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PRAYER CLASS, AND CAMP MEETINGS, CHOIRS, AND CONGREGATIONAL SINGING.

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or THE HAIKE CONFEREXCX. AUTHOR Or THE WESLETAN HtNSTREL,

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S. HUBBARD, Esq.,

JlOtbob or "songs or canaan," "musical gems," and "teuperance melodist," etc.

They sang praises with gladness, and bowed their heads and worshipped.

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BOSTON:

PUBLISHED BY JOHN P. JEWETT AND COMPANY.

CLEVELAND, OHIO:

JEWETT, PROCTOR & WORTHINGTON.

NEW YORK:

SHELDON, LAMPORT & BLAKEMAN.

1855.

PREFACE.

The object we have in view in the compilation of " The "Wesley an Sacred Harp," is, to supply a denominational want which is felt and often expressed^ by our preachers and people. We wish to furnish, in a convenient form for use, a book containing a sufficient variety of tunes and hymns, for Prayer, Class and Camp Meetings, and Congregational Singing.

The TUNES are old, and new. We have been careful in our selections to have the sovl of music in view. Many of the tunes — not altogether new — have never appeared in a work of this kind before. They will be sung with great pleasure and profit.

The HYMNS are chiefly from the Methodist Thjmn Book. They are our choice hymns, to which we have always been obliged to flee, when penny- royals have sickened, and been cast aside. We have introduced many hymns, not found in our Hymn Book, of a decidedly popular character, which will be suns while God continues to bless men.

We commit the work to God, and His children, praying that all who sing from these pages on earth, may sing the New Song in Heaven forever.

W. Mc DONALD. S. HUBBARD. Boston, Nov. 23, 1854.

Entered, according to Act of Congr*s?s. in the year 1854, by

W. Mc DONALD, & S. HUBBARD,

In the Clerk's OEBce of the Di.nrict Court for the DL«trict of Massachiifetta.

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He loves, he loves ; I know, I feel, Frail as I am, he loves me still.

0 may I do his blessed will ! Jesus loves, — Jesus loves.

And then at home, at home we soon shall be

Far away, — Far away ; From care and pain we shall be free, —

Far away, — Far away ; There tears and death are never known,

And swiftly we are passing home To that bright land wo call our own,

Far away, — Far away.

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4 My lips with shame my sins confess, Against thy law, against thy grace; Lord, should thy judgments grow severe, I am condemn'd, but thou art clear.

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SECOND HYMN.

1 I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God, To wash me in thy cleansing blood ; To dwell within thy wounds; then pain Is Sweet, and life or death is gain.

2 Take my poor heart, and let it be For ever clos'd to all but thee !

Seal thou my breast, and let me wear That pledge of love for evermore.

3 How blest are they who still abide Close shelter'd in thy bleeding side ! Who life and strength from thence derive, And by thee move, and in thee live.

4 What are our works but sin and death, Till thou thy qnick'ning Spirit breathe ? Thou giv'st the power thy grace to move j O wond'rous grace ! O boundless love !

Deprecating the vnthdrawal of the Spirit.

Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay,

Though I have done thee such despite ;

Nor cast the sinner quite away, Nor take thine everlasting flight.

Though I have steel'd my stubborn heart, And shaken off my guilty fears ;

And vex'd, and urged thee to depart. For many long rebellious years.

Though I have most unfaithful been, Of all who e'er thy grace received ;

Ten thousand times thy goodness seen f Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved :

Yet, O ! the chief of sinners spare, In honor of my great High Priest;

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3 Jesus for rebel mortals dies ? How can it be? my soul replies:

What ! Jesus die for me ? "Yes," saith the sufF'ring Son of God ; "I give my life, I spill my blood,

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4 Lord, since thy life thou'st freely given, To bring my wretched soul to heav'n,

And bless me with thy love, Then at thy feet, O God, I'll fall, Give thee my life, my soul, my all.

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3 Shall I, to soothe th' unholy throng, Soften thy truth, or smooth my tongue, To gain earth's gilderl toys, — or flee The cross endured, my Lord, by thee?

4 What then is he whose scorn I dread? , Whose wrath or hate makes me afraid? A man ! an heir of death ! a slave To sin ! a bubble on the wave !

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SECOND HYMN.

0 Jesus, full of truth and grace

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1 wait to see thy glorious face ;

1 seek redemption in thy blood.

2 Thou art the anchor of my hope ;

The faithful promise I receive: Surely thy death shall raise me up,

For thou hast died that I might live.

3 Satan, with all his arts, no more.

Me from the Gospel hope can move; I shall receive the gracious power.

And find the pearl of perfect love,

4 My flesh, which cries, — It cannot be,

Shall silence keep before the Lord; And earth, and hell, and sin shall flee

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4 How oft they look to th' heavenly hills,!

Where groves of living pleasure grow And longing hopes, and cheerful smiles, Sit undisturbed upon their brow.

5 They scorn to seek our golden toys,

But spend the day, and share the night, In numbering o'er the richer joys

That heaven prepares for their delight.

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The Redeemed in Heaven. Lo ! round the throne, a glorious band, The saints in count-ess myriads stand ; Of every tongue redeem'd to God, Arrav'd in garments wash'd in blood.

2 Through tribulation great they came ; They bore the cross,despised the shame; But now from all their labors rest, In God's eternal glory blest.

3 They see the Saviour face to face; 'J'hey sing the triumph of his grace ; And (lay and night,with ceaseless praise, To liim their loud hosannas raise.

4 O, may we tread the sacred road That holy saints and martyrs trod ; Wage to the end the glorious strife, And win, like them, a crown of life.

Zeal Implored. O thou who all things canst control. Chase this dread slumber from my soul; With joy and fear, with love and awe, Give me to keep thy perfect law. 2

0 may one beam of thy blest light. Pierce through, dispel the shade of

night ; Touch my cold breast with heavenly

fire, With holy, conqu'ring zeal inspire.

3 For zeal I sigh, for zeal I pant. Yet heavy is my soul and faint ; With steps unwav'ring, undismay'd, Give me in all thy paths to tread.

4 With outstretch'd hands and streaming

eyes, Oft I begin to grasp the prize ;

1 groan, 1 strive, I watch, I pray ; But ah ! how soon it dies away !

5 The deadly slumber soon I feel Afresh upon my spirit steal; Rise, Lord; stir up thy quick'ning

power, And wake me that I sleep no more.

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How do thy mercies close me round ?

For ever be thy name ador'd; I blush in all things to abound : The servant is above his Lord !

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Inur'd to poverty and pain, A puflf 'ling life my Master led ;

The Son of God, the Son of Man, He had not where to lay his head.

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Yea, he himself becomes my guard ; He smooths my bed, and gives me sleep.

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Safe in thy arms I lay me down, Thy everlasting arms of love.

Prayer for Grace and Power. 1 O Spirit of the living God,

In all thy plenitude of grace, Where'er the foot of man hath trod, Descend on our apostate race.

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Give tongues of fire, and hearts of love, To preach the reconciling word ;

Give power and unction from above. Where'er the joyful sound is heard.

3 Be darkness, at thy coming, light ; Confusion — order, in thy path ; Souls without strength, inspire with might; Bid mercy triumph over wrath

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3 Return, O wanderer, return,

He heard thy deep repentant sigh : He saw thy soften'd spirit mourn, When no intruding tear was nigh.

4 Return, O wanderer, return. Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live ; Go to his bleeding feet, and learn How freely Jesus can forgive.

5 Return, O wanderer, return, And wipe away thy falling tear ;

'Tis God who says — '• no longer mourD," 'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near.

6 Return, O wanderer, return, Regain thy lost lamented rest ; Jehovah's melting bowels yearn, To clasp the wanderer to his breast.

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And fully set my spirit free ; I cannot rest till |)Ure within, —

Till I am wholly lost in thee. *4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God ;

Thy light and easy burden prove; The cro^s all stain'd with ha'low'd blood,

The labor of thv dying love. '5 I would, but thou must give the pow'r;

My heart fi-om every sin release; Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,

And fill me with thy perfect peace.

SECOND HYMX.

Jesus, from whom all b'.e^^sings flow, Great Builder of thy Church below ; If now thy Sjiirit move my breast, Hear, and fulfil thine own request.

2 The few that tnily call thee Lord, And wait thy sanctifying word, And thee their utmost Saviour own;- Unite and perfect them in one.

3 O let them all thy mind express. Stand forth thy chosen witnesses; Thy power unto salvation show, And perfect holiness below.

4 In them let all mankind beho'd IIow Christians lived in days of old; IVIighty their envious foes to move,— A proverb of reproach — and love.

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This is the time, no more delay ! This is the acceptable day ; Come in this moment at his call, And live for him who died for all.

WESLETAN SACRED HARP.

When I survey the wondrous cross

On Av'hich the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 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. 8 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 ? 4 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.

Pttt on thy beautiful garments, O Jerusalem,

1 Awake, Jerusalem, awake,—

No longer in thy sins he down : The garment of salvation take ;

Thy beauty and thy strength put on.

2 Shake off the dust that blinds thy sight,

And hides the promise from thine ejei ; Arise, and struggle into light ; The great Deliv'rer calls, — Arise !

3 Shake off the bands of sad despair ;

Zion, assert thy liberty ; Look up, thy broken heart prepare, And God shall set the captive free.

4 Vessels of mercy, sons of grace.

Be purged from every sinful stain ; Be like your Lord, his word embrace, Nor bear his hallow'd name in vain.

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1 Lord, I despair myself to heal ; I see my sin, but cannot feel : I cannot, till thy Spirit blow, And bid the' obedient waters flow.

2 'Tis thine a heart of flesh to give ; Thy gifts I only can receive ; Here, then, to thee I all resign ;

To draw, redeem, and seal, — are thine.

3 With simple faith, on thee I call, — My light, my life, my Lord, my all : I wait the moving of the pool ;

I wait the word that speaks me whole.

4 Speak, gracious Lord, — my sickness cure, — Make my infected nature pure :

Peace, righteousness, and joy impart, And pour thyself into my neart !

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This is the way I long have sought, And mourn'd because I found it not ; My gi'ief a burden long has been, Because I was not sav'd from sin. Happy day, &c.

The more I strove against its pow'r, I felt its weight and guilt the more ; Till late I heard my Saviour say, " Come hither, soul, I AM THE WAY.'* Happy day, &c.

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, Happy day, &c.

Then will 1 tell to sinners round, What a dear Saviour I have found ; I'll point to thy redeeming blood, And say, " Behold the way to God." Happy day, &c.

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1 O happy day that fix'd my choice

On thee, my Saviour and my God I Well may this glowing heart rejoice, And tell its raptures all abroad. Happy day, &c.

2 O hay)py bond, that seals my vows

To him who merits a'l my love ; Let cheerful anthems fill his house, While to that sacred shrine I move. Happy day, &c.

3 'Tis done, the great transaction's done ;

I am my Lord's, and he is mine ; He drew me, and 1 follow'd on,

Charm'd to confess the voice divine. Happy day, &c.

4 Now rest, my long-divided heart ;

Fix'd on this blissful centre, rest; Nor ever from thy Lord depart: With him of every good possess'd. Happy day, &c.

5 High Heaven, that heard the solemn vow,

That vow renew'd shall daily hear, Till in life's latest hour I bow,

And bless in death a bond so dear. Happy day, &c.

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Lord, I believe, were sinners more Than sands upon the ocean shore, Thou hast for all a ransom paid, For ALL a full atonement made.

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Sinners, O, why so thoughtless grown?

Why in such dreadful haste to die? Daring to leap to worlds unknown !

Heedless against thy God to fly !

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Had suff' ring saints no mercy-seat?

5 There, there on eagles' wings we soar,

And sin and sense molest no more; And heaven comes down our souls to

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When faith, endued from heaven with power, Sustains and cheers his languid breast. 3 Mark but that radiance of his eye,

That smile upon his wasted cheek; They tell us of his glory nigh.

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To bear him to their bright abode.

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2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest,

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3 When grace has purified my heart, Then I shall share a glorious part : And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil to cheer my head.

4 Then shall I see, and hear, and know, All I desir'd or wish'd below ;

And every hour find sweet employ, In that eternal world of joy.

SECOND HYMN.

1 From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise,

Let the Redeemer's name be sung Through every land, by every tongue.

2 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.

3 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring. In songs of praise divinely sing; The great salvation loud proclaim, And shout for joy the Saviour's name.

4 In every land begin the song : To every land the strains belong ; In cheerful sounds all voices raise, And fill the world with loudest praise.

20

THE CORNER STONE.

L. M. D. S. H.

POETRY BY MRS. E. L. EVERETT.

Composed to be sung at the laying of the Corner Stone of the " Mariner's House " connected with the Seaman's Bethel, Boston, on Wednesday Morning, Sept. 23, 1846,

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3 This corner stone, in prayer laid low, Its mission all may freely know •:

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4 This corner stone, this corner stone, When we who vie^v it now. are gone, Will still uphold a home for thee, Son of the deep, unquiet sea !

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4 People and realms of every tongue, Dwell on his love with sweetest song, And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on hia name.

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3 I deprecate that death alone,

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1 Far from my thoughts, vain world, be gone, Let my religious hours alone ;

Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see ; I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.

2 0 warm my heart with holy fire, And kindle there a pure desire : Come, sacred Spirit, from above, And fill my soul with heavenly love.

3 Blest Saviour, what delicious fare ! How sweet thine entertainments are ! Never did angels taste above Redeeming grace and dying love.

4 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine ! In thee thy Father's glories shine ; Thy glorious name shall be adored, And every tongue confess thee Lord.

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3 Ashamed of Jesus ! — yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away ; No tear to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save.

4 Till then — nor is my boasting vain — Till then, I boast a Saviour slain ; And O, may this my glory be, — That Christ is not ashamed of me.

WESLEYAN SACRED HARP. 27

SECOND HYMN.

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Soktnn Reverence. Eternal Power, whose high abode Becomes the grandeur of a God : Infinite lengths, beyond the bounds Where stars revolve their little rounds ; Thee while the first archangel sings, He hides his face behind his wings : And ranks of shining thrones around Fall worshipping, and spread the ground. Lord, what shall earth and ashes do ? We would adore our Maker too ; From sin and dust to thee we cry, The Great, the Holy, and the High. Earth, from afar, hath heard thy fame, And worms have learn'd to lisp thy name; '

But O ! the glories of thy mind Leave all our soaring thouo;hts behind.

The Stubborn Heart. O for a glance of heavenly day, To take this stubborn heart away, And thaw, with beams of love divine, This heart, this frozen heart of mine. The rocks can rend ; the earth can quake, The seas can roar ; tlje mountains shake ; Of feeling, all things show some sign. But this unfeehng heart of mine. To hear the sorrows thou hast felt, O Lord, an adamant would melt : But I can read each moving line, And nothing moves this heart of mine. Thy judgment too, which devils fear — Amazing thought ! — unmoved I hear ; Goodness and wrath in vain combine To stir this stupid heart of mine.

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3 Come all ye souls by sin oppress'd, Ye restless wand'rers after rcbt ;

Ye poor, and maim'd, and halt, and blind, In Christ a hearty welcome find.

4 His love is mighty to compel ;

His con qu 'ring love consent to feel; Yield to his love's resistless jDower, And fight ao-ainst your God no more.

5 See him set forth before your eyes, That precious, bleeding sacrifice ! His offer 'd benefits embrace,

And freely now be saved by grace.

6 This is the time, no more delay. This is the acceptable day ; Come in this moment at his call, And live for him who died for all.

WESLEYAN BACKED HARP. 29

SECOND HYMX.

1 Lord, how secure and blest are they

Who feel the joys of pardon'd sin ; Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea, Their minds have heaven and peace within.

2 The day glides sweetly o'er their heads,

Made up of innocence and love : And soft, and silent as the shades, Their nightly minutes gently move.

3 Quick as their thoughts, their joys come on,

But fly not half so swift away: Their souls are ever bright as noon, And calm as summer evenings be.

4 How oft they look to th' heavenly hills,

Where groves of living pleasure grow; And longing hopes, and cheerful smiles, Sit undisturb'd upon their brow.

5 They scorn to seek earth's golden toys.

But spend the day, and share the night, In numb'ring o'er the richer joys

That heaven prepares for their delight.

THIRD HYMN.

1 My hope, my all, my Saviour thou, To thee, lo, now my soul I bow ;

I feel the bliss thy wounds impart, I fiq^d thee, Saviour, in my heart.

2 Be thou my strength, be thou my way, Protect me though my life's short day; In all my acts may wisdom guide, And keep me, Saviour, near thy side.

3 Correct, reprove, and comfort me ; As I have need, my Saviour be : And if I would from thee depart. Then clasp me, Saviour, to thy heart.

4 In fierce temptation's darkest hour. Save me from sin and Satan's power ; Tear every idol from thy throne, And reign, my Saviour, reign alone.

5 My suff'ring time shall soon be o'er. Then shall I sigh and weep no more ;

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3 Their harps of gold are tuned to sing The triumphs of their Saviour King ; And heavenly hill, and grove, and stream, Are vocal with the joyful theme.

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I'll meet those kindred souls agaia.

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4 Depend on Him ; thou canst not fail;

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2 Soon as we draw our infant breath, The seeds of sin grow up for death ; Thy law demands a perfect heart, Bat we're defiled in every part.

3 Behold," we fall before thy face ; Our only refuge is thy grace ;

No outward forms can make us clean, The leprosy lies deep within.

4 Nor bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea, Can wash the dismal stain away.

5 Jesus, thy blood, thy blood alone. Hath power sufficient to atone,

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1 0 Jesus, full of truth and grace,

0 all-atoning Lamb of God, I wait to see thy lovely face,

1 seek redemption in thy blood !

2 Thou art the anchor of my hope,

The faithful promise I receive ; Surely thy death shall raise me up, For thou hast died that I might live.

3 Satan with all his arts, no more

Me from the Gospel hope can move ; I shall receive the gracious power, And find the pearl of perfect love.

4 My flesh, which cries, " it cannot be,''

Shall silence keep before the Lord ; And earth, and hell, and sin shall flee At Jesus' everlasting word.

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Leave all you have, and are, behind ; Frankly the gift of God receive,

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1 Comfort, ye ministers of grace,

Comfort the people of your Lord ; 0 lift ye up the fallen race,

And cheer them by the Gospel word. Go into every nation, go ;

Speak to their trembling hearts, and cry,— Glad tidings unto all we show :

Jerusalem, thy God is nigh.

2 Hark ! in the wilderness a cry,

A voice that loudly calls, — Prepare ; Prepare your hearts, for God is nigh,

And waits to make his entrance there. The Lord your G d shall quickly come ;

Sinners, repent, the call obey . Open your hearts to make him room ;

Ye desert souls, prepare the way.

3 The Lord shall clear his way through all ;

Whate'er obstructs, obstructs in vain ; The vale shall rise, the mountain fall,

Crooked be straight, and rugged plain. The glory of the Lord display'd,

Shall all mankind together view ; And what his mouth in tr th hath said,

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And join the strains which angels sing.

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Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest;

Improve the day thy God hath blest : Another six days' work is done ;

Another Sabbath is begun. O that our thoughts and thanks may rise,

As grateful incense to the skies; And draw from Chi-ist that sweet repose.

Which none but he that feels it knows. This heavenly calm within the breast,

Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, IVhich for the Church of God remains

The end of cares, the end of pains. In holy duties, let the day.

In holy comf«:>rts, pass away ; How sweet, a Sabbath thus to spend,

In hope of one that ne'er shall end.

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Raised on devotion's lofty wing, Do thou, my soul, his glories sing ; And let his praise employ thy tongue, Till list'ning worlds shall join the song.

SECOND HYMN.

Jesus, where'er thy people meet, There they behold the mercy-seat ; Where'er they seek thee, thou art found. And every place is hallow'd ground. For thou, within no walls confined, Dost dwell with those of humble mind ; Such ever bring thee where they come, And, going, take thee to their home. Great Shepherd of thy chosen few, Thy former mercies here renew ; Here, to our waiting hearts, proclaim The sweetness of thy sa^-ing name.

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From busy scenes we now retreat,

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Let this the gate of heaven be. O, let thy glory now appear.

That we by faith may see thy face ; And speak, that we thy voice may hear,

And let thy presence fill this place.

SECOND HYMN.

Sinners, O, why so thoughtless grown ?

Why in such dreadful haste to die ? Daring to leap to worlds unknown !

Heedless against thy God to fly ! Wilt thou despise eternal fate,

Urged on by sin's delusive dreams ? Madly attempt th' infernal gate.

And force thy passage to the flames ? Stay, sinner, on the gospel plains ;

And hear the Lord of life unfold The glories of his dying pains !

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39

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And shout him welcome to the skies.

3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell,

How high your great Diliverer reigns j Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell,

And led the monster Death in chains ! Say, "Live forever, wondrous King !

Born to redeem, and strong to save ! " Then ask the monster — " Where's thy sting ?

And Where's thy victory, boasting grave ?"

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I'M GOING HOME. L. M.

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My Father's house is built on high, Far, far above the starry sky : When from this earthly prison free, That heavenly mansion mine shall be,

I'm going home, «fcc. While here, a stranger far from home, Affliction's waVes may round me foam ; And, though like Lazarus, sick and poor, My heavenly mansion is secure.

I'm going home, &c. Let others seek a home below, Which flames devour, or waves o'erflow ; Be mine the happier lot to own, A heavenly mansion near the throne.

I'm going home, &-€.

Then fail this earth, let stars decline, And sun and moon refuse to shine. All nature sink and cease to be, That heavenly mansion stands for me.

I'm going home, &c.

SECOND HYMN.

I travel through a world of foes,

Through conflicts sore my spirit goes ;

The tempter cries I ne'er shall stand.

Nor reach fair Canaan's happy land. I'm going.

Come life, come death, come then what will.

His footsteps I will follow still,

Through dangers thick and hell's alarms,

I shall be safe in his dear arms. I'm going, &c.

Then, O my soul, arise and sing,

Yonder's my Saviour, Friend and King ;

With pleasing smiles he now looks down.

And cries, "Press on, and here's the crown.

I'm going home, &c.

" Prove faithful, then, a few more days, Fight the good fight, and win the race, And then thy soul with me shall reign, Thy head a crown of glory gain." I'm going, &c.

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2 This life's a dream, an empty show ; But the bright world to which I go Hath joys substantial and sincere When shall I wake and find me there ?

3 O glorious hour, O blest abode ;

I shall be near, and like my God ; And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of the soul.

4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground Till the last trumpet's joyful sound ; Then burst the bands with sweet surprise, And in my Saviour's ima^e rise.

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3 Why should we mourn these fading flowers, From this low vale removed,

To bloom afresh in angel's bowers, By them and Christ beloved ?

4 Thus severed from their parent stem, Our babes go on before ;

That our fond hopes may follow them, To that immortal shore.

5 There they and we, (when Christ appears,) All washed from sin's foul stain,

Shall flourish through eternal years, Nor die. nor weep again.

FRIENDSHIP. C. M.

Rev. W. F. Farrington.

End,

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3 No lingering look, no parting sigh,

Our future meetings know : There friendship beams from every eye,

And hope immortal grow. This is the hope, the blissful hope, &c.

SECOND HYMN. 1

O, what has Jesus bought for me !

Before my ravished eyes, Rivers of life divine, I see.

And trees of paradise. This is the hope, the blissful hope, &c.

I see a world of spirits bright, Who taste the glories there ;

They all are robed in spotless white, And conquering palms they bear.

This is the hope, the blissful hope, &c.

O, W/hat are all my sufferings here, If, Lord, thou count me meet

With that enraptured host t' appear, And worship at thy feet !

This is the hope, the blissful hope, &c.

4 Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,

Take life or friends away : But let me find them all again

In that eternal day. This is the hope, the blissful hope, &c.

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Are fclt and feared no more.

3 When shall I reach that happy place,

And be Tor ever blest? When shall I see my Father's face,

And in his bosom rest? Filled with delight, my raptured soul,

Would here no longer stay ! Though Jordan's waves around me roll.

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You live, devoid of peace ; A thousand stings within your breast

Deprive your souls of ease. 3 Your way is dark, and leads to death :

AVhy will you persevere ? Can you in endless torments breathe.

Shut up in black despair? 4 Why will you in the naked ways

Of sin and folly go V In pain you travel all your days,

To reap eternal wo. 5 But he that turns to God shall live.

Through his abounding grace : His mercy will the guilt forgive,

Of those that seek his face. 6 Bow to the sceptre of his word,

Renouncing every sin. Submit to him your sovereign Lord,

And learn his will divine.

SECOND HYMN. 1

Forever here my rest shall be,

Close to thy bleeding side ; This all my hope, and all my plea, —

For me the Saviour died. 2 My dying Saviour and my God,

Fountain for guilt and sin, Sprinkle me ever with thy blood,

And cleanse and keep me clean.

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Wash me,and make me thus thine own ;

Wash me, and mine thou art ; Wash me, but not my feet alone, —

My hands, my head, my heart. 4 The' atonement of thy blood apply,

Till faith to sight improve ; Till hope in full fruition die,

And all mv soul be love.

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1 How tedious and tasteless the hours

When Jesus no longer I see ; Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowera,

HjTv^e aU lost 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.

2 His name yields the richest 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 so happy as I,

My summer would last all the year.

3 Content with beholding his face,

My all to his pleasure resigned ; No changes of season or place

Would make any change in my mind ; While blessed with a sense of his love,

A palace a toy would appear; And prisons would palaces prove,

If Jesus would dwell with me there.

4 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 ? O 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.

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But this cannot suffice, Unless thou plantest in my heart

A constant paradise. 5 My earth thou wat'rest from on high,

But make it all a pool : Spring up, O "Well, 1 ever cry;

Spring up within my soul.

SECOND HYMN. 1

O Lord, another dayhas flown,

And we, a lowly band, Are met once more before thy throne,

To bless thy fost'ring hand.

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Thy heavenly grace to each impart;

AH evil far remove ; And shed abroad in every heart

Thine everlasting love.

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In Christian bonds unite : Let peace and love conclude the day,

And hail the morning light.

4 Thus chasten'd, cleansed, entirely thine,

A flock by Jesus led, — The sun of holiness shall shine

In glory on our head.

And thou wilt turn our.wand'ring feot, And thou wilt bless our way.

Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet The dawn of endless dav.

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Jesus, the Life, the Truth, the Way;

In whom I now believe, As taught by thee, in faith I pray,

Expecting to receive. Thy will by me on earth be done,

As by the powers above, Who always see thee on thy throne,

And glory in thy love. I ask in confidence the grace.

That I may do thy will. As angels, who behold thy face.

And all thy words fulfil. Surely I shall, the sinner I,

Shall serve thee without fear. If thou my nature sanctify

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SECOND HYMN. ^ 1

My God, the spring of all nly joys,

The life of my delights. The glory of my brightest days,

And comfort of my nights : —

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My dawning is begun ; Thou art my soul's bright morning star,

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To see and praise my Lord.

5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death

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WOODLAND. 0. M.

1. There is an hour of peaceful rest,To mourning wanderers given ;There is a joy for

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And find repose in heaven.

3 There is a home for weary souls,

By sin and sorrow driven, When toss'd on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,

And all is drear but heaven.

4 There faith Hfts up the tearless eye,

To brighter prospects given ; It views the tempest passing by. Sees evening shadows quickly fly,

And all serene in heaven.

6 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given ; There rays divine disperse the gloom ; Beyond the dark and narrow tomb, Appears the dawn of heaven.

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SECOND HYMN.

1 Let every tongue thy goodness speak,

Thou sovereign Lord of all, Thy strengthening hands uphold the weak. And raise the poor that fall.

2 When sorrows bow the spirit down,

When virtue lies distressed; Beneath the proud oppressor's frowa, Thou giv'st the mourner rest.

3 Thou know'st the pains thy servants feel,

Thou hear'st thy children's cry ; And their best wishes to fulfil, Thy grace is ever nigh.

4 Thy mercy never shall remove,

From men of heart sincere : Thou sav'st the souls whose humble love, Is join'd with holy fear.

5 My hps shall dwell upon thy praise,

And spread thy fame abroad ; Let all the sons of Adam raise. The honours of their God.

1 The gospel ! O, what endless charms.

Dwell in that bUssful sound ;

Its influence every fear disarms.

And spreads delight around.

2 Here pardon, life, and joy divine

In rich effusion flow, For guilty rebels, lost in sin, And doom'd to endless wo.

3 Th' almighty Former m the skies

Stoops to our vile abode ; While angels view with wond'ring eyes, And hail th' incarnate God.

4 How rich the depths of love divine !

Of bliss a boundless store ! Redeemer, let me call thee* mine, — Thy fulness I implore.

5 On thee alone my hope relies ;

Beneath thy cross I fall ; My Lord, my life, my sacrifice, My Saviour, and my all.

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2 Let love, in one delightful stream,

Through every bosom flow ; And union sweet, and dear esteem,

In every action glow. Love is the golden chain that binds

The happy souls above ; And he's an heir to heaven that finds

His bosom glow with love.

SECOND HYMN".

1 How happy every child of grace,

Who knows his sins forgiven ! This earth he cries is not my place,

I seek my place in heaven : A country far from mortal sight.

Yet O ! by faith I see ; The Land of rest, the saint's delight.

The heaven prepared for me.

2 O what a blessed hope is ours !

While here on earth we stay. We more then taste the heavenly powers.

And antedate that day : We feel the resurrection near,

Our life in Christ concealed, And with his glorious presence here

Our earthen vessels filled.

3 O would he more of heaven bestow.

And let the vessels break ; And let our ransomed spirits go.

To grasp the God we seek ; In rapt'rous awe on him to gaze.

Who bought the sight for me, And shout and wonder at his grace " To all eternity.

58 THE CALM RETREAT. C. M.

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Sweet Source of hght divine, And all harmonious names in one,

My Saviour, — thou art mine ! 5 The thanks I owe thee, and the love,

A boundless, endless store, Shall echo through the realms above,

When time shall be no more.

SECOND HYMN.

I love to steal awhile away From every cumb'ring care,

And spend the hours of setting day In humble, grateful prayer.

I love in solitude to shed

The penitential tear. And all his promises to plead

Where none but God can hear. 3 I love to think on mercies past,

And future good implore, — • And all my cares and sorrows cast

On Him whom I adore. 4 I love by faith to take a view

Of brighter scenes in heaven ; The prospect doth my strength renew,

While here by tempests driven.

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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.

Thy saints in all this glorious war,

Shall conquer, though they die ; They see the triumph from afar.

By faith they bring it nigh. When that illustrious day shall rise.

And all thy armies shine In robes of victory thro' the skies,

The glory shall be thine.

SECOND HYMM.

. Thou art the Way : to thee alone,

From sin and death we flee ; And he who would the Father seek|

Must seek him. Lord, by thee. Thou art the Truth : thy word alone

True wisdom can impart; Thou only canst inform the mind,

And purify the heart. I Thou art the Life : the rending tomb

Proclaims thy conqu'ring arm ; And those who put their trust in thee

Nor death nor hell shall harm. Thou art the Way,the Truth, the Life ;

Grant us that way to know — That truth to keep, that life to win,

Whose joys eternal flow.

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2 In hope of that immortal crown

I now the cross sustain ; -And gladly wander up and down,

And smile at toil and pain : I suffer on my threescore years,

Till my Deliverer come ; And wipe away his servant's tears,

And take his exile home.

3 0 what hath Jesus bought for me !

Before my ravish'd 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 rob'd in spotless white.

And conqu'ring palms they bear.

4 0 what are all my suff 'rings here,

If, Lord, thou count me meet. With that enraptur'd host to' 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,

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SECOND HYMN.

Lord I believe a rest remains.

To all thy people known ; A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,

And thou art loved alone : A rest where all our soul's desire

Is fix'd on things above ; Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,

Cast out by perfect love.

O that I now the rest might know,

Believe, and enter in : Now, Saviour, now the power bestow,

And let me cease from sin. Remove this hardness from my heart ;

This unbelief remove : To me the rest of faith impart, —

The Sabbath of thy love

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3 There generous fruits that never fail.

On trees immortal grow ; There rocks, and hills, and brooks, and vale. With milk and honey flow.

4 All o'er those wide-extended plains,

Shines one eternal day ; There God the Son for ever reigns. And scatters night away.

5 No chilling winds, nor poisonous breath.

Can reach that healthful shore; Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, Are felt and feared no more.

6 When shall I reach that happy place.

And be for ever blest? When shall I see my Father's face. And in his bosom rest?

7 Filled with delight, my raptured soul.

Would here no longer stay ! Though Jordan's waves around me roll, _ Fearless I 'd launch away.

8 There on those high and flowery plains.

Our spirits ne'er shall tire ; But in perpetual, joyful strains, Redeeming love admire.

SECOND HYMN.

1 Come, 0 thou all victorious Lord,

Thy power to us make known ; Strike with the hammer of thy Word, And break these hearts of stone.

2 0 that we all might now begin

Our foolishness to mourn ; And turn at once from every sin, And to the Saviour turn.

3 Give us ourselves and thee to know.

In this our gracious day;

Repentance unto life bestow.

And take om* sins away.

4 Convince us first of unbelief.

And fi-eely then release ; Fill every soul with sacred grief. And then with sacred peace.

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That I may love thee more.

3 My feet shall travel all the length

Of the celestial road; And march, with courage in thy strength, To see the Lord my God.

4 Awake ! awake ! my tuneful powers,

"With this delightful song; And entertain the darkest hours, Nor think the season long.

SECOND HYMN.

1 Salvation! 0, the joyful sound!

'Tis pleasure to our ears : A sovereign balm for ev'iy wound, A cordial for our fears.

2 Buri'd in sorrow, and in sin,

At hell's dark door we lay; But we arise by grace divine To see a heavenly day.

3 Salvation! let the echo fly

The spacious earth around,

"While all the armies of the sky

Ck)nspire to raise the sound,

4 Salvation! O, thou bleeduig Lamb,

To thee the praise belongs ! Salvation shall inspire our hearts, And dwell upon our tongues.

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2 Into tliat happy number, Lord, Us weary sinners take ;

Jesus, fulfil thy gracious word, For thine own mercy's sake.

3 Turn back our nature's rapid tide. And we shall flow to thee,

While down the stream of time we glide To our eternity.

4 The well of life to us thou art. Of joy the swelling flood ;

Wafted by thee, with willing heart, We swift return to God.

5 We soon shall reach the boundless sea,

Into thy fulness fall: Be lost and swallow'd up in thee, Our God, our All in All

SECOND HYMN.

O who, in such a world as this, Could bear his lot of pain.

Did not one radiant hope of bliss Unclouded yet remain ?

That hope the sov'reign Lord has given.

Who reigns above the skies*, Hope that unites the soul to heaven

By faith's endearing ties.

Each care, each ill of mortal birth,

Is sent in pitying love, To lift the ling'ring heart from earth,

And speed its flight above.

And every pang that wrings the breast.

And every joy that dies, Tell us to seek a purer rest,

And trust to holier ties.

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3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,

And shut his glories in ; When Christ the mighty Maker died, For man the creature's sin !

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,

While his dear cross appears ; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears.

5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay

The debt of love I owe : Here, Lord, I give myself away, 'Tis all that I can do.

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Oh hour of fate ! when from the skies

With notes of deepest dread,

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Shall summon forth the dead.

What countless hosts shall stand without

The heavenly threshold fair.

And gazing on the blest exclaim

*'I have no father there."

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Or force him to depart. Through grace we hearken to thy voice,

Yield to be sav'd from sin : In sure and certain hope rejoice,

That thou wilt enter in. Come quickly in, thou heavenly guest,

Nor ever hence remove ; But sup with us, and let the feast

Be everlasting love.

SECOND HYMN.

With joy we meditate the grace

Of our High Priest above ; His heart is made of tenderness,

His bowels melt with love. Touch'd with a sympathy within,

He knows our feeble frame ; He knows what sore temptations mean,

For he hath felt the same.

WESLEY AN SACRED HARP. 71

He, in the days of feeble flesh,

Pour'd out strong cries and tears, And in his measure feels afresh

What every member bears. He '11 never quench the smoking flax,

But raise it to a flame ; The bruised reed he never breaks,

Nor scorns the meanest name. Then let our humble faith address

His mercy and liis power ; We shall obtain deliv'ring grace

In every trying hour.

SECOND HYMN.

Come, let us use the grace divine,

And all with one accord, In a perpetual cov'nant join,

Ourselves to Christ the Lord. Give up ourselves through Jesus' power ;

His name to glorify ; And promise in this sacred hour,

For God to live and die. The cov'nant we this moment make

Be ever kept in mind ; We will no more our God forsake,

Or cast his words behind. We never will throw off his fear.

Who hears our solemn vow ; And if thou art well pleased to hear,

Come down and meet us now !

THIRD HYMN.

Jesus, united by thy grace,

And each to each endear'd. With confidence we seek thy face.

And know our prayer is heard. Still let us own our common Lord,

And bear thine easy yoke, — A band of love, a threefold cord,

Which never can be broke. Make us into one spirit drink ;

Baptize into thy name ; And let us always kindly think,

And sweetly speak the same. Touch'd by the loadstone of thy love,

Let all our hearts agree ; And ever toward each other move,

And ever move toward thee. To thee, inseparably join'd.

Let all our spirits cleave ; O may wc all the loving mind

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And nothing know beside, — Nothing desire, nothing esteem,

Btit Jesus' crucified. Closer and closer let us cleave

To his beloved embrace ; Expect his fulness to receive.

And grace to answer grace. Partakers of the Saviour's grace,

The same in mind and heart. Nor joy, nor grief, nor time, nor placei

Nor life, nor death can part.

SECOND HYMN.

O for that tendeniess of heart, Which bows before the Lord ;

Acknowledging how just thou art, And trembling at thy word !

WE6LEYAN SACRED HARP. 73

2 0 for those humble, contrite tears,

Which from repentance flow : That consciousness of guilt, which fears The long-suspended blow !

3 Saviour, to me, in pity give

The sensible distress ; The pledge thou wilt, at last, receive, And bid me die in peace :

4 Wilt from the dreadful day remove,

Before the evil come ; My spirit hide with saints above, My body in the tomb.

THIRD HYMX.

1 Let every mortal ear attend,

And every heart rejoice ; The trumpet of the gospel sounda With an inviting voice.

2 Ho ! all ye hungry, starving souls,

That feed upon the wind. And vainly strive with earthly toys To fill an empty mind.

3 Ho ! ye that pant for living streams,

And pine away and die. Here you may quench your raging thirst With springs that never dry.

4 Rivers of love and mercy here

In a rich ocean join ; Salvation in abundance flows. Like floods of milk and wine.

5 The happy gates of gospel grace

Stand open night and day ; Lord, we are come to seek supplies, And drive our wants away.

FOURTH HYMN".

1 How large the promise, how divine,

To Abrah'm and his seed, — I am a God to thee and thine, Supplying all their need.

2 The words of his unbounded love

From age to age endure ; The Angel of the Cov'nant proves And seals the blessing sure.

3 Jesus the ancient faith confirms.

To our great father given ; He takes our children to his arms. And calls them heirs of heaven.

4 O God, how faithful are thy ways !

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Reflect ; thou hast a soul to save ;

Thy sins, how high they mount ! What are thy hopes beyond the grave V

How stands that dark account i Death enters, and there's no defence,

His time there's none can tell ; He'll in a moment call thee hence,

To heaven or down to hell. Thy flesh, perhaps thy greatest care,

Shall crawling worms consume ; But ah, destruction stops not there,

Sin kills beyond the tomb.

SECOND HYMN.

That awful day wiU surely come,

Th* appointed hour makes haste, When I must stand before my Judge,

And pass the solemn test. Jesus, thou source of all my joys.

Thou ruler of my heart, How could I bear to hear thy voice

Pronounce the sound, "Depart." The thunder of that awful word

Would so torment my ear, 'Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord,

With most tormenting fear. What, to be banish'd from my Lord,

And yet forbid to die ! To linger in eternal pain.

And death for ever fly ! O wretched state of deep despair,

To see my God remove, And fix my doleful station, where

I must not taste his love !

THIRD HYMN.

1 Why should our tears in sorrow flow

When God recalls his own, And bids them leave a world of wo, For an immortal crown ?

2 Is not e'en death a gain to those

"Whose life to God was given ? Gladly to earth their eyes they close, To open them in heaven.

3 Their toils are past, their work is done,

And they are fully blest ; -They fought the fight, the vict'ry won, And enter'd into rest.

4 Then let our sorrows cease to flow ;

God has recali'd his own ; But let our hearts, in every wo, Still say, — Thy will be done.

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How beautiful on mountains' top,

The herald's feet appear ; While tidings, blessed tidings, drop,

The broken heart to cheer. They're coming, &c.

To all the region round about, The news has swiftly flown, That sinners deep in guilt, have sought And found what others spurn. They're coming, &c. Back-sliders too, begin to view

What traitors they have been, Confessing, ask, ''what shall I do ? " A hell I feel within.

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SOLITUDE. C. M.

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3 I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore,

And all my care.> and sorrows cast On him whom I adore.

4 I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven ;

The prospect doth my strength renew, While here by tempests driven.

5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o*er, May its departing ray

Be calm as this impressive hour, [7*] And lead to endless day.

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4 0 may thy Spirit guide my feet

In ways of righteousness! Make eveiy path of duty straight And plain before my face.

SECOND IIYMX.

1 Once more, my soul, the rising day

Salutes thy waking eyes ; Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay To Him that rules the skies.

2 Night unto night his name repeats,

The day renews the sound; Wide as the heavens on which he sits, To turn the seasons round.

3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame;

My tongue shall speak his praise; My sins mi^ht rouse his wrath to flame, But yet his wrath delays.

4 O God, let all my hours be thine.

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4 Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest ;

I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee.

6 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.

SECOND HYMX.

1 O 'tis delight, without alloy, Jesus, to hear thy name ;

My spirit leaps with inward joy, I feel the «»acred flama.

2 My passions hold a pleasing reign, When love inspires my breast,

Love, the divinest of the train, The sovereign of the rest.

3 This is the grace must live and sing W hen faith and hope shall cease,

Must sound from every joyful string Through the sweet groves of bliss.

4 Let life immortal seize my clay ; Let love refine my blood ;

Her flames can bear my soul away, Can bring me near my God.

5 Swift I ascend the heavenly place, And hasten to my home,

I leap to meet thy kind embrace, I come, O Lord, I come.

6 Sink down, ye separating hills, Let sin and death remove ;

*Tis love that drives my chariot wheela. And death must yield to love.

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3 O Jesus, could I this beheve,

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4 Author of faith, to thee I lift

My weary, longing eyes : O let me now receive that gift. My soul without it dies.

SECOND HYMN.

1 When all thy mercies, O my God,

My rising soul surveys, Transporte with the view, I 'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.

2 O how can words with equal warmth

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Thy mercy lent an ear, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had leam'd To form themiselves in prayer.

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When in the slipp'ry paths of youth,

With heedless steps, I ran ; Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,

And led me up to man.

Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,

It gently elear'd my way ; And through the pleasing snares of vice,

More to be fear'd than they.

Through every period of my life

Thy goodness I'll pursue ; And after death, in distant worlds,

The leasing theme renew.

THIRD HYMN.

Let every mortal ear attend,

And every heart rejoice ; The trumpet of the gospel sounds

With an inviting voice.

Ho ! all ye hungry, starving souls,

That feed upon the wind. And vainly strive with earthly toys

To fill an empty mind ; —

Eternal AVisdom hath prepared

A soul-reviving feast, And bids your longing appetites

The rich provision taste.

Ho ! ye that pant for living streams,

And pine away and die, Here you may quench your raging thirst

With springs that never dry.

FOURTH HYMN.

1 Try us, O God, and search the ground

Of every sinful heart : Whate'er of sin in us is found, O bid it all depart.

2 If to the right or left we stray,

Leave us not comfortless ; But guide our feet into the way

Of everlasting peace. 8 Help us to help each other, Lord,

Each other's cross to bear : Let each his friendly aid afford.

And feel his brother's care. Help us to build each other up ;

Our little stock improve ; Increase our faith, confirm our hope ;

And perfect us in love.

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2 See, Jesus stands with open arms ;

He calls, he bids you come : O stay not back, though fear alarms ! For yet there still is room.

3 O come, and with his children taste

The blessings of his love ; While hope attends the sweet repast, Of nobler joys above !

4 There with united heart and voice,

Before the eternal throne, Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice, In ecstacies unknown.

5 And yet ten thousand thousand more,

Are welcome still to come : Ye happy souls, the grace adore ; Approach, there yet is room.

SECOND HYMN.

1 O for a breeze of heavenly love,

To waft our souls away. To that celestial place above. Where pleasures ne'er decay.

2 Eternal Spirit, deign to be

Our pilot here below. To steer through life's tempestuous sea, When stormy winds do blow.

3 From rocks of pride on either hand,

From quicksands of despair — O guide us safe to Canaan's land, Through every latent snare.

4 Anchor us in that port above.

On that celestial shore. Where dashing billows never move, Whi^re teQipests nevQi r.oar.

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2 Thy gardens and thy pleasant walks,

My study long have been ; Such dazzling views, by human sight

Have never yet been seen. If Heav'n be thus so glorious, Lord,

Why should I stay from thence ; What folly's this, that I should dread

To die, and go from hence.

3 Reach down, O Lord, thine arm of grace,

And cause me to ascend, Where congregations ne'er break up,

And Sabbaths never end. Jesus, my Lord, to Glory's gone,

Him will I go and see. And all my brethren here below,

Will soon come after me.

4 My friends, I bid you all adieu,

I leave you in God's care ; And if I never more see you,

Go on, I'll meet you there. 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.

SECOND HYMN.

1 Behold the sure Foundation-stone

Which God in Zion lays, To build our heavenly hopes upon,

And his eternal praise. Chosen of God, to sinners dear,

We now adore thy Name ; We trust our whole salvation here,

Nor can we suffer shame.

2 The foolish builders, scribe and priest.

Reject it with disdain ; Yet on this Rock the church shall rest,

And envy rage in vain. What though the gates of hell withstood,

Yet must this building rise ; 'Tis thine own work, almighty God, [8] And wondrous in our eyes.

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3 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.

4 Reach down, O Lord, thine arm of grace.

And cause me to ascend ; Where congregations ne'er break up, And Sabbaths never end.

SECOND HYJIN.

Jerusalem ; my happy home ;

Name ever dear to me ; When shall my labours have an end

In joy and peace in thee ?

O when, thou, city of my God, Shall I thy courts ascend,

Where congregations ne'er break up, And sabbaths have no end ?

WESLEYAN SACRED HARP, 87

8 Why should I shrink at pain and woe ? Or, feel, at death, dismay ? I've Canaan's goodly land in view, And realms of endless day.

4 A£Ostles, martyrs , prophets there,

Around my Saviour stand ; And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band.

5 Jerusalem, my happy home ;

My soul still pants for thee ; Then shall my labours have an end, When I thy joys shall see.

THIRD HYMN.

1 There is a land of pure delight,

Where saints immortal reign ; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides.

And never-withering flowers ; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours.

8 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood. Stand dress'd in living green ; So to the Jews old Canaan stood. While Jordan roll'd between.

4 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Could fright us from the shore.

FOURTH HYilN.

1 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 ?

2 No tranquil joys on earth I know ;

No peaceful sheltering dome,

This world's a wilderness of woe ;

This world is not my home.

3 To Jesus Christ I sought for rest.

He bade me cease to roam ; And fly for succor to his breast. And he'd conduct me home. .

4 Weary of wandering round and round

This vale of sin and gloom ; I long to leave the unhallowed ground, And dwell with Christ at home.

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4 Perhaps he will admit my plea,

Perhaps will hear my prayer ; But, if I perish, I will pray, And perish only there.

5 I can but perish if I go—

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WESLEYAN SACRED HARP. 89

SECOND HYMN.

Sinners, the Toice of Grod regard ;

*Tis mercy speaks to-day : He calls you by his sacred word

From sin's destructive way.

Like the rough sea that cannot rest,

You live, devoid of peace ; A thousand stings within your breast

Deprive your souls of ease.

Your way is dark, and leads to death :

Why will you persevere ? Can you in endless torments breathe,

Shut up in black despair ?

Why wiU you in the naked ways

Of sin and folly go ? In pain you travel all your days,

To reap eternal wo. But he that turns to God shall Uve,

Through his abounding grace : His mercy will the guilt forgive,

Of those that seek his face.

Bow to the sceptre of his word.

Renouncing every sin. Submit to him your sovereign Lord,

And learn his will divine.

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THIRD HYMN.

Before thy mercy-seat, O Lord,

Behold, thy servants stand. To ask the knowledge of thy word,

The guidance of thy hand.

Let thy eternal truths, we pray,

Dwell richly in each heart ; That from the safe and narrow way,

We never may depart.

Lord, from thy word remove the seal,

Unfold its hidden store ; And as we hear, O may we feel,

Its value more and more.

Help us to see the Saviour's love,

Beaming from every page ; And let the thoughts of joys above,

Our inmost souls engage.

Thus while thy word our footsteps guide

ShaU we be truly blest ; And safe arrive where love provides,

An everlasting rest

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3 That I from thee no more may part,

No more thy goodness grieve,

The filial awe, the fleshly heart,

The tender conscience give.

4 Quick as the apple of an eye,

0 God my conscience make; Awake my soul when sin is nigh, And keep it still awake.

5 If to the right or left I stray,

That moment, Lord, reprove; And let me weep mj' life away, For having grieved thy love.

6 0 may the least omission pain

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SECOND HYMN.

1 How sad our state by nature is!

Our sin how deep it stains I And Satan binds our captive souls Fast in his slavish chains.

2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace

Sounds from the sacred word : Ho! ye despairing sinners, come. And trust a faithful Lord.

3 My soul obeys the gracious call,

And runs to this relief; I would believe thy promise, Lord I O help my unbelief.

4 To the blest fountain of thy blood

Incarnate God, I fly ; Here let me wash my spotted soul From crimes of deepest dye.

5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,

Into thy arms I fall ; Be thou my strength and righteousneM. My Jesus and my all.

REDEMPTION. C. M.

J. B. P. 91

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3 '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 ! O Lamb of God, &c.

4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain.

And in full glory shine : O Lamb of God, was ever pain, Was ever love like thine ! O Lamb of God, &c.

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My hands, my head, my heart. The'atonement of thy blood apply,

Till faith to sight improve; Till hope in full ftniition die.

And all my soul be love.

SECOND HYMN.

1 Jesus, the name high over all,

In hell, or earth, or sky! Angels and men before it fall,

And devils fear and fly. Jesus, the Name to sinners dear,

The Name to sinners given! It scatters all their guilty fear :

It turns their hell to heaven.

2 Jesus the prisoner's fetters breaks,

And bruises Satan's head ; Power into strengthlcss souls it speaks.

And life into the dead. 0 that the world might taste and see

The riches of his grace ; The arras of love that compass me.

Would all mankind embrace.

3 His only righteousness I show,

His saving truth proclaim : *Tis all mv business here below,

To cry,'" Behold the Lamb !" Happy, if with my latest breath

I may but gasp his Name ! Preach him to all, and cry in death,

•• Behold, behold the Lamb!"

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Cast out by perfect love. 3 O that I now the rest might know,

Believe, and enter in ! Now, Saviour, now the power bestow.

And let me cease from sin ! 4 Remove this hardness from my heart.

This unbelief remove : To me the rest of faith impart,

The Sabbath of thy love.

SECOND HYMN.

1

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In this our evil day ; To all thy tempted followers give

The power to watch and pray.

Long as our fiery trials last, Long as the cross we bear,

0 let our souls on thee be cast In never-ceasing prayer 1

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The spirit of interceding grace, Give us in faith to claim ;

To wrestle till we see thy face, And know thy hidden name.

4 Till thou thy perfect love impart,

Till thou thyself bestow ; Be this the cry of every heart,

I will not let thee go.

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Thou tell thy name to me ; With all thy great salvation bless, And make me all like thee.

ADORATION. C. M.

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2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still, As days and months increase : And every beating pulse we tell, Leaves but the number less.

2 The year rolls round, and steals away

The breath Vnat first it gave :

Whate'er we do, where'er we be.

We're travelling to the grave.

4 Dangers stand thick through all the

ground, To push us to the tomb ; And fierce diseases wait around. To hurry mortals home.

5 Awake, O Lord, our drowsy sense

To walk this dangerous road ;

And if our souls are hurried hence.

May they be found with God !

SECOND HYMN.

O for that tenderness of heart Which bows before the Lord,

Acknowledging how just thou art, And trembling at thy word ;

O for those humble, contrite tears, Which from repentance flow ;

That consciousness of guilt, which fears The long-suspended blow.

Saviour, to me, in pity, give

The sensible distress ; The pledge thou wilt at last receive,

And bid me die in peace : AVilt from the dreadful day remove,

Before the evil come : My spirit hide with saints above, —

My body, in the tomb.

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Let storms of sorrow fall ; So I but safely reach my home, .

Jkly God, my heaven, my all : There I shall bathe my weary soul,

In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll

Across my peaceful breast.

SECOND HYMN.

1 Am I a soldier of the cross,

A follower 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 flowery beds of ease ; Whilst others fought to win the prize,

And sail'd through bloody seas ?

2 Are there no foes for me to face ?

Must I not stem the flood V Is this vile world a friend to grace,

To help me on to God ; Sure, I must fight, if I wouM reign ;

Increase my courage, Lord ; I'll bear the toil, endure the pain.

Supported by thy word.

3 Thy saints in all this glorious war,

Shall conquer, though they die ; They see the triumph from afar.

By faith they bring it nigh : When that illustrious day shall rise,

And all thy armies shine In robes of victory through the ekieSi

The glory shall be t.hlno.

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My gracious Master, and my God,

Assist me to proclaim, To spread througli all the earth abroad

The honors of thy name.

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*Tis music in the sinner's ears, 'Tis life, and health, and peace.

4 He breaks the power of cancell'd sin.

He sets the pris'ner free ; His blood can make the foulest clean ;

His blood avail'd for me.

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He speaks, and, listening to his voice, New life the dead receive ;

The mournful, broken hearts rejoice ; The humble poor believe.

SECOND HYMN. 1

While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night,

All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down,

And glory shone around.

"Fear not," said he, (for mighty dread Had seiz'd their troubled mind,)

"Glad tidings of great joy I bring To vou and all mankind.

To you, in David's town, this day,

"Is born, of David's line. The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ;

And this shall be the sign :

The heavenly babe you there shall find

To human view display'd. All meanly wrapp'd In swathing bands,

And in a manger laid."

Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith Appear'd a shining throng

Of angels praising God, on high. And thus address'd their song :

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And to the earth be peace ; Good will henceforth, from heaven to men, Bejrin and never cease."

THIKD HYMX. 1

All hail the power of Jesus' name I Let angels prostrate fall ;

Bring forth the royal diadem. And crown him Lord of all.

Ye chosen seed of Israel's race.

Ye ransom'd from the fall. Hail him who saves you by his grace, * And crown him Lord of all.

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Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall ;

Go spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all.

1 Lef every kindred, every tribe,

On this terrestrial ball. To him all majesty £U3cribe,

And crown him Lord of all.

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0 that with yonder sacred throng

We at his feet may fall ; We'll join the everlasting song.

And crown him Lord of all.

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AND THOU, ALAS ! MUST DIE. C. M.

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3 Swpfit spring! of lavs ail roses raa*le,

Whose charms for bemrv vin, Th^' davs dep'^rt, thy ro-^es fade, Thou too, alas ! must die

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SECOND HYMV.

1 With jov we hail the <a"re 1 dav, VVhi<'h Goi iia^ r-ill'd his oxvu; With joy t'l ' su'nmo'\s we obv-y. To woiship at his throne.

2 Thy chos-^n temnlo, Lo-1, how fair!

As hero thy st'ivant-; thronu' To bnath rhe 'm »>Me, ff!-vtMit prayer. And p'mr he grateful -on^'.

3 Spirir of in*acc'! 0 de gn fo Iwell

W thin thy C 'ur-h h- low ; Make her in holiness exc i, With pure djvot.on glow.

4 Let peare within h'^r wal's b3 found —

L(^r all her -o'ls unite. To spread wih holv zeal around. Her cl-ar and shining light.

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3 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.

4 And when this lisping, faultering

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SECOND HYMN.

Plung'd in a gulf of dark despair. We wretched sinners lay,

Without one cheering beam of hope. Or spark of glimm'ring day.

2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace

Beheld our helpless grief; He saw, and (O amazing love!) He ran to our relief.

3 Down from the shining seats above

With joyful haste he fled; Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead.

4 O for this love let rocks and hills

Their lasting silence break! And all harmonious human tongues, The Saviour's praises speak.

5 Angels, assist our mighty joys;

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3 No clullin? winds or po'^onou> breath

C;in reach rhat hcairhfnl <hor'' ; Sickness and «oi-row, pain and death,

Are felr and f-and no more. Wiien shall t reach fhar happy place,

And he for over liies ? When shaU I see mv P'ather's face,

And in his ho-om rest?

4 FM'^'d wth deliudit mv r iptured soul,

VVon'd here no lonijer stav; Thon,d) Jordan's waves around me roll,

Fearless I M launch awxy. There on those hiirh and Howery plains,

Our spirits ne'er shall tire; But in perpetual, jovf il strains,

Redeeming love admire.

SECOND HYMX.

1 Moi*t!d^, nwak'\ with angels join,

And chant 'he solemn lav; Jov, !ov<>. nnd gratitude combine.

To hail th' auspiciou- dav. In heaven the rapt'rous auug began,

And sw^'ct seraphic Hre Through nil the shining legions ran,

And strunir and tuned the lyre.

2 Sw'fr thi'onirh the vast expanse it flew,

And loud the echo roll'd ; Th" theme, the sonir. the jov, was new,—

'Twas more than heaven C(»u'd hold. Do'vn thvou-'h th" po'-tals of the sky

Th' im*v't.uT-i^ to-reit ran; An 1 ai.sreh fl w, with eaffer joy,

Tu beai* the news to man.

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3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends,

The partners of our blood. How they divide our wav'ring minds,

And leave but half for God.

4 The fondness of a creature's love,

How strong it strikes the sense ; Thither the warm affections move,

Nor can we call them thence.

5 My Saviour, let thy beauties be

My soul's eternal food : And grace command my heart away

From all created good.

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And must I be to judgment brought,

And answer in that day For every vain and idle thought,

And every word I say ? 2 Yes, ever}' secret of my heart

Shall shortly be made known, And I receive my just desert

For all that I have done. 3 How careful then ought I to live ;

With what religious fear ; Who such a strict account must give

For my behaviour here. 4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead.

The watchful power bestoAv ; So shall I to my ways take heed, —

To all I speak or do. 5 If now thou standest at the door,

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« Infl 'i'^p jov, or endless wo, Attends on ev^rv b-ea"h; And vet how iin once n' i we go, Upon the brnik of death!

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SECOND HYMN.

1 M^' -pin of life will soo'i b^- done,

The pa-sin/JT momenis -^ay ; As I iiffth'n'nir slnxdow-i o'er the mead. Proclaim the close of day

2 O that my h^art mii-'ht dwell aloof

From all created thimrs: And learn that wis loin from above, Wlx'nce t'uc contentment "^prinsfs. 5 Toiiraye, mv on!; thy bttereross, f'l evfry trial h re, S')ail bear th"e to ihv h "iven above, But -hall not enter th re.

4 The sitdiinir one-; t'lat hu nbly seek

In sorrowini; path~i b low, Sh:dl in eternitv rejoice.

Where cT)dles'< com forts flow.

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Of -lib U'larv cire, An I life's dnl vitijtiep no more

Tlii< ai'x'ous breas*- cn-nare. 0 Conr.iire, my ^onl; on God rely;

D'iiv'rr.nc • sooji wi!" com'-; A thousand w i' s h is P x>videuce

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Believing, true, and clean ; Which neither life nor death can part

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A heart in every thought renew'd.

And full of love divine ; Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,

A copy. Lord, of thine.

5

Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart ;

Come quickly from above ; Write thy new name upon my heart, —

Thy new, best name of love.

SECOND HYMN. 1

With joy we meditate the grace

Of our High Priest above ; His heart is made of tenderness,

His bowels melt with love. 2 • Touch'd with a sympathy within.

He knows our feeble frame ; He knows what sore temptations mean.

For he hath felt the same.

3 He, in the days of feeble flesh,

Pour'd out strong cries and tears, And in his measure feels afresh

What every member bears.

4 He'll never quench the smoking flax.

But raise it to a flame ; The bruised reed he never breaks,

Nor scorns the meanest name. 5 Then let our humble faith address

His mercy and his power; We shall obtain deliv'ring grace

In eveiy trying hour.*

THIRD HYMN. 1

Come, let us join our cheerful songs

With angels round the throne : Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,

But all their joys are one. 2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry,

To be exalted thus : Worthy the Lamb, our hearts reply,

For he was slain for us. 3 Jesus is worthy to receive

Honor and power divine ; And plessings more than we can give,

Be, Lord, forever thine. 4 The whole creation join in one,

To bless the sacred name Of Him that sits upon the throne,

And to adore the Lamb.

FOURTH HYMN. 1

Let every tongue thy goodness speak,

Thou sov'reign Lord of all ; Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak, And raise the poor that fall. 2 When sorrows bow the spirit down,

When virtue hes distressed. Beneath the proud oppressor's frown, Thou giv'st the mourner rest. 3 Thou know'st the pains thy servants feel, Thou hear'st thy children's cry ; And their best wishes to fulfil. Thy grace is ever nigh. 4 Thy mercy never shall remove From men of heart sincere : Thou sav'st the souls whose humble love Is join'd with holy fear. 5 My lips shall dwell upon thy praise,

And spread thy fame abroad ; Let all the sons of Adam raise The honors of their God.

108 DUNDEE. C M.

Foam the Scotch Psalter.

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And a'l thy worJ> fulfil. Surely I sliail, tlie sinner I,

Shall serve thee without fear, If thou my nature sanetify

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SECOND HYMN'.

1 Mv Saviou'% mv almighty Friend,

When I heffin thy praise, Wht're will the ^rowin^ numbers end,— The niimb-Ts of thy ^rrace?

2 I trust in thv eternal word;

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4 Aw«ke! Awake! my tuneful powers,

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With sins, and doubts, and fears.

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They, with united breath. Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, —

Their triumph to his death. 4 They mark'd the footsteps that he trod ;

His zeal inspired their breast ; And, foU'wing their incarnate God,

Possess the promised rest. 5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise

For his own pattern given ; While the long cloud of witnesses

Show the same path to heaven.

SECOND HYMN. 1

Ride forth victorious Conqu'ror, ride,

Till all thy foes submit, And all the powers of hell resign

Tkeir trophies at thy feet.

2 Send forth thy word, and let it fly

The spacious earth around.

Till every soul beneath the sun

Shall hear the joyful sound.

3 From sea to sea, from shore to shore.

Be thou, O Christ, adored ; And earth, with all her millions, shout

Hosannas to the Lord.

110 THE PRODIGAL'S RETURN. C. M.

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While I am starving here. I'll die no more, &c.

3 I'll so anrl toll h'm all I've done,

Fall -lown before h-- face, Unworthv to l)e ealle I his son. I'll set k a servant's place. I'll die no more, &c.

4 His Father saw him co'nimr back,

He saw. and ran, and smiled, And threw his arms around the neck Of his rebellious child. I'll die no more, &c. «

5 Father. I've sinned, but O forfjive!

Knoufrh! the Father said; Rejo'ce, my house, mv Son's alive, For whom I mourn'd as dead I'll die no more, Sir.

6 Now I<'t the fatted calf be slain.

And spread the news around; My son was dead, and lives again; Was lost, but now is found. I'll die no more, &c.

7 'Tis thus the Lord his love reveals,

To call poor sinners home. More than a Fath'-r's love he feels, And welcomes all that come. I'll die no more, &c.

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And all is drear, but heaven.

3 There Faith lifts up the tearless eye,

To brighter prospects given ; It views the tempest passing by, Sees evening shadows quickly fly,

And all serene — in heaven.

4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom.

And joys supreme are given ; There rays divine disperse the gloom : Beyond the dark, the narrow tomb.

Appears the dawn of heaven.

112

SILOAM. C. M.

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We seek thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age, and d«ath,

To keep us still thine own.

SECOND HYMN.

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.

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5 I would thy boundless love proclaim

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Refresh my soul in death.

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3 Before the hills in order stood,

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From everlasting thou art God,

To endless years the same.

4 A thousand ages, in thy sight,

Are like an evening gone: Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun.

5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,

Bears all its sons away; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day.

6 The busy trihes of flesh and blood.

With all their cares and fcar^. Are carried downwaid by the flood, And lost in foU'wing years.

7 O God, our help in ages past.

Our hope for years to come ; Be thou our guide while life shall last, And oui" pei-petual homo !

SECOND HYMN.

1 God moves in a mysterious way,

His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea. And rides upon the storm.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never-failing skill. He treasures up Ins bright designs. And works his sovereign will.

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,

The clouds ye so much dread Are l)ig with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.

4 .Turlge not the Lord by feeble sense,

But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.

5 His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour: The bud may have a bitter taste. But sweet will be the flower. G Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain: God is his own interpreter, Aud he will make it plain.

DEDHAM. C. M.

\VM. GARDINER.

Author of Music of Nature.

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His praises tuned my tongue ; And when the evening shades prevail'd,

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I call'd each promise mine. 4 But now, when evening shade prevails'

ISIy soul in darkness mourns ; And when the morn the liMit reveals,

No light to me returns.

5 Rise, Lord, and help me to prevail ;

O make my soul thy care ; I know thy mercy cannot fail ; —

Let me that mercy share.

SECOND HYMN.

See, Jesus, thy disciples see ;

The promised blessing give ; Met in thy name, we look to thee,

Expecting to receive. 2 Thee we expect, our faithful Lord,

Who in thy name are join'd ; We wait, according to thy word, ^ Thee in the midst to find.

3 With us thou art assembled here,

But O, thyself reveal ; Son of the living God, appear !

Let us thy presence feel. 4 Breathe on us, Lord, in this our day,

And these dry bones shall live ; Speak peace into our hearts, and say,

The Holy Ghost receive. 5 Whom now we seek, O may we meet,

Jesus, the crucified ; Show us thy bleeding hands and feet,

Thou who for \Xs bast died.

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OiK' church above, beneath, Though iiov/ divided by the stream.

The nari'ow stream, of death. 4 One army of the living God

To his command we bow ; Part of his host have cross'd the flood.

And part are crossing now. 5 Ten thousand to their endless home

This solemn moment fly ; And we are to the margin come.

And we expect to die. 6 His militant embodied host,

With wishful looks we stand, And long to see that happy coast,

And reach the heavenly land.

SECOND HYMN.

There is a glorious world of light,

Above the starry sky, Where saints departed,clothed in white,

Adore the Lord most high. 2

And hark, amid the sacred songs

Those heavenly voices raise. Ten thousand thousand infant tongues

Unite in perfect praise. 3 Those are the hymns that we shall

If Jesus we obey ; [know.

That is the place where we shall go,

If found in wisdom's way. 4 Soon will our earthly race be ruru—

Our mortal frame decay ; Children and teachers, one by one,

Must die and pass awav- 5 Great God,impress this serious thought,

To-dav, on every breast ; That both the teachers and the taught

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The men of grace have found

Glory begun below ; Celestial fruit on earthly ground

From faith and hope may grow. Yea, and before we rise

To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss

Should constant joys create. There we shall see his face,

And never, never sin ; There, from the nvers of his grace,

Drink endless pleasures in. Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry : We'er marching through Immanuel's ground

To fairer worlds on hiarh.

SECOND HYMN.

Ye fearful saint**, march on.

It is the Lord's command ; Never let trifles stop your way.

To Canaan's promised land. Though numerous foes arise,

And hell your course withstand : Still force your passage through them all,

'I'o Canaan's promised laud. Keep on a forward pace.

And never, never stand, Till you behold your Saviour's face,

In Canaan's promised land. Then shall you join above.

With all the ransomed band ; To celebrate redeeming love,

In Canaan's promised land.

THIRD HYMN.

Far from these scenes of night.

Unbounded glories rise, And realms of joy and pure delight,

Unknown to mortal eyes. Fair land ! — could mortal eyes

But half its charms explore, How would our spirits long to rise,

And dwell on earth no more ! No cloud those regions know. —

Realms ever bright and fair ; For sin, the source of mortal wo,

Can never enter there. O may the pro^^pect fire

Our hearts with ardent love, Till wings of faith, and strong desire,

Bear every thought above.

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FLETCHER. S. M.

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Nor lay thine armor down ; Thy arduous work will not be done,

Till thou obtain the crown. 4 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.

SECOND HYMN.

The Lord my shepherd is,

I shall be well supplied ; Since he is mine, and I am his,

What can I want beside ?

He leads me to the place

Where heavenly pasture grows. Where living waters gently pass,

And full salvation flows.

3 Wliile he affords his aid, I cannot yield to fear ; Though I should walk through death's dark shade, My Shepherd's with me there. 4 In spite of all my foes.

Thou dost my table spread ; My cup with blessings overflows, And joy exalts my head. 5 The bounties of thy love.

Shall crown my following days; Nor from thy house will I remove, Nor cease to speak thy praise.

WATCHMAN. S. M.

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3 What is it keeps me back,

From which I cannot part, — Which will not let the Saviour take Possession of my heart ?

4 Searcher of hearts, in mine

Thy trying power display ; Into its darkest corners shino, And take the veil away.

5 I now believe, in thee.

Compassion reigns alone ; According to my faith, to me O let it, Lord, be done !

In me is all the bar,

Whidi thou wouldst fain remove ; Remove it, and I shall declare

That God is only love.

SECOND HYMX.

My iVIaker and my Ki ng,

To thee my all I owe ; Thy sov'reign bounty is the spring

Whence all my blessings flow. The creature of thy hand,

On thee alone I live ; My God, thy benefits demand

jMore praise than I can give.

O, let thy grace inspire

My soul with strength divine ; Let all my powers to thee aspire,

And all my day? ije thine.

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That all the earth surveys, That rides upon the stormy sky,

And calms the roaring seas ; This awful God is ours,

Our Father and our love ; He will send down his heavenly powers,

To carry us above.

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SECOND IIYMX.

1 How beauteous are their feet.

Who stand on Zion's hill ; That bring salvation on their tongues,

And words of peace reveal ! How charming is their voice.

So sweet the tidings are ; " Zion, behold thy Saviour King ;

He reigns and triumphs here ! "

2 How happy are our ears,

That hear the joyful sound, Which Kings and prophets waited for,

And sought, but never found ! How blessed are our eyes,

That see this heavenly light ; Prophets and kings desir'd it long,

But died without the sijrht ! 3 The watchmen join their voice,

And tuneful notes employ ; Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,

And deserts learn the joy. The Lord makes bare his arm

Through all the earth abroad : Let every nation now behold

Their Saviour and their God.

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We all his unknown peace receive, And feel his blood applied.

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Disburden'd of her load, And swells, unutterably full

Of glory and of God.

His love, surpassing far

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The pointless darts of death.

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Andconqu'oi-s of the world, we dwell In heaven, who dwell in love.

SECOND HYMN.

1 And let our bodies part, —

To diff'rent climes repair ; Inseparably join'd in heart The friends of Jesus are.

2 O let us still proceed

In Jesus' work below ; And,foll'wing our triumphant Head, To further conquests go.

3 The vineyard of the Lord

Before his lab'rers lies ; And lo ! we see the vast reward Which waits us in the skies.

4 O let our heart and mind

Continually ascend. That haven of repose to find, '^^'here all our labours end ;

5 Where all our toils are o'er,

Our sufiVing and our pain ; Who meet on that eternal shore. Shall never part again.

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SECOND HYMN.

1 Did Christ o'er sinners weep,

And shall our cheeks be dry ? Let floods of p8!iitential grief Burst forth from every eye.

2 The Son of God in tears,

Angels with wonder see ! Be thou astonish'd, O my soul He shed those tears for thee.

3 He wept that we might weep,

Each sin demands a tear ; In heaven alone no sin is found, And there's no weeping there.

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8EC0XD HYMX.

When shall thy love constram,

And fowe me to thy breast? When shall my soul returji again

To her eternal rest '? Ah ! what avail my strife, —

My wand'ring to and fro V Thou hast the words of endless life ;

Ah ! whither should I go ? Thy condescending grace

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4 Lord, at thy feet I fall ; I groan to be set free ; I fain Avould now obey the call, And give up all for thee,

1 O That I could repent,

With all my idols part. And to thy gracious eye present An humble, contrite heart ;

2 A heart with grief oppress'd.

For having grieved my God ;

A troubled heart, that cannot rest

Till sprinkled Avith thy blood.

3 Jesus, on me bestow

The penitent desire ; With true sincerity of wo, My aching breast inspire.

'1 With soft'ning pity look.

And melt my hardness down :

Strike with thy love's resistless stroke,

And break this heart of stone.

LABAN. S. M. L. MASON. 127

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5 Present we know thou art ;

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5 O may thy quick'ning voice The death of sin remove ; And bid our inmost souls rejoice. In hopes of perfect love !

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My soul, be on thy guard ;

Ten tliousand 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 every day,

And help divine implore.

Ne'er think the vict'ry won, Nor lay thine armour down ;

The work of faith will not bp done Till thou obtain the crown.

Then persevere till death Shall bring thee to thy God ;

He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, To his divine abode.

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SECOND HYMX.

Let all who truly bear

The bleeding Saviour's name, Their faithful hearts with us prepare,

And eat the Paschal Lamb. This eucharistic feast,

Our every want supplies, And still we by his death are blest,

And share his sacrifice. Who thus our faith employ,

His sufTrings to record, E'en now we mournfully enjoy

Communion with our Lord. We too with him are dead,

And shall with him arise ; The cross on which he bows his head

Shall lift us to the skieg.

LISBON. S. M. I. READ.

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I can hold out no more : I sink, by dying love compell'd, And own thee conqueror.

3 Though late, I all forsake ;

My friends, my all, resign : Gracious Redeemer, take, O take, And seal me ever thine.

4 Come, and possess me whole,

Nor hence again remove ; Settle and fix mv wav'rini; soul With all thy weight of love.

5 My one desire be this, —

Thy only love to know ; To seek and taste no other bliss, — No other good below.

6 My Ufe, my portion thou .

Thou all-sufficient art : My hope, my heavenly treasure,n®w Enter, and keep my heart

SECOND HYMN.

1 Blest be the tie that binds

Our hearts in Christian love ; The fellowship of kindred minda Is like to that above.

2 Before our father's throne,

We pour our ardent prayers :

Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,

Our comforts and our cares.

3 We share our mutual woes ;

Our mutual burdens bear ; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear.

4 When we asunder part.

It gives us inward pain, But we shall still be join'd in heart, And hope to meet again.

5 This glorious hope revives

Our courage by the way ; While each in expectation lives, And longs to see the day.

6 From sorrow, toil, and pain.

And sin we shall be free ; And perfect love and friendship reign Through all eternity.

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Let those refuse to sing,

AVho never knew our God; But Servants of the heavenly King,

May speak their joys abroad. The God wlio rules on high,

And all the earth surveys, Who rides upon the stormy sky.

And calms the roaring seas. This awful God is ours,

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And every tear be dry ; We're marching through Immanuel's ground

To fairer worlds on high.

SECOND HYMN.

The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields,

Or walk the golden streets. The men of grace have found

Glory begun below ; Celestial fruit on earthly ground

From faith and hope may grow. Yea, and before we rise

To that immortal state. The thoughts of such amazing blisa

Should constant joys create. There we shall see his face,

And never, never sin ; Tliere, from the rivers of his grace,

Drink endless pleasures in. Then let our songs abound.

And every tear be dry : We're marching through Immanuel's ground,

To fairer worlds on nigh.

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SECOND HYMN.

1 Grace ! 'tis a charming sound,

Harmonious to the ear; Heaven with the echo shall resound, And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contrived a way

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

3 Grace taught my roving feet

To tread the heavenly road ; And new supplies each hour I meet, While pressing on to God.

4 Grace all the work shall crown,

Through everlasting days ; It lays in heaven the topmost stono, And woU deferve« our praiao.

LORD OF THE HARVEST. S. M. s. h. 133

1. Lord of the har - vest, hear Thy need - y servant's cry ;

2. On thee we hum - bly wait, Our wants are in thv view ;

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4 Give the pure Gospel word,

The word of general glace ; Then let them preach the common Lord, Saviour of human race.

5 O let them spread thy name.

Their mission fully prove ;

Thy universal grace proclaim.

Thine all-redeeminj; love !

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