[chorus]
Come, go with me to that fair land
Where ceaseless ages roll, and roll,
Where ceaseless ages roll.
506 The Ark
When Noah with his favored few
Was ordered to embark,
Eight human souls, a little crew,
Entered on board his ark.
[chorus]
Jehovah shut them in,
The waters rage, the billows roar;
The Lord has shut them in,
The waters rage, the billows roar;
Jehovah shut them in.
507 Woodlands
Life is a span, a fleeting hour;
How soon the vapor flies!
Man is a tender, transient flow’r,
That e’en in blooming dies.
The once-loved form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs;
And nature weeps, her comforts fled,
And withered all her joys.
But wait the interposing gloom,
And lo! stern winter flies;
And dressed in beauty’s fairest bloom,
The flow’ry tribes arise.
Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,
When what we now deplore
Shall rise in full immortal prime
And bloom to fade no more.
508 Sermon on the Mount
And seeing, and seeing the multitudes, He went
Up into a mount; and when He was set, His disciples came unto Him.
He opened His mouth; there blessings poured out to the children about, and none were left out.
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see the kingdom of heav’n.
The meek He blessed with righteousness; the weak, the dumb, the blind ones too, will sing to His praise when we all reach home.
510 Corley
Holy Spirit, faithful guide,
Ever near the Christian’s side;
Gently lead us by the hand,
Pilgrims in a barren land;
[chorus]
Weary souls fore’er rejoice
While they hear that sweetest voice
Whisper softly,
“Follow me, I’ll guide thee home.”
Ever present, truest friend,
Ever near Thine aid to lend,
Leave us not to doubt and fear,
Groping on in darkness drear;
511 The Great Redeemer
Look up, my soul, with cheerful eyes,
See where the great Redeemer lives;
I’ll build an altar to His name
And to the world proclaim His grace.
512 The Spirit Shall Return
When the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars
Be not darkened, or the clouds return after the rain, or the silver cord be loosed,
Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was,
And the spirit shall return unto God, who gave it.
513 Oakland
Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound;
Mine ears, attend the cry,
“Ye living men, come view the ground
Where you must shortly lie.”
Great God! is this our certain doom?
And are we still secure?
Still walking downward to the tomb,
And yet prepared no more!
514 Choctawhatchee
There is a song of triumph
They sing upon that shore,
That Jesus has redeemed us
To suffer nevermore.
Then casting our eyes backward
Upon the race we’ve run,
We’ll shout aloud, Hosanna,
Deliverance has come!
515 Rockbridge
My dear Redeemer and my Lord,
I read my duty in Thy Word;
But in Thy life the law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.
Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervor of Thy prayer;
The desert Thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict and Thy vict’ry, too.
Be Thou my pattern; make me bear
More of Thy gracious image here;
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name
Among the foll’wers of the Lamb.
516 Granada
Blest be the dear uniting love
That will not let us part;
Our bodies may far off remove,
We still are one in heart.
517 Mars Hill
How shall the young secure their hearts
And guard their lives from sin?
Thy Word the choicest rule imparts
To keep the conscience clean.
Thy Word is everlasting truth;
How pure is ev’ry page!
That holy book shall guide our youth
And well support our age.
518 Heavenly Anthem
The heavens declare the glory of God;
The firmament showeth His handiwork.
Day unto day utt’reth speech;
Night unto night showeth knowledge.
There is no speech nor language where their voice is not heard.
Their line is gone out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world.
The law of the Lord is perfect,
Converting the soul:
The testimony of the Lord is sure, making wise the simple.
The statutes of the Lord are right, rejoicing the heart:
The commandment of the Lord is pure, enlightening the eyes.
Moreover, by them is Thy servant warned.
Let the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart
Be acceptable in Thy sight, O Lord, my strength and my Redeemer.
520 Ata
I cannot bear Thine absence, Lord,
My life expires if Thou depart;
Be thou, my heart, still near my God,
And Thou, my God, be near my heart.
I was not born for earth or sin,
Nor can I live on things so vile;
Yet I would stay my Father’s time,
And hope and wait for heav’n awhile.
Then, dearest Lord, in Thine embrace
Let me resign my fleeting breath,
And, with a smile upon my face,
Pass the important hour of death.
521 Parting Friends
Our cheerful voices let us raise
And sing a parting song;
Although I’m with you now, my friends,
I can’t be with you long.
For I must go and leave you all;
It fills my heart with pain;
Although we part, perhaps in tears,
I hope we’ll meet again.
522 Ye Heedless Ones
Ye heedless ones who wildly stroll,
The grave will soon become your bed,
Where silence reigns and vapors roll
In solemn darkness round your head.
Your friends will pass this lonesome place
And with a sigh move slowly on,
Still gazing on the spires of grass
With which your graves are overgrown.
523 Just for a Day
Just for a day, dear Lord, with Thee,
My soul from earthly care set free:
No other hand to guide my way,
No other voice to answer nay.
There’s naught in life so great as this;
No other one can give such bliss;
’Tis only through our Lord’s command
That we in mercy there may stand.
Only a day, dear Lord with Thee,
And I, Thy servant, glad to be;
Only Thy face just let me see,
And in death’s hour remember me.
524 Moonlight
While the empress of the night
Scatters mild her silver light;
While the vivid planets stray
Various through their mystic way;
While the stars unnumbered roll
Round the ever-constant pole;
Far above these spangled skies,
All my soul to God shall rise.
525 Imandra
I love Thee, my Savior; I love Thee, my Lord;
I love Thy dear people, Thy ways, and Thy word;
With tender emotion I love sinners too,
Since Jesus has died to redeem them from woe.
I find Him in singing; I find Him in prayer;
In sweet meditation He always is near;
My constant companion, O may we ne’er part!
All glory to Jesus, He dwells in my heart.
526 Schwab
In grandeur see the royal line,
Oh glory, halle, hallelujah.
In glitt’ring robes the sun outshine,
Oh glory, halle, hallelujah.
[chorus]
Hallelujah, hallelujah, and we all shall live in glory, hallelujah.
When Christ the Judge with joy proclaims,
Oh glory, halle, hallelujah.
“Here come my saints, I’ll own their names,”
Oh glory, halle, hallelujah.
527 My Life and Breath
He saw me sinking in distress,
And flew to my relief;
For me He bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.
[chorus]
To Him I owe my life and breath
And all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death,
And saves me from the grave.
To heav’n, the place of His abode,
He brings my weary feet,
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joys complete.
528 Showers of Blessings
| Words | Isaac Watts, 1719 |
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| Music | Arr. A. A. Blocker, 1959, from Joseph Stone, 1793 |
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| Meter | Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6) |
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| Copyright | 1960 Sacred Harp Publishing Company |
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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 blessings down
To cheer the plains below;
He makes the grass the mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow.
530 A Glad New Song
I’ve learned to sing a glad new song
Of praise unto our King!
And now with all my ransomed pow’rs
His praises I will sing.
I’ve learned to sing the song of peace;
’Tis sweeter ev’ry day,
Since Jesus calmed my troubled soul,
And bore my sins away.
I’ve learned to sing the song of joy;
My cup is running o’er
With blessings full of peace and love,
And still there’s more and more.
Soon I shall sing the glad new song
Of Moses and the Lamb,
With all the sainted hosts above,
Before the great I Am.
531 Clayton
A broken heart, my God, my King,
To Thee a sacrifice I bring;
The God of grace will ne’er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.
My soul lies humbled in the dust
And owns Thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.
O may Thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my pow’rs shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.
532 Peace and Joy
In the cross of Christ I glory,
Tow’ring o’er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.
When the woes of life o’ertake me,
Hopes deceive and fears annoy,
Never shall the cross forsake me;
Lo! it glows with peace and joy.
When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming
Adds more luster to the day.
Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure
By the cross are satisfied;
Peace is there that knows no measure,
Joys that from all time abide.
534 New Georgia
The mighty hand of God doth reign,
As in the ages past;
His blood has entered death’s domain
To guide us home at last.
His praise we’ll sing the earth around,
His praise we’ll sing,
And upward lift our eyes,
While slumb’ring tenants of the ground
In living armies rise.
When sun and moon, and earth, and stars,
And time shall be no more,
Through His own blood and battle scars
We’ll land on Canaan’s shore.
His praise forever we shall sing,
His praise we’ll sing,
And mount the upper sky,
And to the palace of our King
On wings of love we’ll fly.
535 Shawmut
O that I could repent!
With all my idols part,
And to Thy gracious eye present
A humble, contrite heart.
A heart with grief oppressed
For having grieved my God,
A troubled heart that cannot rest
Till sprinkled with Thy blood.
Jesus, on me bestow
The penitent desire;
With true sincerity of woe
My aching breast inspire.
With soft’ning pity look,
And melt my hardness down;
Strike with Thy love’s resistless stroke,
And break this heart of stone.
536 Sweet Majesty
Oh, the delights, the heav’nly joys,
The glories of the place
Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams
Of His o’erflowing grace!
Sweet majesty and awful love
Sit smiling on His brow,
And all the glorious ranks above
At humble distance bow.
537 Portsmouth
Come, sinners, to the gospel feast;
Let ev’ry soul be Jesus’ guest;
Ye need not one be left behind,
For God hath bidden all mankind.
Come, all ye souls by sin oppressed,
Ye restless wand’rers after rest!
Yield to His love’s resistless pow’r,
And fight against your God no more.
This is the time, no more delay;
This is the glorious gospel day:
Come in this moment at His call,
And live for Him who died for all.
538 Hampton
Ye flow’ry plains, proclaim His skill;
Valleys lie low before His eye;
And let His praise from ev’ry hill
Rise tuneful to the neighb’ring sky.
Speak of the wonders of that love
Which Gabriel plays on ev’ry chord:
From all below, and all above,
Loud hallelujahs to the Lord.
539 Simena
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.
My tongue repeats her vows,
“Peace to this sacred house!”
For there my friends and kindred dwell;
And since my glorious God
Makes thee His blest abode,
My soul shall ever love thee well.
540 Nidrah
How charming is the place
Where my Redeemer God
Unveils the beauties of His face
And sheds His love abroad.
Give me, O Lord, a place
Within Thy blest abode,
Among the children of Thy grace,
The servants of my God.
541 Willkie
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.
542 I’ll Seek His Blessings
My hope is in the Lord,
The blessed, bleeding Lamb;
I’ll seek His blessings ev’ry noon,
And pay my vows at night.
543 Thou Art God
Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
Through endless years the same.
From everlasting Thou art God,
Through endless years the same.
Under the shadow of Thy throne,
Still may we dwell secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.
544 Youthful Blessings
May God His richest blessings give
To you, my dear young friend,
And make you useful while you live,
And save you at the end.
Your youthful days will soon be gone,
For time is flying by;
Our days and years pass swiftly on,
We’ll soon be called to die.
545 Somers
Our moments fly apace,
Our feeble pow’rs decay;
Swift as a flood our hasty days
Are sweeping us away.
546 My Brightest Days
My God, the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights!
In darkest shades if He appears,
My dawning is begun:
He is my soul’s sweet morning star,
And He’s my rising sun.
547 Granville
Remember, Lord, our mortal state;
How frail our lives! how short the date!
Where is the man that draws his breath,
Safe from disease, secure from death?
Lord, while we see whole nations die,
Our flesh and sense repine and cry;
Must death forever rage and reign?
Or hast Thou made mankind in vain?
548 Wootten
I soon shall view the promised land,
I soon shall sing with the angels’ band,
For Jesus’ blood has made me free;
And I soon shall sing in eternity.
[chorus]
I want to live for Jesus ev’ry day,
I want to sing His praises once again,
I want to feel that He is ever near
To guard and guide my weary soul
To that eternal world of joy.
549 Phillips’ Farewell
My days on earth are almost gone;
The things I want can not be won;
It is the Lord that freely gives,
It’s where He lives I want to live.
It is one thing I surely know:
It is to heav’n I want to go,
To sing His praise where angels sing,
To praise my Lord and Savior King.
My life has been to sing God’s praise,
In hope of the eternal days;
I mean to do the best I can
And meet you in the promised land.
My friends have been so good to me,
And where you go I want to be.
My love for you no tongue can tell,
Dear loving friends, so fare you well.
550 Blissful Dawning
My God, the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights!
In darkest shades if Thou appear,
My blissful dawning is begun:
Thou art my soul’s bright morning star,
And Thou my rising sun.
551 Jacob’s Vision
As Jacob with travel was weary one day,
And at night on a stone for a pillow he lay,
There he saw in a vision a ladder so high,
That its foot was on earth and its top in the sky.
[chorus]
Alleluia to Jesus who died on the tree,
And hath raised up a ladder of mercy for me.
The ladder is long, it is strong and well made,
It stood hundreds of years, and is not yet decayed;
Many millions have climbed it and reached Zion’s hill,
And the thousands by faith are now climbing it still.
Come, let us ascend! All may climb it who will,
For the angels of Jacob are guarding it still.
There are regions of light, there are mansions of bliss;
Oh, then, who would not climb such a ladder as this?
553 Anthem on the Beginning
In the beginning was the Word,
And the Word was with God,
And the Word was God.
The same was in the beginning with God.
All things were made by Him,
And without Him was not any thing made that was made.
In Him was life; and the life was the light of men.
And the light shineth in darkness, and the darkness comprehendeth it not.
There was a man sent from God, whose name was John,
Who came to bear witness of that light,
That all men through Him might believe.
John was not that light,
But was sent to bear witness of that light, the true light that cometh into the world, and the world was made by Him.
556 Portland
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.
557 New Farewell
Farewell, my loving friends, farewell!
We must be separated,
In diff’rent regions we must dwell,
Distantly situated.
O let not this our friendship chill,
Though mountains rise between us;
May truth and justice guide our will,
And God from evil screen us.
558 Living Streams
My Shepherd is the Lord most high,
And all my wants He will supply;
In pastures green He makes me lie,
And leads by streams that never die.
He in His mercy doth restore
My soul when sinking in distress;
For His name’s sake He evermore
Leads me in paths of righteousness.
Yea, though I walk through death’s dark vale,
E’en there no evil shall I fear,
Because Thy presence shall not fail;
Thy rod and staff my soul shall cheer.
For me a table Thou hast spread
Before the faces of my foes;
With oil Thou dost anoint my head,
My cup is full and overflows.
560 My Home
We are told there is a home
In a land beyond the sky;
I hope to reach that happy place
Where the soul shall never die.
And when my blessed Savior bids me come,
Then I shall live in heav’n above,
And see my Savior’s face;
I’ll thank Him for His Son,
And praise Him for His saving grace
And wonders of His love.
561 Cunningham
Gently, Lord, O gently lead us
Through this gloomy vale of tears,
Through the changes Thou’st decreed us,
Till our last great change appears.
[chorus]
O refresh us with Thy blessing,
O refresh us with Thy grace;
May Thy mercies, never ceasing,
Fit us for Thy dwelling place.
When temptation’s darts assail us,
When in devious paths we stray,
Let Thy goodness never fail us,
Lead us in Thy perfect way.
562 Mournful Joy
Alas! I knew not what I did;
But now my tears are vain:
Where shall my trembling soul be hid?
For I the Lord have slain!
Thus, while His death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue,
Such is the myst’ry of His grace,
It seals my pardon too.
563 Suffield
Teach me the measure of my days,
Thou Maker of my frame;
I would survey life’s narrow space,
And learn how frail I am.
A span is all that we can boast,
An inch or two of time;
Man is but vanity and dust
In all his flow’r and prime.
See the vain race of mortals move
Like shadows o’er the plain;
They rage and strive, desire and love,
But all their noise is vain.
564 Zion
While trav’ling down life’s weary road
Of troubles and despair,
We sometimes long for peace and joy
That waits God’s children there.
No pain nor death will we see there
On that delightful shore,
But all will be peace, joy, and love
With Christ forevermore.
565t Hebron
Thus far the Lord hath led me on,
Thus far His pow’r prolonged my days;
And ev’ry evening shall make known
Some fresh memorials of His grace.
Much of my time has run to waste,
And I, perhaps, am near my home;
But He forgives my follies past,
And gives me strength for days to come.
I lay my body down to sleep;
Peace is the pillow for my head,
While well-appointed angels keep
Their watchful stations round my bed.
565b The Hill of Zion
The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav’nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
Then let our songs abound,
And ev’ry tear be dry;
We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground
To fairer worlds on high.
566 Gum Pond
Lord, Thou hast searched and seen me through;
Thine eye commands, with piercing view,
My rising and my resting hours,
My heart and flesh with all their pow’rs.
My thoughts, before they are my own,
Are to my God distinctly known;
He knows the words I mean to speak
Ere from the op’ning lips they break.
If I should try to shun Thy sight
Beneath the spreading veil of night,
One glance of Thine, one piercing ray,
Would kindle darkness into day.
567 The Great Day
I’ve a long time heard that there will be a judgment,
That there will be a judgment in that day.
O there will be a judgment in that day,
O sinner, where will you stand in that day?
I’ve a long time heard that the sun will be darkened,
That the sun will be darkened in that day.
O the sun will be darkened in that day,
O sinner, where will you stand in that day?
I’ve a long time heard that the moon will be bleeding,
That the moon will be bleeding in that day.
O the moon will be bleeding in that day,
O sinner, where will you stand in that day?
I’ve a long time heard that the stars will be falling,
That the stars will be falling in that day.
O the stars will be falling in that day,
O sinner, where will you stand in that day?
I’ve a long time heard that the earth will be burning,
That the earth will be burning in that day.
O the earth will be burning in that day,
O sinner, where will you stand in that day?
568 I Want to Go to Heaven
I want to go to heav’n, I do,
I want to see His face,
I want to hear Him sweetly say,
Come dwell with me at home.
[chorus]
I’m going home to be with Christ,
To live through endless days,
And there with saints and angels join
In hymns of joyful praise.
I want to work each day I live,
And do my Master’s will,
A life of faithful service give,
My mission to fulfill.
[chorus]
I’m going home to Christ,
I’m going home to be with Him,
To live through endless days,
And there with saints and angels join
In hymns of joyful praise.
569t Emmaus
Dear Lord, what heav’nly wonders dwell
In Thy atoning blood;
By this are sinners snatched from hell
And rebels brought to God.
O may the sweet, the blissful theme
Fill ev’ry heart and tongue,
Till strangers love Thy charming name,
And join the sacred song.
569b Sacred Throne
Beneath the sacred throne of God
I saw a river rise;
The streams were peace and pard’ning blood
Descending from the skies.
I stood amazed and wondered when
Or why this ocean rose
That wafts salvation down to men,
His traitors and His foes.
That sacred flood from Jesus’ veins
Was free to take away
A Mary’s or Manasseh’s stains
Or sins more vile than they.
570 Sleepers Awake!
Arise, my soul, awake, my voice,
And tunes of pleasure sing;
Loud hallelujahs shall address
My Savior and my King.
Arise, my soul, my joyful pow’rs,
And triumph in my God;
Awake!
Awake, my voice,
And loud proclaim His grace abroad.
571 Hamrick
Lord, I would be as Thou art;
Give me Thine obedient heart.
Thou art pitiful and kind;
Let me have Thy loving mind.
Let me above all fulfill
God my heav’nly Father’s will,
Never His good Spirit grieve,
Only to His glory live.
572 The Lamb of God
In those days came John the Baptist, preaching in the wilderness, crying with a loud voice, saying,
“Behold, the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of the world.”
573 Harpeth Valley
Where prophet’s word and martyr’s blood
And prayers of saints were sown,
We to their labors ent’ring in
Would reap where they have strown.
O Thou whose call our hearts has stirred!
To do Thy will we come,
Thrust in our sickles at Thy word
And bear our harvest home.
574 Thomaston
My days are as the grass
Or like the morning flow’r;
If one sharp blast sweeps o’er the field,
It withers in an hour.
575 Lisbon
Farewell, dear brethren of the Lord!
And I cannot tarry here;
Yet we believe His gracious word,
And I cannot tarry here.
[chorus]
And I cannot tarry here,
And I cannot tarry here;
The gospel sounds the jubilee,
And I cannot tarry here.