Methodist Hymnal - 1889 Edition
001 - 099

1 = C.M.

1        O FOR a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemer's praise, The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of his grace!

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

3        Jesus! the name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 'Tis life, and health, and peace.

4        He breaks the power of cancelled sin, He sets the prisoner free; His blood can make the foulest clean, His blood availed for me.

5        He speaks, and, listening to his voice, New life the dead receive, The mournful, broken hearts rejoice, The humble poor believe.

6        Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb, Your loosened tongues employ; Ye blind, behold your Saviour come, And leap, ye lame, for joy.

7        Look unto him, ye nations, own Your God, ye fallen race; Look, and be saved through faith alone, Be justified by grace.

8        See all your sins on Jesus laid: The Lamb of God was slain, His soul was once an offering made For every soul of man.

9        Awake from guilty nature's sleep, And Christ shall give you light, Cast all your sins into the deep, And wash the 'thiop white.

10        With me, your chief, ye then shall know, Shall feel your sins forgiven; Anticipate your heaven below, And own that love is heaven.

2 = L.M. Luke xiv. 16-24.

1        COME, sinners, to the gospel feast, Let every soul be Jesu's guest; Ye need not one be left behind, For God hath bidden all mankind.

2        Sent by my Lord, on you I call, The invitation is to ALL: Come, all the world; come, sinner, thou! All things in Christ are ready now.

3        Come, all ye souls by sin opprest, Ye restless wanderers after rest, Ye poor, and maimed, and halt, and blind, In Christ a hearty welcome find.

4        Come, and partake the gospel feast; Be saved from sin; in Jesus rest; O taste the goodness of your God, And eat his flesh, and drink his blood!

5        Ye vagrant souls, on you I call; (O that my voice could reach you all!) Ye all may now be justified, Ye all may live, for Christ hath died.

6        My message as from God receive, Ye all may come to Christ, and live; O let his love your hearts constrain, Nor suffer him to die in vain!

7        His love is mighty to compel; His conquering love consent to feel, Yield to his love's resistless power, And fight against your God no more.

8        See him set forth before your eyes, That precious, bleeding sacrifice! His offered benefits embrace, And freely now be saved by grace.

9        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.

3 = 1Os&11s. John vii. 37-39.

1         ALL that pass by, To Jesus draw near, He utters a cry, Ye sinners, give ear! From hell to retrieve you He spreads out his hands; Now, now to receive you, He graciously stands.

2        If any man thirst, And happy would be, The vilest and worst May come unto me, May drink of my Spirit, Excepted is none, Lay claim to my merit, And take for his own.

3        Whoever receives The life-giving word, In Jesus believes, His God and his Lord, In him a pure river Of life shall arise, Shall in the believer Spring up to the skies.

4        My God and my Lord! Thy call I obey, My soul on thy word Of promise I stay, Thy kind invitation I gladly embrace, Athirst for salvation, Salvation by grace.

5        O hasten the hour! Send down from above The Spirit of power, Of health, and of love, Of filial fear, Of knowledge and grace, Of wisdom and prayer, Of joy and of praise;

6        The Spirit of faith, Of faith in thy blood, Which saves us from wrath, And brings us to God, Removes the huge mountain Of indwelling sin, And opens a fountain That washes us clean.

4 = L.M. Isaiah lv. 1-3.

1        HO! every one that thirsts, draw nigh! ('Tis God invites the fallen race) Mercy and free salvation buy; Buy wine, and milk, and gospel grace.

2        Come to the living waters, come! Sinners, obey your Maker's call; Return, ye weary wanderers, home, And find my grace is free for all.

3        See from the Rock a fountain rise! For you in healing streams it rolls; Money ye need not bring, nor price, Ye labouring, burdened, sin-sick souls.

4        Nothing ye in exchange shall give, Leave all you have and are behind, Frankly the gift of God receive, Pardon and peace in Jesus find.

5        Why seek ye that which is not bread, Nor can your hungry souls sustain? On ashes, husks, and air ye feed; Ye spend your little all in vain.

6        In search of empty joys below, Ye toil with unavailing strife; Whither, ah! whither would ye go? I have the words of endless life.

7        Hearken to me with earnest care, And freely eat substantial food, The sweetness of my mercy share, And taste that I alone am good.

8        I bid you all my goodness prove, My promises for all are free, Come, taste the manna of my love, And let your souls delight in me.

9        Your willing ear and heart incline, My words believingly receive; Quickened your souls by faith divine An everlasting life shall live.

5 = 10s&11s.

1        THY faithfulness, Lord, Each moment we find, So true to thy word, So loving and kind! Thy mercy so tender To all the lost race, The vilest offender May turn and find grace.

2        The mercy I feel To others I show, I set to my seal That Jesus is true: Ye all may find favour Who come at his call, O come to my Saviour, His grace is for all!

3        To save what was lost, from heaven he came; Come, sinners, and trust In Jesus's name. He offers you pardon; He bids you be free; "If sin be your burden, O come unto me!"

4        O let me commend My Saviour to you, The publican's friend And Advocate too, For you he is pleading His merits and death, With God interceding for sinners beneath.

5        Then let us submit His grace to receive, Fall down at his feet And gladly believe: We all are forgiven For Jesus's sake: Our title to heaven His merits we take.

6 = 8-7s. "Why will ye die, O house of Israel?" Ezek. xviii. 31.

1         SINNERS, turn, why will ye die? God, your Maker, asks you why? God, who did your being give, Made you with himself to live-He the fatal cause demands, Asks the work of his own hands, Why, ye thankless creatures, why Will ye cross his love, and die?

2        Sinners, turn, why will ye die? God, your Saviour, asks you why? God, who did your souls retrieve, Died himself, that ye might live; Will you let him die in vain? Crucify your Lord again? Why, ye ransomed sinners, why Will you slight his grace, and die?

3        Sinners, turn, why will ye die? God, the Spirit, asks you why? He who all your lives hath strove, Wooed you to embrace his love: Will you not his grace receive? Will you still refuse to live? Why, ye long-sought sinners, why Will you grieve your God, and die?

4        Dead, already dead within, Spiritually dead in sin, Dead to God while here you breathe, Pant ye after second death? Will you still in sin remain, Greedy of eternal pain? O ye dying sinners, why, Why will you for ever die?

7 = 8-7s. The same subject.

1         LET the beasts their breath resign, Strangers to the life divine; Who their God can never know, Let their spirit downward go. You for higher ends were born, You may all to God return, Dwell with him above the sky; Why will you for ever die?

2        You, on whom he favours showers, You, possest of nobler powers, You, of reason's powers possest, You, with will and memory blest, You, with finer sense endued, Creatures capable of God; Noblest of his creatures, why, Why will you for ever die?

3        You, whom he ordained to be Transcripts of the Deity; You, whom he in life doth hold; You, for whom himself was sold; You, on whom he still doth wait, Whom he would again create; Made by him, and purchased, why, Why will you for ever die?

4        You, who own his record true, You, his chosen people, you, You, who call the Saviour Lord, You, who read his written word, You, who see the gospel-light, Claim a crown in Jesu's right; Why will you, ye Christians, why Will the house of Israel die?

8 = 8-7s. The same subject.

1        WHAT could your Redeemer do More than he hath done for you? To procure your peace with God, Could he more than shed his blood? After all his waste of love, All his drawings from above, Why will you your Lord deny? Why will you resolve to die?

2        Turn, he cries, ye sinners, turn; By his life your God hath sworn, He would have you turn and live, He would all the world receive. If your death were his delight, Would he you to life invite? Would he ask, obtest, and cry, Why will you resolve to die?

3        Sinners, turn, while God is near: Dare not think him insincere: Now, even now, your Saviour stands, All day long he spreads his hands, Cries, Ye will not happy be! No, ye will not come to me! Me, who life to none deny: Why will you resolve to die?

4        Can you doubt if God is love? If to all His bowels move? Will you not his word receive? Will you not his OATH believe? See! the suffering God appears! Jesus weeps! believe his tears! Mingled with his blood, they cry, Why will you resolve to die?

9 = L.M.

1        SINNERS, obey the gospel-word! Haste to the supper of my Lord! Be wise to know your gracious day; All things are ready, come away!

2        Ready the Father is to own And kiss his late-returning son; Ready your loving Saviour stands, And spreads for you his bleeding hands.

3        Ready the Spirit of his love Just now the stony to remove, To apply, and witness with the blood, And wash and seal the sons of God.

4        Ready for you the angels wait, To triumph in your blest estate; Tuning their harps, they long to praise The wonders of redeeming grace.

5        The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost Is ready, with their shining host: All heaven is ready to resound, "The dead's alive! the lost is found!"

6        Come then, ye sinners, to your Lord, In Christ to paradise restored; His proffered benefits embrace, The plenitude of gospel grace:

7        A pardon written with his blood, The favour and the peace of God; The seeing eye, the feeling sense, The mystic joys of penitence;

8        The godly grief, the pleasing smart, The meltings of a broken heart, The tears that tell your sins forgiven, The sighs that waft your souls to heaven;

9        The guiltless shame, the sweet distress, The unutterable tenderness, The genuine, meek humility, The wonder, "Why such love to me?"

10        The o'erwhelming power of saving grace, The sight that veils the seraph's face; The speechless awe that dares not move, And all the silent heaven of love.

10 = 10s&11s. John vii. 37-39.

1        YE thirsty for God, To Jesus give ear, And take, through his blood, A power to draw near; His kind invitation Ye sinners embrace, Accepting salvation, Salvation by grace.

2        Sent down from above, Who governs the skies, In vehement love To sinners he cries, Drink into my Spirit, Who happy would be, And all things inherit By coming to me.

3        O Saviour of all, Thy word we believe! And come at thy call, Thy grace to receive; The blessing is given Wherever thou art. The earnest of heaven Is love in the heart.

4        To us at thy feet The Comforter give, Who gasp to admit Thy Spirit, and live; The weakest believers Acknowledge for thine, And fill us with rivers Of water divine.

11 = L.M. 2 Cor. v. 20.

1        GOD, the offended God most high, Ambassadors to rebels sends; His messengers his place supply, And Jesus begs us to be friends.

2        Us, in the stead of Christ, they pray, Us, in the stead of God, intreat, To cast our arms, our sins, away, And find forgiveness at his feet.

3        Our God in Christ! thine embassy, And proffered mercy, we embrace; And gladly reconciled to thee, Thy condescending goodness praise.

4        Poor debtors, by our Lord's request A full acquittance we receive! And criminals, with pardon blest, We, at our Judge's instance, live!

12 = S.M.

1        COME, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, While ye surround his throne: Let those refuse to sing Who never knew our God; But servants of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad.

2        The God that rules on high, 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.

3        There we shall see his face, And never, never sin; There, from the rivers of his grace, Drink endless pleasures in: Yea, and before we rise To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss Should constant joys create.

4        The men of grace have found Glory begun below; Celestial fruit on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow: Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We are marching through Immanuel's grounds To fairer worlds on high.

13 = 8-7s.

1        HAPPY soul that free from harms Rests within his Shepherd's arms! Who his quiet shall molest? Who shall violate his rest? Jesus doth his spirit bear, Jesus takes his every care; He who found the wandering sheep, Jesus still delights to keep.

2        O that I might so believe, Steadfastly to Jesus cleave, On his only love rely, Smile at the destroyer nigh; Free from sin and servile fear, Have my Jesus ever near, All his care rejoice to prove, All his paradise of love!

3        Jesus, seek thy wandering sheep, Bring me back, and lead, and keep; Take on thee my every care, Bear me, on thy bosom bear: Let me know my Shepherd's voice, More and more in thee rejoice, More and more of thee receive, Ever in thy Spirit live:

4        Live, till all thy life I know, Perfect through my Lord below, Gladly then from earth remove, Gathered to the fold above.

5        O that I at last may stand With the sheep at thy right hand, Take the crown so freely given, Enter in by thee to heaven!

14 = L.M. Prov. iii. 13-18.

1        HAPPY the man that finds the grace, The blessing of God's chosen race, The wisdom coming from above, The faith that sweetly works by love.

2        Happy beyond description he Who knows, The Saviour died for me, The gift unspeakable obtains, And heavenly understanding gains.

3        Wisdom divine! Who tells the price Of wisdom's costly merchandise Wisdom to silver we prefer, And gold is dross compared to her.

4        Her hands are filled with length of days, True riches, and immortal praise, Riches of Christ, on all bestowed, And honour that descends from God.

5        To purest joys she all invites, Chaste, holy, spiritual delights; Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her flowery paths are peace.

6        Happy the man who wisdom gains, Thrice happy who his guest retains! He owns, and shall for ever own, Wisdom, and Christ, and heaven are one.

15 = C.M.

1        HAPPY the souls to Jesus joined, And saved by grace alone, Walking in all his ways they find Their heaven on earth begun.

2        The church triumphant in thy love, Their mighty joys we know; They sing the Lamb in hymns above, And we in hymns below.

3        Thee in thy glorious realm they praise, And bow before thy throne, We in the kingdom of thy grace: The kingdoms are but one.

4        The holy to the holiest leads, From thence our spirits rise, And he that in thy statutes treads Shall meet thee in the skies.

16 = L.M. Primitive Christianity.

1        HAPPY the souls that first believed, To Jesus and each other cleaved, Joined by the unction from above In mystic fellowship of love.

2        Meek, simple followers of the Lamb, They lived, and spake, and thought the same; They joyfully conspired to raise Their ceaseless sacrifice of praise.

3        With grace abundantly endued, A pure, believing multitude, They all were of one heart and soul, And only love inspired the whole.

4        O what an age of golden days! O what a choice, peculiar race! Washed in the Lamb's all-cleansing blood, Anointed kings and priests to God!

5        Ye different sects, who all declare, "Lo, here is Christ! " or, "Christ is here!" Your stronger proofs divinely give, And show me where the Christians live.

6        The gates of hell cannot prevail; The church on earth can never fail; Ah, join me to thy secret ones! Ah, gather all thy living stones!

7        Scattered o'er all the earth they lie, Till thou collect them with thine eye, Draw by the music of thy name, And charm into a beauteous frame.

8        For this the pleading Spirit groans, And cries in all thy banished ones; Greatest of gifts, thy love impart, And make us of one mind and heart.

9        Join every soul that looks to thee In bonds of perfect charity; Now, Lord, the glorious fullness give, And all in all for ever live!

17 = L.M. SECOND PART.

1        JESUS, from whom all blessings flow, Great builder of thy church below, If now thy Spirit moves my breast, Hear, and fulfil thine own request!

2        The few that truly 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 behold How Christians lived in days of old, Mighty their envious foes to move, A proverb of reproach-and love.

5        From every sinful wrinkle free, Redeemed from all iniquity, The fellowship of saints make known; And, O my God, might I be one!

6        O might my lot be cast with these, The least of Jesu's witnesses! O that my Lord would count me meet To wash his dear disciples' feet!

7        This only thing do I require: Thou knowest 'tis all my heart's desire Freely what I receive to give, The servant of thy church to live;

8        After my lowly Lord to go, And wait upon thy saints below; Enjoy the grace to angels given, And serve the royal heirs of heaven.

9        Lord, if I now thy drawings feel, And ask according to thy will, Confirm the prayer, the seal impart, And speak the answer to my heart.

18 = 7s&6s.

1        FATHER, Saviour of mankind, Who hast on me bestowed An immortal soul, designed To be the house of God; Come, and now reside in me, Never, never to remove; Make me just and good, like thee, And full of power and love.

2        Bid me in thy image rise, A saint, a creature new, True, and merciful, and wise, And pure, and happy too. This thy primitive design, That I should in thee be blest, Should within the arms divine For ever, ever rest.

3        Let thy will on me be done; Fulfil my heart's desire, Thee to know and love alone, And rise in raptures higher; Thee, descending on a cloud, When with ravished eyes I see, Then I shall be filled with God To all eternity!

19 = 10s&11s.

1        REJOICE evermore With angels above, In Jesus's power, In Jesus's love: With glad exultation Your triumph proclaim, Ascribing salvation To God and the Lamb.

2        Thou, Lord, our relief In trouble hast been; Hast saved us from grief, Hast saved us from sin; The power of thy Spirit Hath set our hearts free, And now we inherit All fulness in thee;

3        All fulness of peace, All fulness of joy, And spiritual bliss That never shall cloy: To us it is given In Jesus to know A kingdom of heaven, A heaven below.

4        No longer we join While sinners invite, Nor envy the swine Their brutish delight; Their joy is all sadness, Their mirth is all vain, Their laughter is madness, Their pleasure is pain.

5        O might they at last With sorrow return, The pleasures to taste For which they were born; Our Jesus receiving, Our happiness prove, The joy of believing, The heaven of love!

20 = 6-7s.

1        WEARY souls, that wander wide From the central point of bliss, Turn to Jesus crucified, Fly to those dear wounds of his: Sink into the purple flood; Rise into the life of God!

2        Find in Christ the way of peace, Peace unspeakable, unknown; By his pain he gives you ease, Life by his expiring groan; Rise, exalted by his fall, Find in Christ your all in all.

3        O believe the record true, God to you his Son hath give Ye may now be happy too, Find on earth the life of heaven, Live the life of heaven above, All the life of glorious love.

4        This the universal bliss, Bliss for every soul designed, God's original promise this, God's great gift to all mankind: Blest in Christ this moment be! Blest to all eternity!

21 = S.M.

1        YE simple souls that stray Far from the path of peace, That lonely, unfrequented way To life and happiness, Why will ye folly love, And throng the downward road, And hate the wisdom from above, And mock the sons of God?

2        Madness and misery Ye count our life beneath; And nothing great or good can see, Or glorious, in our death: As only born to grieve, Beneath your feet we lie; And utterly contemned we live, And unlamented die.

3        So wretched and obscure, The men whom ye despise, So foolish, impotent, and poor, Above your scorn we rise: We, through the Holy Ghost, Can witness better things; For He whose blood is all our boast Hath made us priests and kings.

4        Riches unsearchable In Jesu's love we know; And pleasures, springing from the well Of life, our souls o'erflow; The Spirit we receive Of wisdom, grace, and power; And always sorrowful we live, Rejoicing evermore.

5        Angels our servants are, And keep in all our ways, And in their watchful hands they bear The sacred souls of grace; Unto that heavenly bliss They all our steps attend; And God himself our Father is, And Jesus is our friend.

6        With him we walk in white, We in his image shine, Our robes are robes of glorious light, Our righteousness divine; On all the kings of earth With pity we look down, And claim, in virtue of our birth, A never-fading crown.

22 = C.M.

1        BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind Nailed to the shameful tree! How vast the love that him inclined To bleed and die for thee!

2        Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes, And earth's strong pillars bend; The temple's veil in sunder breaks, The solid marbles rend.

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!

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?

23 = L.M.

1        EXTENDED on a cursed tree, Besmeared with dust, and sweat, and blood, See there, the king of glory see! Sinks and expires the Son of God.

2        Who, who, my Saviour, this hath done? Who could thy sacred body wound? No guilt thy spotless heart hath known, No guile hath in thy lips been found.

3        I, I alone, have done the deed! 'Tis I thy sacred flesh have torn; My sins have caused thee, Lord, to bleed, Pointed the nail, and fixed the thorn.

4        The burden, for me to sustain Too great, on thee, my Lord, was laid; To heal me, thou hast borne my pain; To bless me, thou a curse wast made.

5        In the devouring lion's teeth, Torn, and forsook of all, I lay; Thou sprang'st into the jaws of death, From death to save the helpless prey.

6        Saviour how shall I proclaim? How pay the mighty debt I owe? Let all I have, and all I am, Ceaseless to all thy glory show.

7        Too much to thee I cannot give; Too much I cannot do for thee; Let all thy love, and all thy grief, Graven on my heart for ever be!

8        The meek, the still, the lowly mind, O may I learn from thee, my God, And love, with softest pity joined, For those that trample on thy blood!

9        Still let thy tears, thy groans, thy sighs, O'erflow my eyes, and heave my breast, Till loose from flesh and earth I rise, And ever in thy bosom rest.

24 = 8-7s.

1        SAVIOUR, if thy precious love Could be merited by mine, Faith these mountains would remove; Faith would make me ever thine: But when all my care and pains Worth can ne'er create in me, Nought by me thy fulness gains; Vain the hope to purchase thee.

2        Cease, O man, thy worth to weigh, Give the needless contest o'er; Mine thou art! while thus I say, Yield thee up, and ask no more: What thy estimate may be, Only can by him be told Who, to ransom wretched thee, Thee to gain, himself was sold.

3        But when all in me is sin, How can I thy grace obtain? How presume thyself to win? God of love, the doubt explain: Or if thou the means supply, Lo to thee I all resign! Make me Lord-I ask not why, How I ask not,-ever thine.

25 = 8s&6s. Matthew xi. 28.

1        STUPENDOUS love of God most high! He comes to meet us from the sky In mildest majesty; Full of unutterable grace, He calls the weary burdened race, "Come all for help to me."

2        Tired with the greatness of my way, From him I would no longer stray, But rest in Jesus have; Weary of sin, from sin would cease, Weary of mine own righteousness, And stoop, myself to save.

3        Weary of passions unsubdued, Weary of vows in vain renewed, Of forms without the power, Of prayers, and hopes, complaints, and groans, My fainting soul in silence owns I can hold out no more.

4        Beneath this mountain load of grief, Of guilt and desperate unbelief, Jesus, thy creature see; With all my nature's weight oppressed, I sink, I die for want of rest, Yet cannot come to thee.

5        Mine utter helplessness I feel; But thou, who gav'st the feeble will, The effectual grace supply; Be thou my strength, my light, my way, And bid my soul the call obey, And to thy bosom fly.

6        Fulfil thine own intense desire, And now into my heart inspire The power of faith and love; Then, Saviour, then to thee I come, And find on earth the life, the home, The rest of saints above.

26 = L.M.

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 closed to all but thee! Seal thou my breast, and let me we; That pledge of love for ever there!

3        How blest are they who still abide Close sheltered 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 quickening Spirit breathe! Thou giv'st the power thy grace to move; O wondrous grace! O boundless love!

5        How can it be, thou heavenly King, That thou shouldst us to glory bring? Make slaves the partners of thy throne, Decked with a never-fading crown?

6        Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow, Our words are lost; nor will we know, Nor will we think of aught beside, "My Lord, my Love is crucified."

7        Ah, Lord! enlarge our scanty thought, To know the wonders thou hast wrought; Unloose our stammering tongues, to tell Thy love immense, unsearchable.

8        First-born of many brethren thou! To thee, lo! all our souls we bow: To thee our hearts and hands we give: Thine may we die, thine may we live!

27 = 2-6s&4-7s.

1         SAVIOUR, the world's and mine, Was ever grief like thine! Thou my pain, my curse hast took, All my sins were laid on thee; Help me, Lord; to thee I look, Draw me, Saviour, after thee.

2        'Tis done! my God hath died; My Love is crucified! Break, this stony heart of mine; Pour, mine eyes, a ceaseless flood; Feel, my soul, the pangs divine; Catch, my heart, the issuing blood!

3        When, O my God, shall I For thee submit to die? How the mighty debt repay? Rival of thy passion prove? Lead me in thyself, the Way; Melt my hardness into love.

4        To love is all my wish, I only live for this; Grant me, Lord, my heart's desire, There by faith for ever dwell; This I always will require, Thee, and only thee, to feel.

5        Thy power I pant to prove, Rooted and fixed in love; Strengthened by thy Spirit's might, Wise to fathom things divine, What the length, and breadth, and height, What the depth of love like thine.

6        Ah! give me this to know, With all thy saints below; Swells my soul to compass thee, Gasps in thee to live and move; Filled with all the Deity, All immersed and lost in love!

28 = 6-8s.

1        LOVE divine! what hast thou done! The immortal God hath died for me! The Father's co-eternal Son Bore all my sins upon the tree; The immortal God for me hath died! My Lord, my Love is crucified.

2        Behold him, all ye that pass by, The bleeding Prince of life and peace! Come, see, ye worms, your Maker die, And say, was ever grief like his? Come, feel with me his blood applied: My Lord, my Love is crucified.

3        Is crucified for me and you, To bring us rebels back to God: Believe, believe the record true, Ye all are bought with Jesu's blood, Pardon for all flows from his side; My Lord, my Love is crucified.

4        Then let us sit beneath his cross, And gladly catch the healing stream, All things for him account but loss, And give up all our hearts to him; Of nothing think or speak beside, "My Lord, my Love is crucified."

29 = 8-7s. Matthew xi. 28.

1        COME, ye weary sinners, come, All who groan beneath your load, Jesus calls his wanderers home, Hasten to your pardoning God! Come, ye guilty spirits oppressed, Answer to the Saviour's call, "Come, and I will give you rest, Come, and I will save you all."

2        Jesus, full of truth and love, We thy kindest word obey; Faithful let thy mercies prove, Take our load of guilt away; Fain we would on thee rely, Cast on thee our every care, To thine arms of mercy fly, Find our lasting quiet there.

3        Burdened with a world of grief, Burdened with our sinful load, Burdened with this unbelief, Burdened with the wrath of God; Lo! we come to thee for ease, True and gracious as thou art, Now our groaning souls release, Write forgiveness on our heart.

30 = 6-8s.

1        WHERE shall my wondering soul begin? How shall I all to heaven aspire? A slave redeemed from death and sin, A brand plucked from eternal fire, How shall I equal triumphs raise, Or sing my great Deliverer's praise?

2        O how shall I the goodness tell, Father, which thou to me hast showed? That I, a child of wrath and hell, I should be called a child of God, Should know, should feel my sins forgiven, Blest with this antepast of heaven!

3        And shall I slight my Father's love? Or basely fear his gifts to own? Unmindful of his favours prove? Shall I, the hallowed cross to shun, Refuse his righteousness to impart, By hiding it within my heart?

4        No! though the ancient dragon rage, And call forth all his host to war, Though earth's self-righteous sons engage Them and their god alike I dare; Jesus, the sinner's friend, proclaim; Jesus, to sinners still the same.

5        Outcasts of men, to you I call, Harlots, and publicans, and thieves! He spreads his arms to embrace you all; Sinners alone his grace receives; No need of him the righteous have; He came the lost to seek and save.

6        Come, O my guilty brethren, come, Groaning beneath your load of sin, His bleeding heart shall make you room, His open side shall take you in; He calls you now, invites you home; Come, O my guilty brethren, come!

7        For you the purple current flowed In pardons from his wounded side, Languished for you the eternal God, For you the Prince of glory died: Believe, and all your sin's forgiven; Only believe, and yours is heaven!

31 = 6-8s.

1        SEE, sinners, in the gospel glass, The friend and Saviour of mankind! Not one of all the apostate race But may in him salvation find! His thoughts, and words, and actions prove, His life and death,-that God is love!

2        Behold the Lamb of God, who bears The sins of all the world away! A servant's form he meekly wears, He sojourns in a house of clay, His glory is no longer seen, But God with God is man with men.

3        See where the God incarnate stands, And calls his wandering creatures home, He all day long spreads out his hands, "Come, weary souls, to Jesus come! Ye all may hide you in my breast, Believe, and I will give you rest.

4        "Ah! do not of my goodness doubt; My saving grace for all is free; I will in no wise cast him out That comes a sinner unto me; I can to none myself deny, Why, sinners, will ye perish, why?"

32 = 6-8s.

1        SINNERS, believe the gospel word, Jesus is come your souls to save Jesus is come, your common Lord; Pardon ye all through him may have, May now be saved, whoever will; This man receiveth sinners still.

2        See where the lame, the halt, the blind, The deaf, the dumb, the sick, the poor, Flock to the friend of human kind, And freely all accept their cure; To whom did he his help deny? Whom in his days of flesh pass by?

3        Did not his word the fiends expel, The lepers cleanse, and raise the dead? Did he not all their sickness heal, And satisfy their every need? Did he reject his helpless clay, Or send them sorrowful away?

4        Nay, but his bowels yearned to see The people hungry, scattered, faint; Nay, but he uttered over thee, Jerusalem, a true complaint; Jerusalem, who shedd'st his blood, That, with his tears, for thee hath flowed.

33 = 6-8s

1        WOULD Jesus have the sinner die? Why hangs he then on yonder tree? What means that strange expiring cry? (Sinners, he prays for you and me) "Forgive them, Father, O forgive, They know not that by me they live!"

2        Adam descended from above, Our loss of Eden to retrieve, Great God of universal love, If all the world through thee may live, In us a quickening Spirit be, And witness thou hast died for me!

3        Thou loving, all-atoning Lamb, Thee-by thy painful agony, Thy bloody sweat, thy grief and shame, Thy cross and passion on the tree, Thy precious death and life-I pray, Take all, take all my sins away!

4        O let me kiss thy bleeding feet, And bathe and wash them with my tears! The story of thy love repeat In every drooping sinner's ears, That all may hear the quickening sound, Since I, even I, have mercy found.

5        O let thy love my heart constrain! Thy love for every sinner free, That every fallen soul of man May taste the grace that found out me; That all mankind with me may prove Thy sovereign everlasting love.

34 = 4-6s&2-8s.

1         LET earth and heaven agree, Angels and men be joined, To celebrate with me The Saviour of mankind; To adore the all-atoning Lamb, And bless the sound of Jesu's name.

2        Jesus, transporting sound! The joy of earth and heaven; No other help is found, No other name is given, By which we can salvation have; But Jesus came the world to save.

3        Jesus, harmonious name! It charms the hosts above; They evermore proclaim And wonder at his love; 'Tis all their happiness to gaze, 'Tis heaven to see our Jesu's face.

4        His name the sinner hears, And is from sin set free; 'Tis music in his ears, 'Tis life and victory; New songs do now his lips employ, And dances his glad heart for joy.

5        Stung by the scorpion sin, My poor expiring soul The balmy sound drinks in, And is at once made whole: See there my Lord upon the tree! I hear, I feel, he died for me.

6        O unexampled love! O all-redeeming grace! How swiftly didst thou move To save a fallen race! What shall I do to make it known What thou for all mankind hast done?

7        O for a trumpet voice, On all the world to call! To bid their hearts rejoice In him who died for all; For all my Lord was crucified, For all, for all my Saviour died!

35 = C.M.

1        JESUS, thou all-redeeming Lord, Thy blessing we implore, Open the door to preach thy word, The great effectual door.

2        Gather the outcasts in, and save From sin and Satan's power; And let them now acceptance have, And know their gracious hour.

3        Lover of souls! thou know'st to prize What thou hast bought so dear; Come then, and in thy people's eyes With all thy wounds appear.

4        Appear, as when of old confest The suffering Son of God; And let them see thee in thy vest But newly dipt in blood.

5        The hardness from their hearts remove, Thou who for all hast died; Show them the tokens of thy love, Thy feet, thy hands, thy side.

6        Thy feet were nailed to yonder tree, To trample down their sin; Thy hands stretched out they all may see, To take thy murderers in.

7        Thy side an open fountain is, Where all may freely go, And drink the living streams of bliss, And wash them white as snow.

8        Ready thou art the blood to apply, And prove the record true; And all thy wounds to sinners cry, "I suffered this for you!"

36 = C.M.

1        LOVERS of pleasure more than God, For you he suffered pain; Swearers, for you he spilt his blood; And shall he bleed in vain?

2        Misers, for you his life he paid, Your basest crime he bore: Drunkards, your sins on him were laid, That you might sin no more.

3        The God of love, to earth he came, That you might come to heaven; Believe, believe in Jesu's name, And all your sin's forgiven.

4        Believe in him that died for thee, And, sure as he hath died, Thy debt is paid, thy soul is free, And thou art justified.

37 = C.M.

1        JESUS! the name high over In hell, or earth, or sky, Angels and men before it fall, And devils fear and fly.

2        Jesus! the name to sinners dear, The name to sinners given; It scatters all their guilty fear, It turns their hell to heaven.

3        Jesus! the prisoner's fetters breaks, And bruises Satan's head; Power into strengthless souls it speaks, And life into the dead.

4        O that the world might taste and see The riches of his grace! The arms of love that compass me Would all mankind embrace.

5        His only righteousness I show, His saving truth proclaim, 'Tis all my business here below To cry, "Behold the Lamb!"

6        Happy, if with my latest breath I may but gasp his name; Preach him to all, and cry in death, "Behold, behold the Lamb!"

38 = 6-8s. 2nd. metre

1         GOD, of good the unfathomed sea! Who would not give his heart to thee? Who would not love thee with his might? O Jesu, lover of mankind, Who would not his whole soul and mind, With all his strength, to thee unite?

2        Thou shin'st with everlasting rays; Before the insufferable blaze Angels with both Wings veil their eyes; Yet free as air thy bounty streams On all thy works; thy mercy's beams Diffusive as thy sun's arise.

3        Astonished at thy frowning brow, Earth, hell, and heaven's strong pillars bow; Terrible majesty is thine! Who then can that vast love express Which bows thee down to me, who less Than nothing am, till thou art mine?

4        High throned on heaven's eternal hill, In number, weight, and measure still Thou sweetly orderest all that is: And yet thou deign'st to come to me, And guide my steps, that I, with thee Enthroned, may reign in endless bliss.

5        Fountain of good! all blessing flows From thee; no want thy fulness knows; What but thyself canst thou desire? Yes; self-sufficient as thou art, Thou dost desire my worthless heart; This, only this, dost thou require.

6        Primeval Beauty! in thy sight The first-born, fairest sons of light See all their brightest glories fade: What then to me thine eyes could turn, In sin conceived, of woman born, A worm, a leaf, a blast, a shade?

7        Hell's armies tremble at thy nod, And trembling own the Almighty God, Sovereign of earth, hell, air, and sky: But who is this that comes from far, Whose garments rolled in blood appear? 'Tis God made man, for man to die!

8        O God, of good the unfathomed sea! Who would not give his heart to thee? Who would not love thee with his might? O Jesu, lover of mankind, Who would not his whole soul and mind, With all his strength, to thee unite?

39 = L.M.

1        FATHER, whose everlasting love Thy only Son for sinners gave, Whose grace to all did freely move, And sent him down the world to save;

2        Help us thy mercy to extol, Immense, unfathomed, unconfined; To praise the Lamb who died for all, The general Saviour of mankind.

3        Thy undistinguishing regard Was cast on Adam's fallen race; For all thou hast in Christ prepared Sufficient, sovereign, saving grace.

4        The world he suffered to redeem; For all he hath the atonement made; For those that will not come to him The ransom of his life was paid.

5        Why then, thou universal Love, Should any of thy grace despair? To all, to all, thy bowels move, But straitened in our own we are.

6        Arise, O God, maintain thy cause! The fulness of the Gentiles call; Lift up the standard of thy cross, And all shall own thou diedst for all.

40 = 10s&11s.

1        YE neighbours, and friends Of Jesus, draw near: His love condescends by titles so dear To call and invite you His triumph to prove, And freely delight you In Jesus's love.

2        The Shepherd who died His sheep to redeem, On every side Are gathered to him The weary and burdened, The reprobate race; And wait to be pardoned Through Jesus's grace.

3        The blind are restored Through Jesus's name, They see their dear Lord, And follow the Lamb; The halt they are walking, and running their race; The dumb they are talking Of Jesus's grace.

4        The deaf hear his voice And comforting word, It bids them rejoice In Jesus their Lord, "Thy sins are forgiven, Accepted thou art;" They listen, and heaven Springs up in their heart.

5        The lepers from all Their spots are made clean, The dead by his call Are raised from their sin; In Jesu's compassion The sick find a cure, And gospel salvation Is preached to the poor.

6        To us and to them Is published the word: Then let us proclaim Our life-giving Lord, Who now is reviving His work in our days, And mightily striving To save us by grace.

7        O Jesus! ride on Till all are subdued, Thy mercy make known, And sprinkle thy blood; Display thy salvation, And teach the new song To every nation, And people, and tongue.

41 = C.M. Psalm xc. 1-5

1         O GOD! our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home:

2        Under the shadow of thy throne, Still may we dwell secure; Sufficient is thine arm alone, And our defence is sure.

3        Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, 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        The busy tribes of flesh and blood, With all their cares and fears, Are carried downward by the flood, And lost in following years.

6        Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day.

7        O God! our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be thou our guard while life shall last, And our perpetual home.

42 = C.M.

1        THEE we adore, eternal name! And humbly own to thee, How feeble is our mortal frame, What dying worms we be!

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

3        The year roll round, and steals away The breath that first it gave; Whate'er we do, where'er we be, We are 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        Great God! on what a slender thread Hang everlasting things; The eternal states of all the dead Upon life's feeble strings!

6        Infinite joy, or endless woe, Depends on every breath; And yet how unconcerned we go Upon the brink of death!

7        Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, To walk this dangerous road! And if our souls be hurried hence, May they be found with God!

43 = S.M.

1        AND am I born to die? To lay this body down? And must my trembling spirit fly Into a world unknown-A land of deepest shade, Unpierced by human thought, The dreary regions of the dead, Where all things are forgot?

2        Soon as from earth I go, What will become of me? Eternal happiness or woe Must then my portion be; Waked by the trumpet's sound, I from my grave shall rise, And see the Judge with glory crowned, And see the flaming skies.

3        How shall I leave my tomb? With triumph or regret? A fearful or a joyful doom, A curse or blessing meet? Will angel-bands convey Their brother to the bar? Or devils drag my soul away, To meet its sentence there?

4        Who can resolve the doubt That tears my anxious breast? Shall I be with the damned cast out, Or numbered with the blest? I must from God be driven, Or with my Saviour dwell; Must come at his command to heaven, Or else-depart to hell.

5        O thou that wouldst not have One wretched sinner die, Who died'st thyself; my soul to save From endless misery! Show me the way to shun Thy dreadful wrath severe, That when thou comest on thy throne I may with joy appear.

6        Thou art thyself the Way; Thyself in me reveal; So shall I spend my life's short day Obedient to thy will; So shall I love my God, Because he first loved me, And praise thee in thy bright abode, To all eternity.

44 = 8s&6s.

1        AND am I only born to die? And must I suddenly comply With nature's stern decree? What after death for me remains? Celestial joys, or hellish pains, To all eternity?

2        How then ought I on earth to live, While God prolongs the kind reprieve And props the house of clay? My sole concern, my single care, To watch, and tremble, and prepare Against the fatal day.

3        No room for mirth or trifling here, For worldly hope, or worldly fear, If life so soon is gone: If now the Judge is at the door, And all mankind must stand before The inexorable throne!

4        No matter which my thoughts employ, A moment's misery, or joy; But O! when both shall end, Where shall I find my destined place? Shall I my everlasting days With fiends, or angels spend?

5        Nothing is worth a thought beneath But how I may escape the death That never, never dies; How make mine own election sure, And, when I fail on earth, secure A mansion in the skies.

6        Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray, Be thou my guide, be thou my way To glorious happiness; Ah, write the pardon on my heart, And whensoe'er I hence depart, Let me depart in peace.

45 = L.M.

1        SHRINKING from the cold hand of death, I too shall gather up my feet, Shall soon resign this fleeting breath, And die, my fathers' God to meet.

2        Numbered among thy people, I Expect with joy thy face to see; Because thou didst for sinners die, Jesus, in death remember me!

3        O that without a lingering groan I may the welcome word receive! My body with my charge lay down, And cease at once to work and live.

46 = L.M. Isaiah xl 6-8

1        THE morning flowers display their sweets, And gay their silken leaves unfold As careless of the noontide heats, As fearless of the evening cold.

2        Nipt by the wind's unkindly blast, Parched by the sun's directer ray, The momentary glories waste, The short-lived beauties die away.

3        So blooms the human face divine, When youth its pride of beauty shows; Fairer than spring the colours shine, And sweeter than the virgin rose.

4        Or worn by slowly-rolling years, Or broke by sickness in a day, The fading glory disappears, The short-lived beauties die away.

5        Yet these, new rising from the tomb, With lustre brighter far shall shine; Revive with ever-during bloom, Safe from diseases and decline.

6        Let sickness blast, let death devour, If heaven must recompense our pains: Perish the grass, and fade the flower, If firm the word of God remains.

47 = 5 5 5, 11.

1        COME, let us anew Our journey pursue, Roll round with the year, And never stand still till the Master appear.

2        His adorable will Let us gladly fulfil, And our talents improve, By the patience of hope, and the labour of love.

3        Our life is a dream; Our time as a stream Glides swiftly away, And the fugitive moment refuses to stay.

4        The arrow is flown, The moment is gone; The millennial year Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here.

5        O that each in the day Of his coming may say, "I have fought my way through, I have finished the work thou didst give me to do!"

6        O that each from his Lord May receive the glad word, "Well and faithfully done! Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne."

48 = L.M.

1        PASS a few swiftly-fleeting years, And all that now in bodies live Shall quit, like me, the vale of tears, Their righteous sentence to receive.

2        But all, before they hence remove, May mansions for themselves prepare In that eternal house above; And, O my God, shall I be there?

49 = 8s.

1         REJOICE for a brother deceased, Our loss is his infinite gain; A soul out of prison released, And freed from its bodily chain; With songs let us follow his flight, And mount with his spirit above, Escaped to the mansions of light, And lodged in the Eden of love.

2        Our brother the haven hath gained, Out-flying the tempest and wind, His rest he hath sooner obtained, And left his companions behind, Still tossed on a sea of distress, Hard toiling to make the blest shore, Where all is assurance and peace, And sorrow and sin are no more.

3        There all the ship's company meet Who sailed with the Saviour beneath; With shouting each other they greet, And triumph o'er trouble and death: The voyage of life's at an end, The mortal affliction is past; The age that in heaven they spend, For ever and ever shall last.

50 = 8-7s.

1        BLESSING, honour, thanks, and praise, Pay we, gracious God, to thee; Thou, in thine abundant grace, Givest us the victory; True and faithful to thy word, Thou hast glorified thy Son, Jesus Christ, our dying Lord, He for us the fight hath won.

2        Lo! the prisoner is released, Lightened of his fleshly load; Where the weary are at rest, He is gathered into God; Lo! the pain of life is past, All his warfare now is o'er, Death and hell behind are cast, Grief and suffering are no more.

3        Yes, the Christian's course is run, Ended is the glorious strife; Fought the fight, the work is done, Death is swallowed up of life! Borne by angels on their wings, Far from earth the spirit flies, Finds his God, and sits and sings, Triumphing in Paradise.

4        Join we then, with one accord, In the new, the joyful song; Absent from our loving Lord We shall not continue long; We shall quit the house of clay, We a better lot shall share, We shall see the realms of day, Meet our happy brother there.

5        Let the world bewail their dead, Fondly of their loss complain, Brother, friend, by Jesus freed, Death to thee, to us, is gain; Thou art entered into joy: Let the unbelievers mourn; We in songs our lives employ, Till we all to God return.

51 = 8-7s.

1        HARK! a voice divides the sky, Happy are the faithful dead! In the Lord who sweetly die, They from all their toils are freed; Them the Spirit hath declared Blest, unutterably blest; Jesus is their great reward, Jesus is their endless rest.

2        Followed by their works, they go Where their Head hath gone before; Reconciled by grace below, Grace hath opened mercy's door; Justified through faith alone, Here they knew their sins forgiven, Here they laid their burden down, Hallowed, and made meet for heaven.

3        Who can now lament the lot Of a saint in Christ deceased? Let the world, who know us not, Call us hopeless and unblest: When from flesh the spirit freed Hastens homeward to return, Mortals cry, "A man is dead!" Angels sing, "A child is born!"

4        Born into the world above, They our happy brother greet, Bear him to the throne of love, Place him at the Saviour's feet; Jesus smiles, and says, "Well done, Good and faithful servant thou; Enter, and receive thy crown, Reign with me triumphant now."

5        Angels catch the approving sound, Bow, and bless the just award; Hail the heir with glory crowned, Now rejoicing with his Lord: Fuller joys ordained to know, Waiting for the general doom, When the archangel's trump shall blow, "Rise, ye dead, to judgment come!"

52 = 2-6s&4-7s.

1        AGAIN we lift our voice, And shout our solemn joys; Cause of highest raptures this, Raptures that shall never fail, See a soul escaped to bliss, Keep the Christian festival!

2        Our friend is gone before To that celestial shore; He hath left his mates behind, He hath all the storms outrode; Found the rest we toil to find, Landed in the arms of God.

3        And shall we mourn to see Our fellow-prisoner free? Free from doubts, and griefs, and fears, In the haven of the skies! Can we weep to see the tears Wiped for ever from his eyes?

4        No, dear companion, no! We gladly let thee go, From a suffering church beneath, To a reigning church above: Thou hast more than conquered death; Thou art crowned with life and love.

5        Thou, in thy youthful prime, Hast leaped the bounds of time, Suddenly from earth released; Lo! we now rejoice for thee, Taken to an early rest, Caught into eternity.

6        Thither may we repair That glorious bliss to share! We shall see the welcome day, We shall to the summons bow; Come, Redeemer, come away, Now prepare, and take us now.

53 = 8-7s. A Funeral Hymn

1        GLORY be to God on high, God in whom we live and die, God, who guides us by his love, Takes us to his throne above! Angels that surround his throne Sing the wonders he hath done, Shout, while we on earth reply Glory be to God on high!

2        God of everlasting grace, Worthy thou of endless praise, Thou hast all thy blessings shed On the living and the dead; Thou wast here their sure defence, Thou hast borne their spirits hence, Worthy thou of endless praise, God of everlasting grace.

3        Thanks be all ascribed to thee, Blessing, power, and majesty, Thee, by whose almighty name They their latest foe o'ercame; Thou the victory hast won, Saved them by thy grace alone, Caught them up thy face to see, Thanks be all ascribed to thee!

4        Happy in thy glorious love, We shall from the vale remove, Glad partakers of our hope, We shall soon be taken up; Meet again our heavenly friends, Blest with bliss that never ends, Joined to all thy hosts above, Happy in thy glorious love!

54 = 7s&8s.

1        HEARKEN to the solemn voice, The awful midnight cry; Waiting souls, rejoice, rejoice, And see the Bridegroom nigh; Lo! he comes to keep his word, Light and joy his looks impart; Go ye forth to meet your Lord, And meet him in your heart.

2        Ye who faint beneath the load Of sin, your heads lift up; See your great redeeming God, He comes, and bids you hope: In the midnight of your grief, Jesus doth his mourners cheer; Lo! he brings you sure relief; Believe, and feel him here.

3        Ye whose loins are girt, stand forth! Whose lamps are burning bright, Worthy, in your Saviour's worth, To walk with him in white: Jesus bids your hearts be clean, Bids you all his promise prove; Jesus comes to cast out sin, And perfect you in love.

4        Wait we all in patient hope, Till Christ, the Judge, shall come, We shall soon be all caught up To meet the general doom: In an hour to us unknown, As a thief in deepest night, Christ shall suddenly come down, With all his saints in light.

5        Happy he whom Christ shall find Watching to see him come; Him the Judge of all mankind Shall bear triumphant home: Who can answer to his word? Which of you dares meet his day? "Rise, and come to judgment!"-Lord, We rise, and come away.

55 = S.M.

1        THOU Judge of quick and dead, Before whose bar severe, With holy joy, or guilty dread, We all shall soon appear; Our cautioned souls prepare For that tremendous day, And fill us now with watchful care, And stir us up to pray:

2        To pray, and wait the hour, That awful hour unknown, When, robed in majesty and power, Thou shalt from heaven come down The immortal Son of man, To judge the human race, With all thy Father's dazzling train, With all thy glorious grace.

3        To damp our earthly joys, To increase our gracious fears, For ever let the archangel's voice Be sounding in our ears; The solemn midnight cry, "Ye dead, the Judge is come, Arise, and meet him in the sky, And meet your instant doom!"

4        O may we thus be found Obedient to his word, Attentive to the trumpet's sound, And looking for our Lord! O may we thus ensure A lot among the blest; And watch a moment to secure An everlasting rest!

56 = L.M.

1        HE comes! he comes! the Judge severe, The seventh trumpet speaks him near; His lightnings flash, his thunders roll, How welcome to the faithful soul!

2        From heaven angelic voices sound, See the almighty Jesus crowned, Girt with omnipotence and grace! And glory decks the Saviour's face.

3        Descending on his azure throne, He claims the kingdoms for his own; The kingdoms all obey his word, And hail him their triumphant Lord.

4        Shout, all the people of the sky, And all the saints of the Most High! Our Lord, who now his right obtains, For ever and for ever reigns.

57 = L.M.

1        THE great archangel's trump shall sound, (While twice ten thousand thunders roar) Tear up the graves, and cleave the ground, And make the greedy sea restore.

2        The greedy sea shall yield her dead, The earth no more her slain conceal; Sinners shall lift their guilty head, And shrink to see a yawning hell.

3        But we, who now our Lord confess, And faithful to the end endure, Shall stand in Jesu's righteousness, Stand, as the Rock of ages, sure.

4        We, while the stars from heaven shall fall, And mountains are on mountains hurled, Shall stand unmoved amidst them all, And smile to see a burning world.

5        The earth, and all the works therein, Dissolve, by raging flames destroyed, While we survey the awful scene, And mount above the fiery void.

6        By faith we now transcend the skies, And on that ruined world look down; By love above all height we rise, And share the everlasting throne.

58 = 7s&6s.

1        JESUS, faithful to his word, Shall with a shout descend; All heaven's host their glorious Lord Shall pompously attend: Christ shall come with dreadful noise, Lightnings swift, and thunders loud; With the great archangel's voice, And with the trump of God.

2        First the dead in Christ shall rise; Then we that yet remain Shall be caught up to the skies, And see our Lord again: We shall meet him in the air, All rapt up to heaven shall be, Find, and love, and praise him there, To all eternity.

3        Who can tell the happiness This glorious hope affords? Joy unuttered we possess In these reviving words; Happy while on earth we breathe, Mightier bliss ordained to know, Trampling down sin, hell, and death, To the third heaven we go.