3 New time, new favours, and new joys, X. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. Do a new song require ; HYMN 174. (C. M.) Till we shall praise thee as we would, Renouncing the World. Accept our hearts' desire. LET worldly minds the world pursus Once I admir'd its follies too, But grace has set me free. 2 Those follies now no longer please, The ev'ning shades appear"; No more delight afford ; O may we all remember well Far from my heart be joys like these The night of death draws near. Now I have known the Lord. 2 We lay our garments by, 3 As by the light of op'ning day Upon our heds to rest ; The stars are all conceal'd, So death shall soon disrobe us all So earthly pleasures fade away of what is here possest. When Jesus is reveal'd. 3 Lord, keep us safe this night 4 Creatures no more divide my choice, Secure from all our fears ; I bid them all depart; May angels guard us while we sleep, His name, and love, and gracious voice Till morning light appears. Shall fix my roving heart. HYMN 172. (III. 1.) 5 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone, And wholly live to thee: Yet worthless still, myself I own, Thy worth is all my plea. HYMN 175. (L. M.) Lord, I would commune with thee! Not ashamed of Christ. 2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye be Nought escapes, without, within, A mortal man asham'd of thee! Pardon each infirmity, Asham'd of thee, wliom angels praise, Open fault, and secret sin. Whose glories shine through endless days! 3 Soon, for me, the light of day 2 Asham'd of Jesus ! sooner far Shall for ever pass away ; Then, from sin and sorrow free, Let night disown each radiant star; "Tis midnight with my soui, till be, Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee! Bright morning Star, bid darkness flee 4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known 3 Aslam'd of Jesus! O, as soon All of inan's infirmity; Let morning blusis to own the sun ; Then, froro thine eternal throne, He sheds the beams of light divine Jesus, look with pitying eye. O'er this benighted soul of mine. HYMN 173. (IV.2.) 4 Ashani'd of Jesus! that dear friend Evening. On whom my hopes of heaven depend INSPIRER and hearer of prayer, No; when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere his name. 5 Asham'd of Jesus! empty pride! And, O, may this my portiori be, The night is no darkness to me; My Saviour not asham'd of me! And, fast as my minutes roll on, HYMN 176. (S. M.) They bring me but nearer to thee. Prayer for Christian (fraces. 3 A sov'reign protector I have, ESUS, my strength, my hope, Unseen, yet for ever at hand ; On thee I cast my care, Unchangeably faithful to save, With humble confidence look up, Almighty to rule and command. And know thou hear'st my prayer : 4 His smiles and his comforts abound, Give me on thee to wait, His grace, as the dew, shall descend; Till I can all things do; Apd walls of salvation surround On thee, almighty to create The soul he delights to defend, Alinighty w rønew 2 1 want a sober mind, HYMN 178. (L. M.) A self-renouncing will, Following the Example of Christ. That tramples down and casts behind WH HENE’ER the angry passions rise, The baits of pleasing ill : And tempt our thoughts or tongues A soul inur'd to pain, to strife, To hardship, grief, and loss; To Jesus let us lift our eyes, Ready to take up and sustain Bright pattern of the Christian life. The consecrated cross. 20 how benevolent and kind! 3 I want a godly fear, How inild, how ready to forgive! A quick, discerning eye, Be this the temper of our mind, That looks to thee when sin is near, And these the rules by which we live And sees the tempter fly; A spirit still prepar’d, 3 To do his heavenly Father's will And arm’d with jealous care, Was his employment and delight; Shone through his life dfinely bright. 4 I want a heart to pray, 4 Dispensing good where'er he came, To pray and never cease, The labours of his life were love; Never to murmur at thy stay, Then, if we bear the Saviour's name Or wish my sufferings less ; By his example let us move. This blessing, above all, 5 But, ah! how blind, how weak we Always to pray I want, How frail, how apt to turn aside! [are Out of the deep on thee to call, Lord, we depend upon thy care ; And neyer, never faint. We ask thy Spirit for our guide. 5 I want a true regard, 16 Thy fair example may we trace, A single, steady aim, To teach us what we ought to be ; Unmov'd by threat’ning or reward, Make us, by thy transforming grace, To thee and thy great name; O Saviour, daily more like thee HYMN 179. (S. M ) Duties. And glorify thy grace. CHARGE to keep I have, o I rest upon thy word, A God to glorify ; The promise is for me ; A never dying soul to save, My succour and saivation, Lord, And fit it for the sky : Shall surely come from thee; 2 From youth to hoary age, But let me still abide, My calling to fulfil: Nor from my hope remove, O may it all my pow'rs engage Till thou my patient spirit guide To do my Master's will. 3 Arm me with jealous care, A strict account to give : great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land; 4 help me to watch and pray, I am weak, but thou art mighty ; And on thyself rely; Hold me with thy pow'rful hand. Assur'd if I iny trust betray, I shall for ever die. 2 Open now the crystal fountains Whence the living waters flow; HYMN 180. (C. M.) Let the fiery, cloudy pillar, “ Forgetting those things which are beLead ane all my journey through. hind,” &c. Phil. iii. 13, 14. 3 Feed me with the heavenly manna In this barren wilderness; And press with vigour on, (nerve Be my sword, and shield, and hanner; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, Be the Lord my righteousness. And an immortal crown. 4 When I tread the verge of Jordan, 2 A cloud of witnesses around, Bid my anxious fears subside; Hold thee in full survey ; Death of death, and hell's destruction, Forget the steps already trod, Land ine safe on Canaan's side. And onward urge thy way. 3 'Tis God's all-animating voico HYMN 183. (III. 1.) That calls thee from on high ; Trials. 'Tis his own hand presents the prize \'T's my happiness below. Not to live without the cross; But the Saviour's power to know, 4 Then wake, my soul, stretch every And press with vigour on, [nerve, Sanctifying ev'ry loss. A heavenly race demands thy zeal, 2 Trials must and will befall; And an immortal crown. But with humble faith to see Love inscrib'd upon them allHYMN 181. (C. M.) This is happiness to me. 3 Did I meet no trials here, Might I not with reason fear I should be a cast-away? A contrite heart, or no? 4 Trials make the promise sweet 2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain, Trials give new life to pray'r; Bring me to my Saviour's feet, Lay me low, and keep me there. To find I cannot feel. HYMN 184. (CM.) 3 My best desires are faint and few, I fain would strive for more; Habitual Devotion. But when I cry, “ My strength renew,” WH VHILE thee I seek,protecting Power Seem weaker than before. Be my vain wishes still'd: And may this consecrated bour 4 I see thy saints with comfort fillid, With better hopes be fill'd. 2 Thy love the pow'r of thought bestow'd And find no comfort there. To thee my thoughts would soar: Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd, 5 O make this heart rejoice or ache ; That mercy I adore. Decide this doubt for me ; And if it be not broken, break 3 In each event of life, how clear . And heal it, if it be. Thy ruling hand I see! Each blessing to my soul more dear, HYMN 182. (C. M.) Because conferr'd by thee. Desires after renewed Holiness. 4 In ev'ry joy that crowns my days, H for a closer walk with God, In ev'ry pain I bear, A calm and heavenly frame! My heart siiall find delight in praise, A light to shine upon the road Or seek relief in prayer. That leads me to the Lamb ! 5 When gladness wings my favour'd 2 Where is the blessedness I knew, hour, When first I saw the Lord ? Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Where is the soul-refreshing view Resign'd, when storios of sorrow low'r, Of Jesus and his word? My soul shall meet thy will. 3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd ; 16 My lifted eye, without a tear, How sweet their mem'ry still : The gath'ring storin shall see ; But now I feel an aching void My steadfast heart shall know no fear, The world can never fill. That heart will rest on thee. 4 Return, O holy Dove, return, HYMN 185. Walking with God. SINCE !'ve known a Saviour's name And sin's strong fetters broke, 5 The dearest idol I have known, Careful without care I am, Whate'er that idol be, Nor leel my easy yoke : Help me to tear it from thy throne, Joyful now niy faith to show, And worship only thee. I find his service my reward, All the work I do below C So shall my walk he close with God ; Calm and serene my frame; Is liglit, for such a Lord. So purer light shall mark the road 2 To the desert or the cell, That leads me to the Lamb. Let others blindly fly, FE O man, in this evil world I dwell, 4 Who, who would live alway, away Nor fear its enmity; from his God; Here I find an house of prayer, Away froin yon heaven, that blissful To which I inwardly retire; abode, Walking unconcern'd in care, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er And unconsum'd in fire. the bright plains, 30 that all the world might know And the noontide of glory eternally Of living, Lord, to thee, reigns : Find their heaven begun below, 5 Where the saints of all ages in harAnd here thy goodness see; mony meet, Walk in all the works prepar'd Their Saviour and brethren, transported By thee to exercise their grace, to greet; Till they gain their full reward, While the anthems of rapture unceas. And see thee face to face. ingly roll, HYMN 186. (L. M.) And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul ! XI. DEATH. HYMN 188. (C. M.) His heart revives, if o'er the plains Job xiv. 1, 2. 5, 6. He sees his home, though distant still. TEW are thy days, and full of wo, 2 So, when the Christian pilgrim views of woman born! By faith his mansion in the skies, Thy doom is written, “ Dust thou art, The sight his fainting strength renews, " To dust thou shalt return." And wings his speed to reach the prize. 2 Behold the emblem of thy state 3 The hope of heaven his spirit cheers ; In flow'rs that bloom and die, No more he grieves for sorrows past; Or in the shadow's fleeting forra Nor any future conflict fears, That mocks the gazer's eye. So he may safe arrive at last. 3 Determin’d are the days that fly 40 Lord, on thee our hopes we stay, Successive o'er thy head; To lead us on to thine abode; The number'd hour is on the wing Assur'd thy love will far o'erpay That iays thee with the dead. The hardest labours of the road. 4 Great God! afflict not, in thy wrath, IIYMN 187. (IV. 4.) The short allotted span, " I would not live alway.” Job vii. 16. That bounds the few and weary days I WOULD, not live alway: I ask not Of pilgrimage to man. HYMN 189. Where storm after storm rises dark o'er LEARK! from the tombs a mournful (C. M.) the way ; The few lurid 'ınornings that dawn on “ Ye living men, come view the ground I Mine ears attend the cry; (sound; us here, Are enough for life's woes, full enough "Where you must shortly lie. for its cheer. 2“ Princes, this clay must be your bed, 2 I would not live alway, thus fetter'd “In spite of all your tow'rs; by sin ; “ The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head "Must lie as low as ours." Temptation without, and corruption within : 3 Great God! is this our certain doom. E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled And are we still secure? with fears, Still walking downward to the tomb, And the cup of thanksgiving with peni And yet prepare no more? tent tears. 4 Grant us the power of quick’ning grace 3 I would not live alway; no-welcome To raise our souls to thee, the tomb, That we may view thy glorious face Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not To all eternity. its gloom; HYMN 190. There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me (S. M.) arise Job xiv. 11--11. To hail him in triumph descending the TVE mighty food that rolls skies. T Its torrents to the main, Can ne'er recall its waters lost Who knows thine only Son has died Froin that abyss again : To make that pardon sure. 2 So days, and years, and time, HYMN 193. (S. M.) And not a single soul escape 3 And man, when in the grave, His all-discerning eyes ? Can never quit its gloom, 2 And from his righteous lips Until th' eternal morn shall wake Shall this dread sentence sound; The slumber of the tomb. And through the numerous guilty throng 40, may I find in death Spread black despair around > A hiding-place with God, 3“Depart from me, accurs'd, Secure from wo and sin; till call’d “ To everlasting flame,*. To share his bless'd abode ! “ For rebel angels first prepard, 5 Cheer'd by this hope, I wait, “Where mercy never came. Through toil, and care, and grief, Till my appointed course is run, 4 How will my heart endure The terrors of that day : And death shall bring relief. When earth and heaven before his face HYMN 191. Astonish'd shrink away? VITAL spark of heavenly flame ! 5 But, ere the trumpet shakes , ! The mansions of the dead, Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Hark, from the gospel's cheering sound, 0, the pain, the bliss of dying ! What joyful tidings spread! 6 Ye sinners, seek his grace, 2 Hark! they whisper! angels say, Whose wrath ye cannot bear ; Sister spirit, come away! Fly to the shelter of his cross, And find salvation there. 7 So shall that curse remove, Drowns my spirit, draws my breath? By which the Saviour bled; Tell me, my soul, can this be death? And the last awful day shall pour 3 The world recedes, it disappears! His blessings on your head. HYMN 194. (II. 7.) REAT God, what do I see and hear! The end of things created ! grave, where is thy victory ! The Judge of man I see appear, On clouds of glory seated : The trumpet sounds; the graves restore The dead which they contain'd before HYMN 192. (C. M.) Prepare, my soul, to meet him, WHEN, rising from the bird an death; 2 The dead in Christ shall first arise, I see my Maker, face to face ; Caught up to meet him in the skies, how shall I appear! With joy their Lord surrounding: 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, No gloomy fears their souls dismay, And mercy inay be sought, His presence sheds eternal day My heart with inward horror shrinks, On those prepar'd to meet him. And trembles at the thought; 3 But sinners, fill’d with guilty fears, 3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand dis Behold his wrath prevailing; In majesty severe, [clos'd For they shall rise, and find their tears And sit in judgment on my soul, And sighs are unavailing: O how shall I appear! The day of grace is past and gone ; 4 But thou hast told the troubled mind, Trembling they stand before the throne, Who does her sins lament, All unprepard to meet him. That faith in Christ's woning blood 4 Great God, what do I see and hear! Shall endtess wo prevent. The end of things created! 5 Then never shall my soul despair The Judge of man I see appear, ller pardon to procure, On clouds of glory seated ; |
