Methodist Hymnal - 1889 Edition
900 - 1026

900= 7s & 6s.

1        LAMB of God, whose bleeding love We now recall to mind, Send the answer from above, And let us mercy find; Think on us, who think on thee; And every struggling soul release; O remember Calvary, And bid us go in peace!

2        By thine agonizing pain And bloody sweat, we pray, By thy dying love to man, Take all our sins away: Burst our bonds, and set us free; From all iniquity release; O remember Calvary, And bid us go in peace!

3        Let thy blood, by faith applied, The sinner's pardon seal; Speak us freely justified, And all our sickness heal; By thy passion on the tree, Let all our griefs and troubles cease; O remember Calvary, And bid us go in peace!

4        Never will we hence depart, Till thou our wants relieve, Write forgiveness on our heart, And all thine image give! Still our souls shall cry to thee, Till perfected in holiness; O remember Calvary, And bid us go in peace!

901= C.M.

1        JESU, at whose supreme command We now approach to God, Before us in thy vesture stand, Thy vesture dipped in blood! Obedient to thy gracious word, We break the hallowed bread, Commemorate thee, our dying Lord, And trust on thee to feed.

2        Now, Saviour, now thyself reveal, And make thy nature known; Apply thy blessed Spirit's seal, And stamp us for thine own: The tokens of thy dying love O let us all receive; And feel the quickening Spirit move And sensibly believe!

3        The cup of blessing, blessed by thee, Let it thy blood impart; The bread thy mystic body be, And cheer each languid heart. The grace which sure salvation brings Let us herewith receive; Satiate the hungry with good things, The hidden manna give.

4        The living bread, sent down from heaven, In us vouchsafe to be: Thy flesh for all the world is given, And all may live by thee. Now, Lord, on us thy flesh bestow, And let us drink thy blood, Till all our souls are filled below With all the life of God.

902= 6-8s.

1        VICTIM Divine, thy grace we claim, While thus thy precious death we show: Once offered up, a spotless Lamb, In thy great temple here below, Thou didst for all mankind atone, And standest now before the throne.

2        Thou standest in the holy place, As now for guilty sinners slain; The blood of sprinkling speaks, and prays, All prevalent for helpless man; Thy blood is still our ransom found, And speaks salvation all around.

3        The smoke of thy atonement here Darkened the sun, and rent the veil, Made the new way to heaven appear, And showed the great Invisible: Well pleased in thee, our God looked down, And called his rebels to a crown.

4        He still respects thy sacrifice; Its savour sweet doth always please; The offering smokes through earth and skies, Diffusing life, and joy, and peace: To these, thy lower courts, it comes, And fills them with divine perfumes.

5        We need not now go up to heaven, To bring the long-sought Saviour down: Thou art to all already given, Thou dost even now thy banquet crown: To every faithful soul appear, And show thy real presence here!

903= C.M.

1        "THE promise of my Father's love Shall stand for ever good," He said; and gave his soul to death, And sealed the grace with blood.

2        To this sure covenant of thy word I set my worthless name; I seal the engagement to my Lord, And make my humble claim.

3        Thy light, and strength, and pardoning grace, And glory shall be mine: My life and soul, my heart and flesh, And all my powers are thine.

4        I call that legacy my own Which Jesus did bequeath; 'Twas purchased with a dying groan And ratified in death.

5        Sweet is the memory of his name, Who blest us in his will, And to his testament of love Made his own life the seal.

904= 6-7s.

1        BREAD of heaven! on thee I feed, For thy flesh is meat indeed. Ever may my soul be fed With this true and living bread: Day by day with strength supplied Through the life of him who died.

2        Vine Of heaven! thy blood supplies This blest cup of sacrifice; 'Tis thy wounds my healing give; To thy cross I look and live. Thou my life! O let me be Rooted, grafted, built on thee!

905= 7s & 6s.

1        JESUS, Master of the feast, The feast itself thou art, Now receive thy meanest guest, And comfort every heart: Give us living bread to eat, Manna that from heaven comes down, Fill us with immortal meat, And make thy nature known.

2        In this barren wilderness Thou hast a table spread, Furnished out with richest grace, Whate'er our souls can need; Still sustain us by thy love, Still thy servants' strength repair, Till we reach the courts above, And feast for ever there.

906= 9 8, 9 8.

1        BREAD of the world, in mercy broken! Wine of the soul, in mercy shed! By whom the words of life were spoken, And in whose death our sins are dead!

2        Look on the heart by sorrow broken, Look on the tears by sinners shed, And be thy feast to us the token That by thy grace our souls are fed!

907= C.M.

1        IN memory of the Saviour's love, We keep the sacred feast, Where every humble, contrite heart Is made a welcome guest.

2        By faith we take the bread of life With which our souls are fed, The cup in token of his blood That was for sinners shed.

3        Under his banner thus we sing The wonders of his love, And thus anticipate by faith The heavenly feast above.

908= C.M.

1         BE known to us in breaking bread, But do not then depart; Saviour, abide with us, and spread Thy table in our heart.

2        There sup with us in love divine; Thy body and thy blood, That living bread, that heavenly wine, Be our immortal food.

909= 6-8s. Renewing the Covenant.

1        O GOD! how often hath thine ear To me in willing mercy bowed! While worshipping thine altar near, Lowly I wept, and strongly vowed: But ah! the feebleness of man! Have I not vowed and wept in vain?

2        Return, O Lord of hosts, return! Behold thy servant in distress; My faithlessness again I mourn; Again forgive my faithlessness; And to thine arms my spirit take, And bless me for the Saviour's sake.

3        In pity of the soul thou lov'st, Now bid the sin thou hat'st expire; Let me desire what thou approv'st, Thou dost approve what I desire; And thou wilt deign to call me thine, And I will dare to call thee mine.

4        This day the covenant I sign, The bond of sure and promised peace; Nor can I doubt its power divine, Since sealed with Jesu's blood it is: That blood I trust, that blood alone, And make the covenant peace mine own.

5        But, that my faith no more may know Or change, or interval, or end, Help me in all thy paths to go, And now, as e'er, my voice attend, And gladden me with answers mild, And commune, Father, with thy child!

910= 7s.

1        GOD of truth and power and grace, Drawn by thee to seek thy face, Lo! I in thy courts appear, Humbly come to meet thee here;

2        Trembling at thine altar stand, Lift to heaven my heart and hand, Of thy promised strength secure, All my sins I now abjure.

3        All my promises renew, All my wickedness eschew, Chiefly that I called my own, Now I hate, renounce, disown.

4        Never more will I commit, Follow, or be led by it; Only grant the grace I claim, Arm my soul with Jesu's name.

5        Sure I am it is thy will, I should never yield to ill, Never lose thy gracious power, Never sin or grieve thee more.

6        What doth then my hopes prevent Lord, thou stay'st for my consent; My consent through grace I give, Promise in thy fear to live.

7        Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Present with thy angel host, While I at thy altar bow, Witness to the solemn vow.

8        Now admit my bold appeal, Now affix thy Spirit's seal, Now the power from high he given, Register the oath in heaven.

911= 8s. After the Renewal of the Covenant.

1         O HOW shall a sinner perform The vows he hath vowed to the Lord? A sinful and impotent worm, How can I be true to my word? I tremble at what I have alone: O send me thy help from above; The power of thy Spirit make known, The virtue of Jesus's love!

2        My solemn engagements are vain, My promises empty as air; My vows, I shall break them again, And plunge in eternal despair; Unless my omnipotent God The sense of his goodness impart, And shed by his Spirit abroad The love of himself in my heart.

3        O Lover of sinners, extend To me thy compassionate grace; Appear my affliction to end, Afford me a glimpse of thy face! That light shall enkindle in me A flame of reciprocal love; And then I shall cleave unto thee, And then I shall never remove.

4        O come to a mourner in pain, Thy peace in my conscience reveal! And then I shall love thee again, And sing of the goodness I feel: Constrained by the grace of my Lord, My soul shall in all things obey, And wait to be fully restored, And long to be summoned away.

912= L.M. Renewal of Self-Dedication.

1        O HAPPY day that fixed my choice On thee, my Saviour and my God! Well may this glowing heart rejoice, And tell its raptures all abroad.

2        O happy bond that seals my vows To him who merits all my love! Let cheerful anthems fill his house, While to that sacred shrine I move.

3        'Tis done, the great transaction's done, I am my Lord's, and he is mine; He drew me, and I followed on, Charmed to confess the voice divine.

4        Now rest, my long-divided heart; Fixed on this blissful centre, rest: Nor ever from thy Lord depart, With him of every good possest.

5        High heaven, that heard the solemn vow, That vow renewed shall daily hear, Till in life's latest hour I bow, And bless in death a bond so dear.

913= L.M. Hebrews ix. 27.

1        TREMENDOUS God, with humble fear, Prostrate before thy awful throne, The irrevocable word we hear, The sovereign righteousness we own.

2        'Tis fit we should to dust return, Since such the will of the most High; In sin conceived, to trouble born, Born only to lament and die.

3        Submissive to thy just decree, We all shall soon from earth remove; But when thou sendest, Lord, for me, O let the messenger be love!

4        Whispering thy love into my heart, Warn me of my approaching end; And then I joyfully depart, And then I to thy arms ascend.

914= 7s. Prayer for a Dying Child.

1         FATHER, Lord of earth and heaven, Spare, or take what thou hast given; Sole disposer of thine own, Let thy sovereign will be done.

2        When thou didst our Isaac give, Him we trembled to receive, Him we called not ours, but thine, Him we promised to resign.

3        Lo! we to our promise stand, Lo! we answer thy demand, Will not murmur or complain, If thou claim thine own again.

4        Life or death depend on thee, Just and good is thy decree, Safe in thy decree we rest, Sure whatever is, is best.

5        Meekly we our vow repeat, Nature shall to grace submit, Let him on the altar lie, Let the victim live, or die.

6        Yet thou know'st what pangs of love In a father's bosom move, What the agony to part, Struggling in a mother's heart.

7        Sorely tempted and distressed, Can we make the fond request? Dare we pray for a reprieve? Need we ask that he may live?

8        God we absolutely trust, Wise and merciful and just, All thy works to thee are known, All thy blessed will be done.

9        If his life a snare would prove, Rob us of thy heavenly love, Steal our hearts from God away; Mercy will not let him stay.

10        If his life would matter raise Of thine everlasting praise, More his Saviour glorify, Mercy will not let him die.

915= 6-7s. The Dying Father's Prayer. Jeremiah xlix. 11.

1        O THOU faithful God of love, Gladly I thy promise plead, Waiting for my last remove, Hastening to the happy dead, Lo, I cast on thee my care, Breathe my latest breath in prayer.

2        Trusting in thy word alone, I to thee my children leave; Call my little ones thine own, Give them, all thy blessings give, Keep them while on earth they breathe, Save their souls from endless death.

3        Whom I to thy grace commend Into thy protection take, Be her sure immortal friend, Save her for my Saviour's sake; Free from sin, from sorrow free, Let my widow trust in thee.

4        Father of the fatherless, Husband of the widow prove; Me and mine persist to bless, Tell me we shall meet above, Seal the promise on my heart, Bid me then in peace depart.

916= 6-8s. For an Aged Christian. Isaiah xlvi. 4.

1        JESU, thou hast to hoary hairs My manners and my burdens borne, Carried me through ten thousand snares, And, when I would to sin return, With a high hand and outstretched arm Redeemed me from the mortal harm.

2        O let me still the promise plead, Thy kind continued aid engage! Thy aid I every moment need, In childhood, youth, and trembling age; A sinner I, on mercy cast, By mercy saved from first to last.

3        Still, O thou patient God of love, My souls infirmity sustain, Bear me on eagle's wings above The world of ill, the vale of pain, The flesh that weighs my spirit down, The fiend who strives to take my crown.

4        While, hanging on thy faithful word, My utter helplessness I feel, Carry me in thy bosom, Lord, Beyond the reach of earth or hell, Till on the margin of the grave I prove thine utmost power to save.

5        Thou know'st the trials yet behind, The strength of sin, the tempter's power; Support my feebleness of mind In every dark unguarded hour; Thy servant mightily defend, And love and save me to the end.

6        Walk with me through the lions' den, Walk with me through the floods and fires, In form of God distinctly seen; And O! to crown my last desires, In death my guide and Saviour be, My God through all eternity!

917= 6-8s.

1        JUSTLY thou might'st, in helpless age, Thy most unworthy servant leave, Leave me to faint in life's last stage, And never more my sins forgive, Leave me to breathe my slighted prayer, And perish in extreme despair.

2        But lo! I from thy justice, Lord, To thy redeeming grace appeal! Justice awakes its flaming sword Against the Man thou lov'st so well; He paid my ransom with his blood, And God hath quenched the wrath of God.

3        Whate'er I have of evil done, Or said, or thought, on him was laid; My trust is in thy bleeding Son, My fainting soul on Christ is stayed: Father, regard his sacrifice, And bid me live, for Jesus dies.

4        With humble faith his death I plead, And, covered with the atoning blood, Calmly I sink among the dead, The dead who ever live to God, Secure in that great day to rise, And share thy kingdom in the skies.

918= 6-8s. A Last Wish.

IN age and feebleness extreme, Who shall a helpless worm redeem? Jesus! my only hope thou art, Strength of my failing flesh and heart; O could I catch one smile from thee, And drop into eternity!

919= L.M. Prayer

1        WARNED of my dissolution near, As on the margin of the grave, Jesus, with humble faith and fear, I now bespeak thy power to save; Thou who hast tasted death for me, Indulge me in my fond request, And let a worm prescribe to thee The manner of my final rest.

2        My feeble heart's extreme desire If now thine eye with pity sees, Whene'er thou dost my soul require, O let me then be found in peace! In active faith and humble prayer, Resigned, yet longing to depart, To rise, redeemed from earthly care, And see thee, Saviour, as thou art.

3        Walk with me through the dreadful shade, And, certified that thou art mine, My spirit, calm and undismayed, I shall into thy hands resign; No anxious doubt, no guilty gloom, Shall damp whom Jesu's presence cheers; My light, my life, my God, is come, And glory in his face appears!

920= C.M.

1         LORD, it belongs not to my care Whether I die or live; To love and serve thee is my share, And this thy grace must give.

2        If life be long, I will be glad That I may long obey; If short, yet why should I be sad To soar to endless day?

3        Christ leads me through no darker rooms Than he went through before; He that into God's kingdom comes Must enter by this door.

4        Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet Thy blessed face to see; For if thy work on earth be sweet, What will thy glory be?

5        Then shall I end my sad complaints, And weary, sinful days, And join with the triumphant saints That sing Jehovah's praise.

6        My knowledge of that life is small, The eye of faith is dim; But 'tis enough that Christ knows all, And I shall be with him.

921= 8-7s. The dying Christian encouraged.

1        DEATHLESS principle, arise! Soar, thou native of the skies; Pearl of price by Jesus bought, To his glorious likeness wrought, Go to shine before his throne; Deck his mediatorial crown; Go, his triumph to adorn; Made for God, to God return!

2        Lo, he beckons from on high! Fearless to his presence fly; Thine the merit of his blood, Thine the righteousness of God. Angels, joyful to attend, Hovering round thy pillows bend, Wait to catch the signal given, And escort thee quick to heaven.

3        Is thy earthly house distressed, Willing to retain her guest? 'Tis not thou, but she must die; Fly, celestial inmate, fly! Burst thy shackles, drop thy clay, Sweetly breathe thyself away, Singing to thy crown remove, Mounting high on wings of love.

4        Shudder not to pass the stream; Venture all thy care on him, Him whose dying love and power Stilled its tossing, hushed its roar; Safe is the expanded wave, Gentle as the summer's eve, No one object of his care Ever suffered shipwreck there.

5        Saints in glory perfect made Wait thy passage through the shade; See, they throng the blissful shore, Ardent for thy coming o'er. Mount, their transports to improve, Join the longing choir above, Swiftly to their wish be given, Kindle higher joy in heaven!

922= 8s & 7s.

1         HAPPY soul, thy days are ended, All thy mourning days below: Go, by angel guards attended, To the sight of Jesus, go!

2        Waiting to receive thy spirit, Lo! the Saviour stands above; Shows the purchase of his merit, Reaches out the crown of love.

3        Struggle through thy latest passion To thy dear Redeemer's breast, To his uttermost salvation, To his everlasting rest.

4        For the joy he sets before thee, Bear a momentary pain; Die, to live the life of glory, Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.

923= 8 7, 8 7, 8 8 7. The dying Christian.

1        MINE hour appointed is at hand, Lord Jesu Christ, attend me; Beside my bed, my Saviour, stand, To comfort, help, defend me. Into thy hands I will commend My trembling soul at my last end, How safe in thy sweet keeping!

2        Countless as sands upon the shore, My sins are thronging round me; But though they grieve and wound me sore They never shall confound me. My sins are numberless, I know, But o'er them all thy blood doth flow; Thy wounds and death uphold me.

3        Lord, thou hast joined my soul to thine In bonds no power can sever; Grafted in thee, the living Vine, I shall be thine for ever. Lord, when I die, I die to thee, Thy precious death hath won for me A life that never endeth.

4        Since thou hast risen from the grave, The grave cannot detain me; Christ died; Christ "rose again," to save; These words shall still sustain me. For where thou art, there I shall be, That I may ever live with thee; This is my joy in dying.

924= L.M. Now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace." - Luke ii. 29.

1         THE hour of my departure's come, I hear the voice that calls me home; At last, O Lord, let trouble cease, Now let thy servant die in peace!

2        Not in mine innocence I trust; I bow before thee in the dust, And through my Saviour's blood alone I look for mercy at thy throne.

3        I leave the world without a tear, Save for the friends I held so dear; To heal their sorrows, Lord, descend, And to the friendless prove a friend!

4        I come, I come at thy command, I yield my spirit to thy hand! Stretch forth thy everlasting arms, And shield me in the last alarms.

5        The hour of my departure's come, I hear the voice that calls me home: Now, O my God, let trouble cease, Now let thy servant die in peace!

925= 7s & 6s. "I am in a strait betwixt two". Philippians 1. 23.

1        HAPPY who in Jesus live; But happier still are they Who to God their spirits give, And scape from earth away: Lord, thou read'st the panting heart; Lord, thou hear'st the praying sigh; O 'tis better to depart, 'Tis better far to die!

2        Yet, if so thy will ordain, For our companions' good, Let us in the flesh remain, And meekly bear the load: When we have our grief filled up, When we all our work have done, Late partakers of our hope, And sharers of thy throne.

3        To thy wise and gracious will We quietly submit, Waiting for redemption still, But waiting at thy feet: When thou wilt the blessing give, Call us up thy face to see; Only let thy servants live, And let us die, to thee.

926= L.M. "They rest from their labours, and their works do follow them." Revelation xiv. 13.

1         THE saints who die of Christ possest Enter into immediate rest; For them no further test remains, Of purging fires, and torturing pains.

2        Who trusting in their Lord depart, Cleansed from all sin, and pure in heart, The bliss unmixed, the glorious prize, They find with Christ in paradise.

3        Close followed by their works they go, Their Master's purchased joy to know; Their works enhance the bliss prepared, And each hath its distinct reward.

4        Yet, glorified by grace alone, They cast their crowns before the throne; And fill the echoing courts above With praises of redeeming love.

927= 6-8s. l know that my Redeemer liveth. Job xix. 25.

1         I CALL, the world's Redeemer mine; He lives who died for me, I know; Who bought my soul with blood divine, Jesus, shall re-appear below, Stand in that dreadful day unknown, And fix on earth his heavenly throne.

2        Then the last judgment-day shall come; And though the worms this skin devour, The Judge shall call me from the tomb, Shall bid the greedy grave restore, And raise this individual me, God in the flesh, my God, to see.

3        In this identic body I, With eyes of flesh refined, restored, Shall see that self-same Saviour nigh. See for myself my smiling Lord, See with ineffable delight; Nor faint to hear the glorious sight.

4        Then let the worms demand their prey, The greedy grave my reins consume; With joy I drop my mouldering clay, And rest till my Redeemer come; On Christ, my Life, in death rely, Secure that I can never die.

928= L.M. "Whom I shall see for myself." Job xix. 27.

1        I KNOW that my Redeemer lives, He lives, and on the earth shall stand; And though to worms my flesh he gives, My dust lies numbered in his hand.

2        In this re-animated clay I surely shall behold him near; Shall see him in the latter day In all his majesty appear.

3        I feel what then shall raise me up, The eternal Spirit lives in me; This is my confidence of hope, That God I face to face shall see.

4        Mine own and not another's eyes The King shall in his beauty view; I shall from him receive the prize, The starry crown to victors due.

929= C.M.

1        WHY do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends, To call them to his arms.

2        The graves of all his saints he blessed, And softened every bed: Where should the dying members rest, But with their dying Head?

3        Thence he arose, ascending higher, And showed our feet the way: Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly, At the great rising-day.

4        Then let the last loud trumpet sound, And bid our kindred rise; Awake, ye nations under ground; Ye saints, ascend the skies.

930= S.M. Triumph over Death.

1        AND must this body die? This well-wrought frame decay And must these active limbs of mine Lie mouldering in the clay?

2        Corruption, earth, and worms Shall but refine this flesh; Till my triumphant spirit comes To put it on afresh.

3        God, my Redeemer, lives, And ever from the skies Looks down, and watches all my dust. Till he shall bid it rise.

4        Arrayed in glorious grace Shall these vile bodies shine; And every shape and every face Be heavenly and divine.

5        These lively hopes we owe, Lord, to thy dying love: O may we bless thy grace below, And sing thy power above!

931= 4-6s & 2-8s. Job xix. 26.

1        My life's a shade, my days Apace to death decline: My Lord is life, he'll raise My dust again, even mine; Sweet truth to me! I shall arise And with these eyes My Saviour see.

2        My peaceful grave shall keep My bones till that sweet day I wake from my long sleep And leave my bed of clay; Sweet truth to me! I shall arise And with these eyes My Saviour see.

3        My Lord his angels shall Their golden trumpets sound, At whose most welcome call My grave shall be unbound. Sweet truth to me! I shall arise And with these eyes My Saviour see.

4        I said sometimes with tears, Ah me! I'm loth to die, Lord, silence thou those fears; My life's with thee on high. Sweet truth to me! I shall arise And with these eyes My Saviour see.

5        What means my trembling heart To be thus shy of death? With life I shall not part, Though I resign my breath. Sweet truth to me! I shall arise And with these eyes My Saviour see.

6        Then welcome, harmless grave; By thee to heaven I'll go, My Lord his death shall save Me from the flames below Sweet truth to me! I shall arise And with these eyes My Saviour see.

932= 8 7, 8 7, 8 8 7.

1        Great God! what do I see and hear! The end of things created! The Judge of mankind doth appear, On clouds of glory seated. The trumpet sounds! the graves restore The dead which they contained before! Prepare, my soul, to meet him.

2        The dead in Christ shall first arise, At the last trumpet's sounding, Caught up to meet him in the skies, With joy their Lord surrounding: No gloomy fears their souls dismay; His presence sheds eternal day On those prepared to meet him.

3        The ungodly, filled with guilty fears, Behold his wrath prevailing; In woe they rise, but all their tears And sighs are unavailing: The day of grace is past and gone: Trembling they stand before his throne, All unprepared to meet him.

4        Great God! what do I see and hear! The end of things created! The Judge of mankind doth appear, On clouds of glory seated: Beneath his cross I view the day When heaven and earth shall pass away, And thus prepare to meet him.

933= 8 8 8.

1        Day of wrath! O day of mourning! See fulfilled the prophet's warning! Heaven and earth to ashes burning!

2        O what fear man's bosom rendeth! When from heaven the Judge descendeth, On whose sentence all dependeth!

3        Wondrous sound sound the trumpet flingeth, Through earth's sepulchres it ringeth, All before the throne it bringeth.

4        Death is struck and nature quaking, All creation is awaking, To its Judge an answer making.

5        Lo, the Book, exactly worded, Wherein all hath been recorded! Thence shall judgement be awarded.

6        When the Judge his seat attaineth, And each hidden deed arraigneth, Nothing unavenged remaineth.

7        What shall I, frail man, be pleading, Who for me be interceding, When the just are mercy needing?

8        King of majesty tremendous, Who dost free salvation send us, Fount of pity, then befriend us!

9        Think, good Jesu, my salvation return Caused thy wondrous incarnation; Leave me not to reprobation.

10        Faint and weary thou hast sought me, On the cross of suffering bought me; Shall such grace be vainly brought me?

11        Righteous Judge! for sin's pollution Grant thy gift of absolution, Ere that day of retribution.

12        Guilty now I pour my moaning, All my shame with anguish owning; Spare, O God, thy suppliant groaning!

13        Thou the sinful woman savedst; Thou the dying thief forgavest; And to me a hope vouchsafest.

14        Worthless are my prayers and sighing, Yet, good Lord, in grace complying, Rescue me from fires undying.

15        With thy favoured sheep O place me, Nor among the goats abase me; But to thy right hand upraise me!

16 While the wicked are confounded, Doomed to flames of woe unbounded, Call me, with thy saints surrounded.

17 Low I kneel, with heart-submission; See, like ashes, my contrition; Help me in my last condition.

18 Ah, that day of tears and mourning! From the dust of earth returning, Man for judgment must prepare him;

19 Spare, O God, in mercy spare him Lord, all-pitying, Jesu blest, Grant us thine eternal rest!

934= L.M. "The heaven departed," &c. Rev. vi. 14.

1        THE day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away: What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day?

2        When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll, And louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead;

3        O! on that day, that awful day, When man to judgement wakes from clay, Be thou, O Christ! the sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away.

935= 6-8s. Matthew xiii. 37-43.

1        THIS is the field, the world below, In which the sowers came to sow, Jesus the wheat, Satan the tares, For so the word of truth declares: And soon the reaping time will come, And angels shout the harvest home.

2        Most awful truth! and is it so? Must all the world that harvest know? Is every man or wheat or tare? Then for that harvest O prepare! For soon the reaping time will come, And angels shout the harvest home.

3        To love my sins, - a saint to appear, To grow with wheat - yet be a tare, May serve me while I live below, Where tares and wheat together grow: But soon the reaping time will come, And angels shout the harvest home.

4        But all who truly righteous be Their Father's kingdom then shall see; And shine like suns for ever there: He that hath ears, now let him hear; For soon the reaping time will come, And angels shout the harvest home.

936= 8 7, 8 7, 4 7.

1LIFT your heads, ye friends of Jesus, Partners in his sufferings here; Christ, to all believers precious, Lord of lords, shall soon appear: Mark the tokens Of his heavenly kingdom near!

2        Close behind the tribulation Of the last tremendous days, See the flaming revelation, See the universal blaze! Earth and heaven Melt before the Judge's face!

3        Sun and moon are both confounded, Darkened into endless night, When, with angel-hosts surrounded, In his Father's glory bright, Christ the Saviour Shines, the everlasting Light.

4        See the stars from heaven falling, Hark on earth the doleful cry, Men on rocks and mountains calling, While the glorious Judge draws nigh, "Hide us, hide us, Rocks and mountains, from his eye!"

5        With what different exclamation Shall the saints his banner see! By the tokens of his passion, By the marks received for me, All discern him, All with shouts cry out, " 'Tis he!"

6        Lo! 'tis he! our hearts' desire, Come for his espoused below, Come to join us to his choir, Come to make our joys o'erflow, Palms of victory, Crowns of glory to bestow.

7        Yes, the prize shall now be given, We his open face shall see; Love, the earnest of our heaven, Love, our full reward shall be; Love shall crown us Kings through all eternity!

937= 7s.

1         COME, Desire of nations, come! Hasten, Lord, the general doom! Hear the Spirit and the bride; Come, and take us to thy side.

2        Thou, who hast our place prepared, Make us meet for our reward; Then with all thy saints descend; Then our earthly trials end.

3        Mindful of thy chosen race, Shorten these vindictive days; Who for full redemption groan, Hear us now, and save thine own.

4        Now destroy the man of sin; Now thine ancient flock bring in! Filled with righteousness divine, Claim a ransomed world for thine.

5        Plant thy heavenly kingdom here, Glorious in thy saints appear; Speak the sacred number sealed; Speak the mystery revealed.

6        Take to thee thy royal power; Reign, when sin shall be no more, Reign, when death no more shall be; Reign to all eternity.

938= C.M.

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.

3        Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green: So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between.

4        But timorous mortals start and shrink To cross this narrow sea; And linger, shivering on the brink, And fear to launch away.

5        O could we make our doubts remove, Those gloomy thoughts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love With unbeclouded eyes!

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

939= C.M.

1        JERUSALEM, my happy home! Name ever dear to me; When shall my labours have an end, In joy, and peace, and thee?

2        When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold? Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold?

3        There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know: Blest seats, through rude and stormy scenes, I onward press to you.

4        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.

5        Apostles, martyrs, prophets there Around my Saviour stand; And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band.

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

940= C.M.

1        GIVE me the wings of faith to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be.

2        Once they were mourners here below, And poured out cries and tears: They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears.

3        I ask them whence their victory came: They, with united breath, Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, Their triumph to his death.

4        They marked the footsteps that he trod, His zeal inspired their breast; And following 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.

941= 7s & 6s.

1         WHERE shall true believers go, When from the flesh they fly? Glorious joys ordained to know, They mount above the sky, To that bright celestial place; There they shall in raptures live, More than tongue can e'er express, Or heart can e'er conceive.

2        When they once are entered there, Their mourning days are o'er; Pain, and sin, and want, and care, And sighing are no more; Subject then to no decay, Heavenly bodies they put on, Swifter than the lightning's ray, And brighter than the sun.

3        But their greatest happiness, Their highest joy, shall be, God their Saviour to possess, To know, and love, and see: With that beatific sight Glorious ecstasy is given; This is their supreme delight, And makes a heaven of heaven.

4        Him beholding face to face, To him they glory give, Bless his name and sing his praise, As long as God shall live. While eternal ages roll, Thus employed in heaven they are: Lord, receive my happy soul With all thy servants there!

942= 4-6s & 2-8s. "When shall I come and appear before God?" Psalm xlii, 2.

1        SWEET place; sweet place alone! The court of God most high, The heaven of heavens, the throne Of spotless majesty! O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face?

2        The stranger homeward bends, And sigheth for his rest: Heaven is my home, my friends Lodge there in Abraham's breast. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face?

3        Earth's but a sorry tent, Pitched but a few frail days, A short-leased tenement; Heaven's still my song, my praise. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face?

4        No tears from any eyes Drop in that holy choir: But death itself there dies, And sighs themselves expire. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face?

5        There should temptations cease, My frailties there should end. There should I rest in peace In the arms of my best friend. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face?

= 4-6s & 2-8s. SECOND PART

6        JERUSALEM on high My song and city is, My home whene'er I die, The centre of my bliss. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face?

7        Thy walls, sweet city! thine With pearls are garnished, Thy gates with praises shine, Thy streets with gold are spread. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face?

8        No sun by day shines there, No moon by silent night. O no! these needless are; The Lamb's the city's light. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face?

9        There dwells my Lord, my King, Judged here unfit to live; There angels to him sing, And lowly homage give. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face?

10        The patriarchs of old There from their travels cease: The prophets there behold Their longed-for Prince of peace. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face?

11        The Lamb's apostles there I might with joy behold: The harpers I might hear Harping on harps of gold. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face?

12        The bleeding martyrs, they Within those courts are found; All clothed in pure array, Their scars with glory crowned. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face?

13        Ah me! ah me! that I In Kedar's tents here stay; No place like this on high; Thither, Lord! guide my way. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face?

943= 7 6,7 6,7 6,7 6. "Here have we no continuing city, but we seek one to come." Hebrews xiii.14.

1        BRIEF life is here our portion, Brief sorrow, short-lived care; The life that knows no ending, The tearless life, is there. O happy retribution! Short toil, eternal rest; For mortals and for sinners, A mansion with the blest.

2        That we should look, poor wanderers, To have our home on high! That worms should seek for dwellings Beyond the starry sky! And now we fight the battle, But then shall wear the crown Of full and everlasting, And passionless renown.

3        And how we watch and struggle, And now we live in hope, And Zion in her anguish With Babylon must cope; But he whom now we trust in Shall then be seen and known, And they that know and see him Shall have him for their own.

7 6,7 6,7 6,7 6. SECOND PART qqq

4        FOR thee, O dear, dear country, Mine eyes their vigils keep; For very love, beholding, Thy happy name, they weep: The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest.

5        O one, O only mansion! O paradise of joy! Where tears are ever banished, And smiles have no alloy; The cross is all thy splendour, The Crucified thy praise, His laud and benediction Thy ransomed people raise.

6        Jerusalem the glorious! Glory of the elect! O dear and future vision That eager hearts expect! Even now by faith I see thee, Even here thy walls discern; To thee my thoughts are kindled, And strive, and pant, and yearn.

7        Jerusalem, the only, That look'st from heaven below, In thee is all my glory, In me is all my woe! And though my body may not, My spirit seeks thee fain, Till flesh and earth return me To earth and flesh again.

= 7 6,7 6,7 6,7 6. THIRD PART. qqq

8        JERUSALEM the golden, With milk and honey blest, Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice oppressed. I know not, O I know not, What social joys are there! What radiancy of glory, What bliss beyond compare!

9        They stand, those halls of Zion, All jubilant with song, And bright with many an angel And all the martyr throng; The Prince is ever in them; The daylight is serene; The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen.

10        There is the throne of David, And there, from care released, The song of them that triumph, The shout of them that feast; And they who with their Leader Have conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white.

= 7 6,7 6,7 6,7 6. FOURTH PART

11        JERUSALEM, exulting On that securest shore, I hope thee, wish thee, sing thee, And love thee evermore! I ask not for my merit: I seek not to deny My merit is destruction, A child of wrath am I:

12        But yet with faith I venture And hope upon the way, For those perennial guerdons I labour night and day. The best and dearest Father Who made me, and who saved, Bore with me in defilement, And from defilement laved;

13        When in his strength I struggle, For very joy I leap; When in my sin I totter, I weep, or try to weep: And grace, sweet grace celestial, Shall all its love display, And David's royal fountain Purge every stain away.

14        O sweet and blessed country, Shall I ever see thy face? O sweet and blessed country, Shall I ever win thy grace? I have the hope within me To comfort and to bless! Shall I ever win the prize itself? O tell me, tell me, Yes!

15        Strive, man, to win that glory; Toil, man, to gain that light; Send hope before to grasp it, Till hope be lost in sight. Exult, O dust and ashes, The Lord shall be thy part: His only, his for ever Thou shalt be, and thou art.

944= S.M. For ever with the Lord. Thessalonians iv.17.

1        "FOR ever with the Lord!" Amen! so let it be! Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality!

2        Here in the body pent, Absent from him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.

3        My Father's house on high, Home of my soul! how near, At times, to faith's foreseeing eye, Thy golden gates appear!

4        Ah! then my spirit faints To reach the land I love, The bright inheritance of saints, Jerusalem above!

5        "For ever with the Lord!" Father, if 'tis thy will, The promise of that faithful word Even here to me fulfil.

6        Be thou at my right hand, Then can I never fail; Uphold thou me, and I shall stand, Fight, and I must prevail.

7        So when my latest breath Shall rend the veil in twain, By death I shall escape from death, And life eternal gain.

8        Knowing as I am known, How shall I love that word, And oft repeat before the throne, "For ever with the Lord!"

945= 8s & 6s. "Whose faith follow". Hebrews xiii.7.

1        O GOD, to whom the faithful dead Still live, united to their Head, Their Lord and ours the same: For all thy saints, to memory dear, Departed in thy faith and fear, We bless thy holy name.

2        By the same grace upheld, may we So follow those who followed thee, As with them to partake The full reward of heavenly bliss: Merciful Father! grant us this For our Redeemer's sake.

946= 8s.

1        O WHEN shall we sweetly remove, O when shall we enter our rest, Return to the Zion above, The mother of spirits distrest! That city of God the great King, Where sorrow and death are no more; But saints our Immanuel sing, And cherub and seraph adore.

2        Not all the archangels can tell The joys of that holiest place, Where Jesus is pleased to reveal The light of his heavenly face; When caught in the rapturous flame, The sight beatific they prove, And walk in the light of the Lamb, Enjoying the beams of his love.

3        Thou know'st, in the spirit of prayer, We long thy appearing to see, Resigned to the burden we bear, But longing to triumph with thee: 'Tis good at thy word to be here, 'Tis better in thee to be gone, And see thee in glory appear, And rise to a share in thy throne.

4        To mourn for thy coming is sweet, To weep at thy longer delay; But thou, whom we hasten to meet, Shalt chase all our sorrows away. The tears shall be wiped from our eyes, When thee we behold in the cloud, And echo the joys of the skies, And shout to the trumpet of God.

947= C.M. The Hope of Heaven

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 saints' delight, The heaven prepared for me.

2        A stranger in the world below, I calmly sojourn here; Nor can its happiness or woe Provoke my hope or fear: Its evils in a moment end, Its joys as soon are past; But O! the bliss to which I tend Eternally shall last.

3        To that Jerusalem above With singing I repair; While in the flesh, my hope and love, My heart and soul; are there: There my exalted Saviour stands, My merciful High-priest, And still extends his wounded hands To take me to his breast.

4        What is there here to court my stay, Or hold me back from home, While angels beckon me away, And Jesus bids me come? Shall I regret my parted friends, Still in the vale confined? Nay, but whene'er my soul ascends, They will not stay behind.

5        The race we all are running now; And if I first attain, They too their willing head shall bow, They too the prize shall gain. Now on the brink of death we stand; And if I pass before, They all shall soon escape to land, And hail me on the shore.

6        Then let me suddenly remove, That hidden life to share; I shall not lose my friends above, But more enjoy them there. There we in Jesu's praise shall join, His boundless love proclaim, And solemnize in songs divine The marriage of the Lamb.

7        O what a blessed hope is ours! While here on earth we stay, We more than 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.

8        O would he more of heaven bestow, And let the vessel break, And let our ransomed spirits go To grasp the God we seek; In rapturous awe on him to gaze Who bought the sight for me; And shout, and wonder at his grace, Through all eternity!

948= C.M. "The sufferings of this present time are
not worthy to be compared with the glory
which shall be revealed to us." - Romans viii.18.

1         AND let this feeble body fail, And let it droop and die; My soul shall quit the mournful vale, And soar to worlds on high; Shall join the disembodied saints, And find its long-sought rest, (That only bliss for which it pants) In my Redeemer's breast.

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 out my threescore years, Till my Deliverer come, And wipe away his servant's tears, And take his exile home.

3        Surely he will not long delay: I hear his Spirit cry, "Arise, my love, make haste away! Go, get thee up, and die. O'er death, who now has lost his sting, I give thee victory; And with me my reward I bring, I bring my heaven for thee."

4        O what hath Jesus bought for me! Before my ravished eyes Givers of life divine I see, And trees of paradise; They flourish in perpetual bloom, Fruit every month they give; And to the healing leaves who come Eternally shall live.

5        I see a world of spirits bright Who reap the pleasures there; They all are robed in purest white, And conquering palms they bear: Adorned by their Redeemer's grace, They close pursue the Lamb; And every shining front displays The unutterable name.

6        They drink the vivifying stream, They pluck the ambrosial fruit, And each records the praise of him Who tuned his golden lute: At once they strike the harmonious wire, And hymn the great Three-One: He hears; he smiles; and all the choir Fall down before his throne.

7        O what are all my sufferings here, If, Lord, thou count me meet With that enraptured host to appear, And worship at thy feet! Give joy or grief, give ease or pain, Take life or friends away: I come, to find them all again In that eternal day.

949= "Of whom the whole family in heaven and earth is named." - Ephesians iii. 15.

1        COME, let us join our friends above That have obtained the prize, And on the eagle wings of love To joys celestial rise: Let all the saints terrestrial sing, With those to glory gone; For all the servants of our King, In earth and heaven, are one.

2        One family we dwell in him, One church, above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream of death: One army of the living God, To his command we bow; Part of his host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.

3        Ten thousand to their endless home This solemn moment fly; And we are to the margin come, And we expect to die: His militant embodied host, With wishful looks we stand, And long to see that happy coast, And reach the heavenly land.

4        Our old companions in distress We haste again to see, And eager long for our release, And full felicity: Even now by faith we join our hands With those that went before; And greet the blood-besprinkled bands On the eternal shore.

5        Our spirits too shall quickly join, Like theirs with glory crowned, And shout to see our Captain's sign, To hear his trumpet sound. O that we now might grasp our guide! O that the word were given! Come, Lord of hosts, the waves divide, And land us all in heaven!

950= C.M.

1         THE Lord of Sabbath let us praise In concert with the blest, O, joyful, in harmonious lays Employ an endless rest. Thus, Lord, while we remember thee, We blest and pious grow; By hymns of praise we learn to be Triumphant here below.

2        On this glad day a brighter scene Of glory was displayed, By God, the eternal Word, than when This universe was made. HE RISES, who mankind has bought With grief and pain extreme: 'Twas great to speak a world from nought; 'Twas greater to redeem!

951= L.M. "Sabbaths. .a sign." Exodus xxxi.13.

1        DEAR is the day which God hath made, Signal of peace to earth displayed; Its light the rainbow of the seven, Its atmosphere the air of heaven.

2        The gay who rest nor worship prize Jehovah's changeless sign despise; Still stand it to our eyes alone With claims and blessings all its own!

3        The suffering scarce, alas! can know This from the other days of woe, May we the worth of Sabbaths learn Before we suffer in our turn!

4        The blest no sun save Jesus see, No Sabbath save eternity; May our brief Sabbaths melt away In the clear light of endless day!

5        Lord of the Sabbath, 'tis thy will These hours to hallow; bless them still! Send down thy Spirit's sevenfold powers, And make thy rest and gladness ours.

952= 2-6s & 4-7s. "The Son of Man is Lord even of the Sabbath day". Matthew xii.8.

1         SAVIOUR, thy sacred day Is subject to thy sway, Made thy pleasure to fulfil; Thou, the Son of man, alone Canst, according to thy will, Abrogate or change thine own.

2        The love the day designed A blessing to mankind; But thy more abundant grace, Gospel grace unsearchable, Bade the Jewish feast give place, Fixed the Christian festival.

3        Lord of the hallowed day, Once more thy power display; Now returning from above, Change it to that heavenly feast, Sabbath of celestial love, Sabbath of eternal rest.

953= 6-8s. For the Lord's Day

1        COME, let us with our Lord arise, Our Lord, who made both earth and skies; Who died to save the world he made, And rose triumphant from the dead; He rose, the Prince of life and peace, And stamped the day for ever his.

2        This is the day the Lord hath made, That all may see his love displayed, May feel his resurrection's power, And rise again to fall no more, In perfect righteousness renewed, And filled with all the life of God.

3        Then let us render him his own, With solemn prayer approach the throne, With meekness hear the gospel-word, With thanks his dying love record; Our joyful hearts and voices raise, And fill his courts with songs of praise.

4        Honour and praise to Jesus pay Throughout his consecrated day; Be all in Jesu's praise employed, Nor leave a single moment void; With utmost care the time improve, And only breathe his praise and love.

954= G.M.

1        COME let us join with one accord In hymns around the throne; This is the day our rising Lord Hath made and called his own.

2        This is the day which God hath blessed, The brightest of the seven; Type of that everlasting rest The saints enjoy in heaven.

3        Then let us in his name sing on, And hasten to that day When our Redeemer shall come down, And shadows pass away.

4        Not one, but all our days below, Let us in hymns employ; And in our Lord rejoicing go To his eternal joy.

955= 6-8s. Sabbath Morning.

1        GREAT God, this sacred day of thine Demands our souls' collected powers; We would employ in works divine These solemn, these devoted hours: Our willing hearts adoring own The grace which calls us to thy throne!

2        We bid life's cares and trifles fly, And where thou art appear no more: Omniscient Lord, thy piercing eye Doth every secret thought explore: O may thy grace our hearts refine, And fix our thoughts on things divine.

3        The word of life, dispensed to-day, Invites us to a heavenly feast; May every ear the call obey, Be every heart a humble guest; O bid the wretched sons of need On soul-reviving dainties feed!

4        Thy Spirit's gracious aid impart, And let thy word, with power divine, Engage the ear, and warm the heart, And make the day entirely thine! Thus may our souls adoring own The grace which calls us to thy throne!

956= S.M.

1        WELCOME, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes!

2        The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.

3        One day amidst the place Where thou, my Lord, hast been Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin.

4        My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this, And sit and sing herself away To everlasting bliss.

957= L.M.

1         SWEET is the sunlight after rain, And sweet the sleep which follows pain, And sweetly steals the Sabbath rest Upon the world's work-wearied breast.

2        Of heaven the sign of earth the calm! The poor man's birthright, and his balm! God's witness of celestial things! A sun with healing in its wings.

3        New rising in this gospel time, And in its sevenfold light sublime, Blest day of God! we hail its dawn, To gratitude and worship drawn.

4        O nought of gloom and nought of pride Should with the sacred hours abide! At work for God, in loved employ, We lose the duty in the joy.

5        Breathe on us, Lord! our sins forgive, And make us strong in faith to live: Our utmost, sorest need supply, And make us strong in faith to die.

958= 7 6, 7 6, 7 6, 7 6.

1O DAY of rest and gladness, O day of joy and light. O balm of care and sadness, Most beautiful, most bright, On thee the high and lowly Before the eternal throne Sing Holy, Holy, Holy, To the great Three in One!

2        On thee, at the creation, The light first had its birth; On thee for our salvation Christ rose from depths of earth; On thee our Lord victorious The Spirit sent from heaven; And thus on thee most glorious A triple light was given.

3        Thou art a cooling fountain In life's dry dreary sand; From thee, like Pisgah's mountain, We view our promised land; A day of sweet refection, A day of holy love, A day of resurrection From earth to things above.

4        To-day on weary nations The heavenly manna falls, To holy convocations The silver trumpet calls, Where gospel-light is glowing With pure and radiant beams, And living water flowing With soul-refreshing streams.

5        New graces ever gaining From this our day of rest, We reach the rest remaining To spirits of the blest; To Holy Ghost be praises, To Father, and to Son; The Church her voice upraises To thee, blest Three in One.

959= L.M. The earthly and the heavenly Sabbath.

1        LORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows, On this thy day, in this thy house: And own, as grateful sacrifice, The songs which from thy servants rise.

2        Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love; But there's a nobler rest above; To that our labouring souls aspire, With ardent pangs of strong desire.

3        No more fatigue, no more distress, Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place; No sighs shall mingle with the songs Which warble from immortal tongues.

4        No rude alarms of raging foes; No cares to break the long repose; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon.

5        O long-expected day, begin; Dawn on these realms of woe and sin: Fain would we leave this weary road, And sleep in death, to rest with God.

960= C.M. "I was in the Spirit on the Lord's day.". Revelation i. 10.

MAY I throughout this day of thine Be in thy Spirit, Lord, Spirit of humble fear divine That trembles at thy word, Spirit of faith my heart to raise, And fix on things above, Spirit of sacrifice and praise, Of holiness and love!

961= L.M. Sunday Evening.

1         WE rose to-day with anthems sweet, To sing before the mercy seat, And ere the darkness round us fell, We bade the grateful vespers swell.

2        Whate'er has risen from heart sincere, Each upward glance of filial fear, Each true resolve, each solemn vow, Jesus our Lord! accept them now.

3        Whate'er beneath thy searching eyes Has wrought to spoil our sacrifice, Mid this sweet stillness while we bow, Jesus our Lord! forgive us now.

4        And teach us erring souls to win, And hide their multitude of sin; To tread in Christ's long-suffering way And grow more like him day by day.

5        So as our Sabbaths hasten past, And rolling years bring nigh the last, When sinks the sun behind the hill, When all the weary wheels stand still;

6        When by our bed the loved ones weep, And death-dews o'er the forehead creep, And vain is help or hope from men; Jesus our Lord! receive us then.

962= 10 10, 10 10. At the end of Service.

1         SAVIOUR, again to thy dear name we raise With one accord our parting hymn of praise; We stand to bless thee ere our worship cease, Then, lowly kneeling, wait thy word of peace.

2        Grant us thy peace upon our homeward way; With thee begun, with thee shall end the day; Guard thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame, That in this house have called upon thy name.

3        Grant us thy peace, Lord, through the coming night, Turn thou for us its darkness into light; From harm and danger keep thy children free, For dark and light are both alike to thee.

4        Grant us thy peace throughout our earthly life, Our balm in sorrow, and our stay ln strife; Then, when thy voice shall bid our conflict cease, Call us, O Lord, to thine eternal peace.

963= 6-7s. A Morning Hymn.

1        CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only Light, Sun of righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night; Day-spring from on high, be near. Day-star, in my heart appear!

2        Dark and cheerless is the morn, Unaccompanied by thee: Joyless is the day's return, Till thy mercy's beams I see; Till thou inward light impart, Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.

3        Visit then this soul of mine, Pierce the gloom of sin and grief, Fill me, Radiancy Divine! Scatter all my unbelief: More and more thyself display, Shining to the perfect day!

964= L.M.

1        AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run: Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise, To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2        Redeem thy mis-spent moments past, And live this day as if thy last; Thy talents to improve take care; For the great day thyself prepare.

3        Let all thy converse be sincere, Thy conscience as the noon-day clear; For God's all-seeing eye surveys Thy secret thoughts, thy words and ways.

4        Wake, and lift up thyself; my heart, And with the angels take thy part; Who all night long unwearied sing High praise to the eternal King.

5        All praise to thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refreshed me whilst I slept; Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless light partake!

6        Lord, I my vows to thee renew; Disperse my sins as morning dew; Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with thyself my spirit fill.

7        Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design, or do, or say; That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite.

8        Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.