Abbildungen der Seite
PDF
EPUB
[ocr errors]

5 To him I cried, Thy servant save, "Thou ever good and just;

"Thy power can rescue from the grave,
"Thy power is all my trust!"

6 He heard,and sav'd my soul from death,
And dried my falling tears;
Now to his praise I'll spend my breath,
Through my remaining years.

HYMN 123. (L. M.)

On the same.

MY
Y God, since thou hast rais'd me up,
Thee I'll extol with thankful voice;
Restor'd by thine Almighty pow'r,
With fear before thee I'll rejoice.

2 With troubles worn, with pain op-
press'd,

To thee I cry'd, and thou didst save;
Thou didst support my sinking hopes,
My life didst rescue from the grave.
3 Wherefore, ye saints, rejoice with me,
With me sing praises to the Lord;
Call all his goodness to your mind,
And all his faithfulness record.
4 His anger is but short: his love,
Which is our life, hath certain stay,
Grief may continue for a night,

But joy returns with rising day.
5 Then, what I vow'd in my distress,
In happier hours I now will give,
And strive that in my grateful verse,
His praises may for ever live.

6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The blest and undivided three;
The one sole giver of all life,
Glory and praise for ever be.

FUNERALS.

HYMN 124. (C. M.)

EAR what the voice from heaven de

W

[blocks in formation]

WHEN those we love are snatch'd
By death's resistless hand, [away
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay
That friendship must demand.

2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
With awful power imprest;
May this dread truth,
"I too must die,"

Sink deep in ev'ry breast.

3 Let this vain world allure no more;
It bids us use the present hour,—
Behold the op'ning tomb;
To-morrow death may come.

4 The voice of this instructive scene
May every heart obey!
Nor be the faithful warning vain
Which calls to watch and pray
5 O let us to that Saviour fly,

Whose arm alone can save;
Then shall our hopes ascend on high,
And triumph o'er the grave.
HYMN 126.

HOW

(C. M.)

Death of a Young Person.
TOW short the race our friend has
Cut down in all his bloom!
The course but yesterday begun
Now finish'd in the tomb!

[run,

2 Thou joyous youth! hence learn how
Thy years may end their flight: [soon
Long, long before life's brilliant noon
May come death's gloomy night.

3 To serve thy God no longer wait,
To-day his voice regard;
To-morrow, mercy's open gate
May be for ever barr'd.

4 And thus the Lord reveals his grace
Thy youthful love to gain--

Hothose in Christ who die! [clares The soul that early seeks my face

"Releas'd from all their earthly cares,
"They'll reign with him on high."
2 Then why lament departed friends,
Or shake at death's alarins?
Death's but the servant Jesus sends
To call us to his arms.

3 If sin be pardon'd, we're secure,
Death hath no sting beside;
The law gave sin its strength and power;
But Christ, our ransom, died!

4 The graves of all his saints he bless'd,
When in the grave he lay;
And, rising thence, their hopes he rais'd
To everlasting day!

Shall never seek in vain.

HYMN 127.

Death of an Infant.

(L. M.)

AS the sweet flow'r that scents the

morn,

But withers in the rising day;

Thus lovely was this infant's dawn
Thus swiftly fled its life away.

2

It died ere its expanding soul
Had ever burnt with wrong desires,
Had ever spurn'd at heaven's control,
Or ever quench'd its sacred fires.
3 It died to sin, it died to cares,

5 Then, joyfully, while life we have,
To Christ, our life, we'll sing,
"Where is thy victory, O grave?
"And where, O death, tiny sting?"

But for a moment felt the rod :-
O mourner! such, the Lord declares,
Such are the children of our God!

(S. M.,

VIJI. INVITATION AND HYMN 131.
WARNING.

Rev. xxii. 17, 20

THE Spirit, in our hearts,
HYMN 128. (III 1.)

Is whisp'ring, sinner, come; SINNERS, turn, why will ye die ? The Bride, the church of Christ, proclaims

God, your Maker, asks you why? To all his children, come! God, who did your being give, 2 Let him that heareth say Made you with himself to live ;

To all about him, come! He the fatal cause demands,

Let him that thirsts for righteousness Asks the work of his own hands;

To Christ, the fountain, come!
Why, ye thankless creatures, why
Will ye cross his love, and die?

3 Yes, whosoever will,

O let him freely come, 2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die?

And freely drink the stream of life; God, your Saviour, asks you why? 'Tis Jesus bids him come. He, who did your souls retrieve, Died himself that ye might live.

4 Lo! Jesus, who invites, Will you let him die in vain ?

Declares, I quickly come: Crucify your Lord again?

Lord, even so! I wait thy hour; Why, ye ransom'd sinners, why

Jesus, my Saviour, come! Will ye slight his grace, and die ?

HYMN 132.

(C. M.) 3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? YE

E humble souls, approach your God God, the Spirit, asks you why?

With songs of sacred praise, He who all your lives hath strove,

For he is good, supremely good, Woo'd you to embrace his love:

And kind are all his ways. Will ye not his grace receive?

2 All nature owns his guardian care, Will ye still refuse to live?

In him we live and move; O, ye dying sinners, why,

But nobler benefits declare
Why will ye for ever die ?

The wonders of his love.
HYMN 129. (III. 1.) 3 He gave his Son, his only Son,

To ransom rebel worms;
HASTEN, sinner, to be wise ;
Stay not for the morrow's sun :

'Tis here he makes his goodness known Wisdom,

In its diviner forms. you still despise, Harder is it to be won.

4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come, 2 Hasten, mercy to implore;

'Tis here our hope relies; Stay not for the morrow's sun ;

A safe defence, a peaceful home,

When storms of trouble rise.
Lest thy season should be o'er,
Ere this evening's stage be run.

$5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard,

The souls who trust in thee; 8 Hasten, sinner, to return;

Their humble hope thou wilt reward, Stay not for the morrow's sun; Lest thy lamp should cease to burn,

With bliss divinely free, Ere salvation's work is done. 6 Great God, to thy Almighty love,

What bonours shall we raise ! 4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest;

Not all th' angelic songs above
Stay not for the morrow's sun; Can render equal praise.
Lest perdition thee arrest,
Ere the morrow is begun.

IX. CHRISTIAN DUTIES
HYMN 130. (II. 3.)

AND AFFECTIONS. PEACE, troubled soul, whose plain

PRAYER moan

HYMN 133. Hath taught each scene the note of wo;

(C. M.) Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan, APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seng And let thy tears forget to flow :

Where Jesus answers prayer ;
Behold, the precious halm is found, There humbly fall before his feet,
To lull thy pain, and heal thy wound. For none can perish there.
2 Come, freely come, hy sin opprest,

2 Thy promise is iny only plea, On Jesus cast thy weighty load;

With this I venture nigh; In him thy refuge find, thy rest,

Thou callest buden'il souls to thee, Safe in the mercy of thy God:

And such, O Lord, am I. Thy God's thy Saviour! glorious word ! 3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin O hear, believe, and bless the Lord ! By Satan sorely pressid,

By war without, and fear within,

I come to thee for rest.

4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place;
That, shelter'd near thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell him, "Thou hast died."
50 wondrous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead thy gracious name.

HYMN 134.

(C. M.)

And let a wretch come near thy throne
To plead the merits of thy Son.

5 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;

The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

6 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just,
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condeinn'd to die.
7 Then will I teach the world thy ways,
Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace,

PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire, I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,

Utter'd or unexpress'd;

The motion of a hidden fire,

That trembles in the breast.

2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear;
The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near

3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ;

Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The majesty on high.

4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air, The watch-word at the gates of death;He enters heaven with prayer. 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways; While angels in their songs rejoice,

And cry, "Behold, he prays!" 6 In prayer, on earth, the saints are one; They're one in word and mind; When with the Father and the Son, Sweet fellowship they find.

70 thou, by whom we come to God,

The life, the truth, the way,
The path of prayer thyself hast trod;
Lord, teach us how to pray!

REPENTANCE.
HYMN 135. (L. M.)
THOU that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book.
2 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.
3 I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banish'd from thy sight:
Thy holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
4 Though I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord,
Thy help and comfort still afford

And they shall praise a pard'ning God
8 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
(L. M.)
TAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay,
Though I have done thee such despite;
Nor cast the sinner quite away,

S

HYMN 136.

Nor take thine everlasting flight.

2 Though I have most unfaithful been, And long in vain thy grace receiv'd; Ten thousand times thy goodness seen, Ten thousand times thy goodness griev'd;

3 Yet, oh! the mourning sinner spare, In honour of my great High Priest; Nor in thy righteous anger swear,

T'exclude me from thy people's rest 4 My weary soul, O God, release; Uphold me with thy gracious hand, Guide me into thy perfect peace, And bring me to the promis'd land.

HYMN 137. (L. M.) THAT my load of sin were gone' O that I could at last submit, At Jesus' feet to lay it down! To lay my soul at Jesus' feet! 2 Rest for my soul I long to find; Saviour of all, if mine thou art, Give me thy meek and lowly mind,

And stamp thine image on my heart 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, And fully set my spirit free; I cannot rest, till pure within,

Till I am wholly lost in thee.

4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God; Thy light and easy burden prove, The cross, all stain'd with hallow'd blood, The labour of thy dying love.

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

r

HYMN 138.

(C. M.)

Penitential Gratitude.

RISE, O my soul, the hours review,
When, aw'd by guilt and fear,

To heaven for grace thou durst not sue,
And found no rescue here:

15 By faith, we pass the vale of tears
Safe and serene, though oft distress'd;
By faith, subdue the king of fears,
And go rejoicing to our rest.
HYMN 141.
(C. M.)
Rom. viii. 31-34.

2 Thy tears are dry'd, thy griefs are fled,O LET triumphant faith dispel

Dispell'd each bitter care;
For heaven itself has lent its aid

To save thee from despair.

3 Hear, then, O God! thy work fulfil,
And, from thy mercy's throne,
Vouchsafe me strength to do thy will,
And to resist mine own:

4 So shall my soul each pow'r employ
Thy mercy to adore;

While heaven itself proclaims with joy"One pardon'd sinner more !"

[blocks in formation]

The fears of guilt and wo!
If God be for us, God the Lord,
Who, who shall be our foe?
2 He who his only Son gave up

To death, that we might live,
Shall he not all things freely grant,
That boundless love can give !
3 Who now his people shall accuse?
'Tis God hath justified:
Who now his people shall condemn ?
The Lamb of God hath died.
4 And he who died hath ris'n again,
Triumphant, from the grave:
At God's right hand for us he pleads,
Omnipotent to save.

[blocks in formation]

DELUDED souls! that dream of

Let the water and the blood,
From thy side, a healing flood,
Be of sin the double cure,

Save from wrath, and make me pure.
2 Should my tears for ever flow,
Should my zeal no languor know,
This for sin could not atone,
Thou must save, and thou alone;
In my hand no price I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling.

3 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eye-lids close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold thee on thy throne,-
Rock of ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee!

HYMN 140.

(L. M.)

FAITH is the Christian's evidence
Of things unseen by mortal eye;
It passes all the bounds of sense,
And penetrates the inmost sky.
2 Things absent it can set in view,
And bring far distant prospects home;
Events long past it can renew,

And long foresee the things to come.
3 With strong persuasion, from afar
The heavenly region it surveys,
Embraces all the blessings there,

And here enjoys the promises 4 By faith a steady course we steer, Through ruling storms and swelling

seas,

O'ercome the world, keep down our fear,
And still possess our souls in peace.

heaven,

And make their empty boast
Of inward joys, and sins forgiv'n,
While they are slaves to lust!

2 Vain are our fancies, vain our flights,
If faith be cold and dead;
None but a living power unites
To Christ, the living Head.

3 The faith which new-creates the heart
And works by active love,
Will bid all sinful joys depart,

And lift the thoughts above.

4 God from the curse has set us free
To make us pure within;
Nor did he send his Son to be
The minister of sin.
HYMN 143.

(III. 1.)

Christ our Refuge.
JESUS, Saviour of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the waves of trouble roll,
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
While the tempest still is high:

Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;

O, receive my soul at last
2 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 stay'd,
All my hope from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of thy wing.

HYMN 144.

(IV. 4.) OW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,

How

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 fiel: 2" Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismay'd,

"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.

3" When through the deep waters I call thee to go,

"The rivers of wo shall not thee overflow; "For 1 will be with thee thy troubles to bless,

"And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 4" When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,

"My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply;

"The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design

"Thy dross to consume, and thy gold

to refine.

5" The soul that to Jesus hath fled for repose,

"I will not, I will not desert to his foes; "That soul, though all hell shall endeavour to shake,

“I'll never—no, never-no, never for

sake."

HOPE.

HYMN 145.

RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Rise, from transitory things,

Tow'rds heav'n, thy destin'd place: Sun and moon, and stars decay,

Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepar'd above.

2 Cease, my soul, O cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon thy Saviour will return,
To take thee to the skies:
There, is everlasting peace,
Rest, enduring rest, in heaven
There, will sorrow ever cease,
And crowns of joy be giv'n.

[ocr errors]

12 We are trav'lling home to God
In the way the fathers trod
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see
3 Banish'd once, by sin betray'd,
Christ our advocate was made;
Pardon'd now, no more we roain,
Christ conducts us to our home.
Gladly leaving all below;
4 Lord, obediently we'll go,
And we still will follow thee.
Only thou our leader be,
HYMN 147.
(C. M)
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.
2 Should earth against my soul engage
And fiery darts be hurl'd,

W

JOY is a fruit that will not grow
In nature's barren soil;
All we can boast, till Christ we know
Is vanity and toil.

2 A bleeding Saviour, seen by faith,
A sense of pard'ning love,
A hope that triumphs over death,- .-
Give joys like those above.

3 These are the joys which satisfy
And purify the mind;

Which make the spirit mount on high,
And leave the world behind.

4 No more, believer, mourn thy lot,
O, thou who art the Lord's,
Resign to those who know him not,
Such joy as earth affords.

COME, ye that love the Lord,

HYMN 146.

(III. 1.)

CHILDREN of the heavenly King,
As we journey, let us sing;
Sing the Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.

Then I can smile at Satan's rage,

And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come Let storms of sorrow fall;

So I but safely reach my home,

My God, my heaven, my all:
4 There, anchor'd safe, my weary soul
Shall find eternal rest;

Nor storms shall beat, nor billows roll
Across my peaceful breast.

HYMN 148.

JOY.

(C. M.)

HYMN 149.

(S. M.)

And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.

2 Let those refuse to sing

That never knew our God,
But children of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.

« ZurückWeiter »