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Burial Hymns
832 — Burial of a Saint.
832Burial of a Saint.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 Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?
There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,
And left a long perfume.

3 The graves of all His saints He bless'd,
And soften'd every bed:
Where should the dying members rest,
But with the dying Head?

4 Thence He arose, ascending high,
And show'd our feet the way;
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly,
At the great rising day.

5 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise;
Awake, ye nations, under ground;
Ye saints, ascend the skies.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

833 — "Blessed are the Dead that die in the Lord."
833"Blessed are the Dead that die in the Lord."C.M.
1 HEAR what the voice from heaven proclaims
For all the pious dead.
Sweet is the savour of their names,
And soft their sleeping bed.

2 They die in Jesus, and are bless'd;
How kind their slumbers are!
From sufferings and from sins released,
And freed from every snare.

3 Far from this world of toil and strife,
They're present with the Lord:
The labours of their mortal life
End in a large reward.
Isaac Watts, 1709
—Our Own Hymn-Book

834 — The Grave a Bedchamber.
834The Grave a Bedchamber.L.M.
1 UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb;
Take this new treasure to thy trust,
And give these sacred relics room
To seek a slumber in the dust.

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear,
Invades thy bounds; no mortal woes
Can reach the lovely sleepers here;
And angels watch their soft repose.

3 So Jesus slept: God's dying Son
Pass'd through the grave, and blest the bed,
Rest here, dear saint, till from His throne
The morning break, and pierce the shade,

4 Break from His throne, illustrious morn
Attend, O earth, His sovereign word;
Restore thy trust, a glorious form:
He must ascend to meet his Lord.
Isaac Watts, 1734
—Our Own Hymn-Book

835 — Housed and Happy.
835Housed and Happy.C.M.
1 OH happy they, who safely housed,
To Jesus' bosom fly,
Before the storm of wrath is roused;
Yes, happy they who die

2 Care, pain, and grief, the wild array
Of sorrows felt below,
The dread of trial's fiery day,
Of persecution's glow;

3 All, all is o'er, with those at rest,
For Jesus' sake forgiven!
No heavings of the anxious breast,
No sickening fear, in heaven.

4 Why linger then, with strange desire,
Where reeks the deadly strife,
And shrink, unwilling to retire,
To everlasting life?

5 Oh were it not for those he leaves
Lone in a desert land,
'Tis wondrous when a Christian grieves
To find his home at hand.
Ann Gilbert, 1842.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

836 — Submission.
836Submission.C.M.
1 PEACE!—tis the Lord Jehovah's hand
That blasts our joys in death,
Changes the visage once so dear,
And gathers back the breath.

2 'Tis He—the Potentate supreme
Of all the worlds above,
Whose steady counsels wisely rule,
Nor from their purpose move.

3 Our covenant God and Father He,
In Christ our bleeding Lord;
Whose grace can heal the bursting heart
With one reviving word.

4 Fair garlands of immortal bliss
He weaves for every brow;
And shall tumultuous passions rise,
If He corrects us now?

5 Silent I own Jehovah's name,
I kiss the scourging hand;
And yield my comforts, and my life
To Thy supreme command.
Philip Doddridge, 1755.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

837 — Funeral of a Young Person.
837Funeral of a Young Person.C.M.
1 WHEN blooming youth is snatch'd away
By death's resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which pity must demand.

2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
Oh may this truth, impress'd
With awful power—"I too must die!"
Sink deep in every breast.

3 Let this vain world engage no more:
Behold the gaping tomb!
It bids us seize the present hour:
To-morrow death may come.

4 The voice of this alarming scene,
May every heart obey;
Nor be the heavenly warning vain,
Which calls to watch and Dray.

5 Oh, let us fly—to Jesus fly,
Whose powerful arm can save;
Then shall our hopes ascend on high;
And triumph o'er the grave.

6 Great God, Thy sovereign grace impart,
With cleansing, healing power;
This only can prepare the heart
For death's surprising hour.
Anne Steele, 1760.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

838 — Consolation concerning a Minister's Death.
838Consolation concerning a Minister's Death.C.M.
1 NOW let our mourning hearts revive,
And all our tears be dry;
Why should those eyes be drown'd in grief,
Which view a Saviour nigh?

2 What though the arm of conquering death,
Does God's own house invade;
What though the prophet and the priest
Be numbered with the dead?

3 Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust,
The aged and the young,
The watchful eye in darkness closed,
And mute the instructive tongue;

4 The eternal Shepherd still survives,
New comfort to impart;
His eye still guides us, and His voice
Still animates our heart.

5 "Lo, I am with you," saith the Lord,
"My church shall safe abide;
For I will ne'er forsake My own,
Whose souls in Me confide."

6 Through every scene of life and death,
This promise is our trust;
And this shall be our children's song,
When we are cold in dust.
Philip Doddridge, 1755.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

Resurrection
839 — "I know that my Redeemer liveth."
839"I know that my Redeemer liveth."L.M.
1 I KNOW that my Redeemer lives:
This thought transporting pleasure gives,
And standing, at the latter day,
On earth, His glories will display.

2 And though this goodly mortal frame
Sink to the dust, from whence it came;
Though burled in the silent tomb,
Worms shall my skin and flesh consume;

3 Yet on that happy rising morn,
New life this body shall adorn;
These active powers refined shall be,
And God, my Saviour, I shall sec.

4 Though perish'd all my cold remains,
Though all consumed my heart and reins
Yet for myself, my wondering eyes
God shall behold, with glad surprise.
John Williams, 1801
—Our Own Hymn-Book

840 — "Behold, He cometh."
840"Behold, He cometh."C.M.
1 THE time draws nigh when from the clouds
Christ shall with shouts descend,
And the last trumpet's awful voice
The heavens and earth shall rend.

2 Then they who live shall changed be,
And they who sleep shall wake;
The graves shall yield their ancient charge,
And earth's foundations shake.

3 The saints of God, from death set free,
With joy shall mount on high;
The heavenly hosts with praises loud
Shall meet them in the sky.

4 Together to their Father's house
With joyful hearts they go,
And dwell for ever with the Lord,
Beyond the reach of woe.
Michael Bruce, 1768.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

841 — Hope of Heaven by the Resurrection of Christ.
841Hope of Heaven by the Resurrection of Christ.C.M.
1 BLESS'D be the everlasting God,
The Father of our Lord;
Be His abounding mercy praised,
His majesty adored.

2 When from the dead He raised His Son,
And call'd Him to the sky,
He gave our souls a lively hope
That they should never die.

3 What though our inbred sins require
Our flesh to see the dust;
Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose,
So all His followers must.

4 There's an inheritance divine
Reserved against that day;
'Tis uncorrupted, undefiled,
And cannot fade away.

5 Saints by the power of God are kept
Till the salvation come;
We walk by faith, as strangers here,
Till Christ shall call us home.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

842 — The Hope of Resurrection.
842The Hope of Resurrection.S.M.
1 AND must this body die?
This mortal 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 often from the skies
Looks down and watches all my dust,
Till He shall bid it rise.

4 Array'd in glorious grace
Shall these vile bodies shine:
And every shape, and every face,
Look heavenly and divine.

5 These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus' dying love;
We would adore His grace below,
And sing His power above.

6 Dear Lord, accept the praise
Of these our humble songs,
Till tunes of nobler sound we raise
With our immortal tongues.
Isaac Watts, 1709
—Our Own Hymn-Book

843 — I shall arise.
843I shall arise.148th.
1 MY life's a shade, my days
A pace 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 Saviour's 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.
Samuel Crossman, 1664.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

844 — Death wallowed up in Victory.
844Death wallowed up in Victory.112th.
1 WE sing His love who once was slain,
Who soon o'er death revived again,
That all His saints through Him might have
Eternal conquests o'er the grave,
Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we
Shall rise to immortality.

2 The saints who now in Jesus sleep,
His own almighty power shall keep,
Till dawns the bright illustrious day,
When death itself shall die away.
Soon shall, &c.

3 How loud shall our glad voices sing,
When Christ His risen saints shall bring
From beds of dust, and silent clay,
To realms of everlasting day!
Soon shall, &c.

4 When Jesus we in glory meet,
Our utmost joys shall be complete:
When landed on that heavenly shore,
Death and the curse will be no more!
Soon shall, &c.

5 Hasten, dear Lord, the glorious day,
And this delightful scene display:
When all Thy saints from death shall rise,
Raptured in bliss beyond the skies.
Soon shall, &c
Rowland Hill, 1796.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

Aspirations for Heaven
845 — "To be with Christ is far better."
845"To be with Christ is far better."C.M.
1 OH, how I long to reach ray home,
My glorious home in heaven!
And wish the joyful hour were come,
The welcome mandate given!

2 Oh, how I long to lay aside
These worn-out weeds of clay;
And, led by my celestial Guide,
T' explore yon azure way!

3 Oh, how I long to be with Christ,
Where all His glory beams!
To be from this dark world dismiss'd,
Which His dear name blasphemes!

4 Oh, how I long that world to hall,
Where sin can ne'er defile!
Where not a cloud shall ever veil
From me my Saviour's smile!

5 Oh, how I long to join the choir
Who worship at His feet!
Lord, grant me soon my heart's desire!
Soon, soon Thy work complete!
Charlotte Elliot, 1834.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

846 — "For ever with the Lord."
846"For ever with the Lord."S.M.
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 fulfill.

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!"

9 Then, though the soul enjoy
Communion high and sweet,
While worms this body must destroy,
Both shall in glory meet.

10 That resurrection word,
That shout of victory,
Once more, "For ever with the Lord!"
Amen—so let it be!
James Montgomery, 1835.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

847 — Let me be with Thee.
847Let me be with Thee.L.M.
1 LET me bo with Thee where Thou art,
My Saviour, my eternal rest!
Then only will this longing heart
Be fully and for ever blest.

2 Let me be with Thee where Thou art,
Thy unveil'd glory to behold;
Then only will this wandering heart
Cease to be faithless, treacherous, cold.

3 Let me be with Thee, where Thou art,
Where spotless saints Thy name adore;
Then only will this sinful heart
Be evil and denied no more.

4 Let me be with Thee, where Thou art,
Where none can die, where none remove;
Where life nor death my soul can part,
From Thy blest presence and Thy love.
Charlotte Elliott, 1836.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

848 — The Pilgrim's Song.
848The Pilgrim's Song.11s.
1 MY rest is in heaven, my rest is not here,
Then why should I tremble when trials are near?
Be hush'd my dark spirit, the worst that can come
But shortens thy journey, and hastens thee home.

2 It is not for me to be seeking my bliss,
Or building my hopes in a region like this;
I look for a city that hands have not piled,
I pant for a country by sin undefiled.

3 Afflictions may press me, they cannot destroy,
One glimpse of His love turns them all into joy;
And the bitterest tears, if He smile but on them,
Like dew in the sunshine, grow diamond and gem.

4 Let doubt, then, and danger my progress oppose,
They only make heaven more sweet at the close:
Come joy or come sorrow, whate'er may befall,
An hour with my God will make up for them all.

5 A scrip on my back, and & staff in my hand,
I march on in haste through an enemy's land;
The road may be rough, but it cannot be long,
And I'll smooth it with hope, and cheer it with song.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

849 — "This is not your Rest."
849"This is not your Rest."8.7.
1 THIS is not my place of resting,
Mine's a city yet to come;
Onward to it I am hasting—
On to my eternal home.

2 In it all is light and glory;
O'er it shines a nightless day:
Every trace of sin's sad story,
All the curse, hath pass'd away.

3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd leads us,
By the streams of life along,
On the freshest pastures feeds us,
Turns our sighing into song.

4 Soon we pass this desert dreary,
Soon we bid farewell to pain:
Never more arc sad or weary,
Never, never sin again!
Horatius Bonar, 1856.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

850 — Rising to God.
850Rising to God.L.M.
1 NOW let our souls on wings sublime
Rise from the vanities of time,
Draw back the parting veil, and see
The glories of eternity.

2 Twice born by a celestial birth,
Why should we grovel here on earth?
Why grasp at transitory toys,
So near to heaven's eternal joys?

3 Shall aught beguile us on the road,
When we are travelling back to God?
For strangers into life we come,
And dying is but going home.

4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge,
That sets my longing soul at large,
Unbinds my chains, breaks up my cell,
And gives me with my God to dwell.

5 To dwell with God, to feel His love,
Is the full heaven enjoy'd above;
And the sweet expectation now
Is the young dawn of heaven below.
Thomas Gibbons, 1762.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

851 — "Present with the Lord."
851"Present with the Lord."C.M.
1 THERE is a house not made with hands,
Eternal and on high,
And here my spirit waiting stands
Till God shall bid it fly.

2 Shortly this prison of my clay
Must be dissolved and fall:
Then, O my soul! with joy obey
Thy heavenly Father's call.

3 'Tis He, by His almighty grace,
That forms thee fit for heaven,
And, as an earnest of the place,
Has His own Spirit given.

4 We walk by faith of joys to come,
Faith lives upon His word:
But while the body is our home,
We're absent from the Lord.

5 'Tis pleasant to believe Thy grace,
But we had rather see;
We would be absent from the flesh,
And present, Lord, with Thee.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

852 — The Church Triumphant.
852The Church Triumphant.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 mourning here below,
And wet their couch with 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 mark'd 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.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

853 — Longing to worship in Heaven.
853Longing to worship in Heaven.C.M.
1 FATHER, I long. I faint to see
The place of Thine abode;
I'd leave Thy earthly courts, and flee
Up to Thy seat, my God!

2 Here I behold Thy distant face,
And 'tis a pleasing sight;
But to abide in Thine embrace
Is infinite delight.

3 I'd part with all the joys of sense
To gaze upon Thy throne:
Pleasures spring fresh for ever thence,
Unspeakable, unknown.

4 There all the heavenly hosts are seen,
In shining ranks they move:
And drink immortal vigour in,
With wonder and with love.

5 Then at Thy feet with awful fear
The adoring armies fall;
With joy they shrink to nothing there,
Before th' Eternal ALL.

6 There I would vie with all the host
In duty and in bliss;
While less than nothing, I could boast,
And vanity confess.

7 The more Thy glories strike mine eyes,
The humbler I shall lie;
Thus, while I sink, my joys shall rise
Immeasurably high.
Isaac Watts, 1709
—Our Own Hymn-Book

854 — "For here have toe no continuing City."
854"For here have toe no continuing City."L.M.
1 WE'VE no abiding city here;
This may distress the worldling's mind,
But should not cost the saint a tear,
Who hopes a better rest to find.

2 We've no abiding city here;
Sad truth, were this to be our home;
But let this thought our spirits cheer,
We seek a city yet to come.

3 We've no abiding city here;
Then let us live as pilgrims do:
Let not the world our rest appear,
But let us haste from all below.

4 We've no abiding city here;
We seek a city out of sight:
Zion its name—the Lord is there;
It shines with everlasting light.

5 O sweet abode of peace and love,
Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest!
Had I the pinions of the dove,
I'd fly to thee, and be at rest.

6 But hush, my soul, nor dare repine!
The time my God appoints is best:
While here, to do His will be mine:
And His to fix my time of rest.
Thomas Kelly, 1804.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

855 — The Sight of God and Christ in Heaven.
855The Sight of God and Christ in Heaven.L.M.
1 DESCEND from heaven, Immortal Dove,
Stoop down and take us on Thy wings,
And mount and bear us far above
The reach of these inferior things!

2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky,
Up where eternal ages roll,
Where solid pleasures never die,
And fruits immortal feast the soul!

3 Oh for a sight, a pleasing sight,
Of our Almighty Fathers throne!
There sits our Saviour crown'd with light,
Clothed in a body like our own.

Adoring saints around Him stand,
And thrones and powers before Him fall;
The God shines gracious through the Man,
And sheds sweet glories on them all.

Oh what amazing joys they feel
While to their golden harps they sing,
And sit on every heavenly hill,
And spread the triumphs of their King!

When shall the day, dear Lord, appear,
That I shall mount to dwell above,
And stand and bow amongst them there,
And view Thy face, and sing, and love?
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

856 — The Soul's Flight.
856The Soul's Flight.8.7.7.7
1 WHAT is life? 'tis but a vapour,
Soon it vanishes away;
Life is like a dying taper:
O my soul, why wish to stay?
Why not spread thy wings and fly
Straight to yonder world of joy?

2 See that glory, how resplendent!
Brighter far than fancy paints;
There in majesty transcendent,
Jesus reigns, the Ring of Saints.
Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly
Straight to yonder world of joy.

3 Joyful crowds His throne surrounding,
Sing with rapture of His love;
Through the heavens His praises sounding,
Filling all the courts above,
Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly
Straight to yonder world of joy.

4 Go and share His people's glory;
'Midst the ransom'd crowd appear;
Thine a joyful wondrous story,
One that angels love to hear.
Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly
Straight to yonder world of joy.
Thomas Kelly, 1809.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

857 — "I have fought a good Fight."
857"I have fought a good Fight."C.M.
1 WITH heavenly weapons I have fought
The battles of the Lord:
Finish'd my course, and kept the faith,
And wait the sure reward.

2 God hath laid up in heaven for me
A crown which cannot fade;
The righteous Judge at that great day
Shall place it an my head.

3 Nor hath the King of grace decreed
This prize for me alone:
But all that love, and long to see
The appearance of His Son.

4 Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe
From every ill design;
And to His heavenly kingdom keep
This feeble soul of mine.

5 God is my everlasting aid,
And hell shall rage in vain;
To Him be highest glory paid,
And endless praise—Amen.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

858 — Hopes of Heaven our Support.
858Hopes of Heaven our Support.C.M.
1 WHEN I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurl'd,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all!

4 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

859 — "The whole Family in Heaven and Earth."
859"The whole Family in Heaven and Earth."C.M.
1 COME, let us join our friends above
Who have obtain'd the prize,
And on the eagle wings of love
To joy celestial rise.

2 Let all the saints terrestrial sing
With those to glory gone;
For all the servants of our King,
In earth and heaven, are one.

3 One family we dwell in Him,
One church above, beneath,
Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream of death.

4 One army of the living God,
To His command we bow;
Part of His host have cross'd the flood,
And part are crossing now.

5 What numbers to their endless home
This solemn moment fly;
And we are to the margin come,
And we expect to die:

6 E'en now by faith we join our hands
With those that went before;
And greet the blood-besprinkled bands
On the eternal shore.

7 Oh that we now might grasp our Guide!
Oh that the word were given!
Come, Lord of hosts, the waves divide,
And land us all in heaven!
Charles Wesley, 1759.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

860 — The Christian's Journey.
860The Christian's Journey.6.6.8.6.4.7.
1 FROM Egypt lately come,
Where death and darkness reign,
We seek our new, our better home,
Where we our rest shall gain.
Hallelujah!
We are on our way to God.

2 To Canaan's sacred bound,
We haste with songs of joy;
Where peace and liberty are found,
And sweets that never cloy.
Hallelujah, &c.

3 Our toils and conflicts cease
On Canaan's happy shore;
We there shall dwell in endless peace,
And never hunger more.
Hallelujah, &c.

4 But hark! those distant sounds
That strike our listening ears;
They come from Canaan's happy bounds
Where God our King appears.
Hallelujah, &c.

5 There, in celestial strains,
Enraptured myriads sing:
There love in every bosom reigns,
For God Himself is King.
Hallelujah, &c.

6 We soon shall join the throng,
Their pleasures we shall share;
And sing the everlasting song,
With all the ransom'd there.
Hallelujah, &c.

7 How sweet the prospect is!
It cheers the pilgrim's breast;
We're journeying through the wilderness,
But soon shall gain our rest.
Hallelujah, &c.
Thomas Kelly, 1812.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

Heaven
861 — The Ascent to Heaven.
861The Ascent to Heaven.8.7.
1 SEE! the Captain of salvation,
Lead His armies up the sky;
Rise above the conflagration,
Leave the world to burn and die.

2 Lo! I see the fair immortals,
Enter to the blissful seats;
Glory opes her waiting portals.
And the Saviour's train admits.

3 All the chosen of the Father,
All for whom the Lamb was slain,
All the church appear together.
Wash'd from every sinful stain.

4 His dear smiles the place enlightens
More than thousand suns could do;
All around His presence brightens,
Changeless, yet for ever new.

5 Blessed state! beyond conception!
Who its vast delights can tell?
May it be my blissful portion,
With my Saviour there to dwell.
Richard Lee, 1794.
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862 — The Blissful Regions.
862The Blissful Regions.C.M.
1 FAR from these narrow scenes of night
Unbounded glories rise;
And realms of infinite delight,
Unknown to mortal eyes.

2 Fair distant land! could mortal eyes
But half its charms explore,
How would our spirits long to rise,
And dwell on earth no more.

3 No cloud those blissful regions know,
For ever bright and fair;
For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.

4 Prepare us, Lord, by grace, divine,
For Thy bright courts on high:
Then bid our spirits rise, and join
The chorus of the sky.
Anne Steele, 1760.
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863 — Jerusalem the Golden.
863Jerusalem the Golden.7.6.
1 JERUSALEM the golden,
With milk and honey blest,
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice oppress'd:
I know not, oh I know not
What joys await us there:
What radiancy of glory,
What bliss beyond compare!

2 They stand, those halls of Sion,
Conjubilant 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 deck'd in glorious sheen.

3 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 conquer'd in the fight,
For ever and for ever
Are clad in robes of white!
John Mason Neale, 1851.
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864 — O Heavenly Jerusalem.
864O Heavenly Jerusalem.7.6.
1 O HEAVENLY Jerusalem,
Of everlasting halls,
Thrice blessed are the people
Thou storest in thy walls.

2 Thou art the golden mansion,
Where saints for ever sing;
The seat of God's own chosen,
The palace of the King.

3 There God forever sitteth,
Himself of all the crown;
The Lamb the light that shineth.
And never goeth down.

4 Nought to this seat approacheth
Their sweet peace to molest;
They sing their God for ever,
Nor day nor night they rest.

5 Calm hope from thence is leaning,
To her our longings bend!
No short-lived toil shall daunt us
For joys that cannot end.

6 To Christ the Sun that lightens
His church above, below;
To Father and to Spirit
All things created bow.
Isaac Williams. 1739.
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865 — Jerusalem on high.
865Jerusalem on high.148th.
1 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,
And see Thy face?

2 There dwells my Lord, my King,
Judged here unfit to live;
There angels to Him sing,
And lowly homage give.
Oh happy place! &c.

3 The patriarchs of old,
There from their travels cease;
The prophets there behold,
Their long'd-for Prince of Peace.
Oh happy place! &c.

4 The Lamb's apostles there
I might with joy behold,
The harpers I might hear
Harping on harps of gold.
Oh happy place! &c.

5 The bleeding martyrs, they
Within those courts are found,
Clothed in pure array,
Their scars with glory crown'd.
Oh happy place! &c.

6 Ah me! ah me that I
In Kedar's tents here stay!
No place like this on high!
Thither, Lord! guide my way.
Oh happy place! &c.
Samuel Crossman, 1664
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866 — The Heavenly Jerusalem.
866The Heavenly Jerusalem.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 Oh when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And sabbaths have no end?

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

5 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.

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

7 Jerusalem, my happy home!
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labours have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.
Eckington Collection, 1790?
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867 — Jerusalem.
867Jerusalem.C.M.
1 JERUSALEM, my happy home,
When shall I come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have an end,
Thy joys when shall I see?

2 O happy harbour of the saints!
O sweet and pleasant soil!
In thee no sorrows may be found,
No grief, no care, no toll.

3 Thy walls are made of precious stones,
Thy bulwarks diamond square;
Thy gates are of right orient pearl,
Exceeding rich and rare.

4 Thy turrets and thy pinnacles
With carbuncles do shine;
Thy very streets are paved with gold,
Surpassing clear and fine.

5 O my sweet home, Jerusalem,
Would God I were in thee!
Would God my woes were at an end,
Thy joys that I might see!
Francis Baker, 1616?
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868 — The Paradise Eternal.
868The Paradise Eternal.7.6.
1 O PARADISE eternal!
What bliss to enter thee,
And once within thy portals,
Secure for ever be!

2 In thee no sin nor sorrow,
No pain nor death is known;
But pure glad life, enduring
As heaven's benignant throne.

3 There all around shall love us,
And we return their love;
One band of happy spirits,
One family above.

4 There God shall be our portion,
And we His jewels be;
And gracing His bright mansions,
His smile reflect and see.

5 So songs shall rise for ever,
While all creation fair,
Still more and more revealed,
Shall wake fresh praises there.

6 O Paradise eternal,
What joys in thee are known!
O God of mercy, guide us,
Till all be felt our own!
Thomas Davis, 1864.
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869 — Oh for the Robes of Brightness!
869Oh for the Robes of Brightness!7.6.
1 OH for the robes of whiteness!
Oh, for the tearless eyes!
Oh, for the glorious brightness
Of the unclouded skies!

2 Oh, for the no more weeping,
within that land of love,
The endless joy of keeping
The bridal feast above!

3 Oh, for the bliss of flying,
My risen Lord to meet!
Oh, for the rest of lying
For ever at His feet!

4 Oh, for the hour of seeing
My Saviour face to face!
The hope of ever being
In that sweet meeting-place!

5 Jesus! Thou King of Glory,
I soon shall dwell with Thee;
I soon shall sing the story
Of Thy great love to me.

6 Meanwhile, my thoughts shall enter
E'en now before Thy throne,
That all my love may centre
In Thee, and Thee alone.
Charitie Lees Smith, 1861.
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870 — Spiritual and eternal Joys.
870Spiritual and eternal Joys.C.M.
1 FROM Thee, my God, my joys shall rise
And run eternal rounds,
Beyond the limits of the skies,
And all created bounds.

2 The holy triumphs of my soul
Shall death itself outbrave;
Leave dull mortality behind,
And fly beyond the grave.

3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns,
In heaven's unmeasured space,
I'll spend a long eternity
In pleasure and in praise.

4 Millions of years my wondering eyes,
Shall o'er Thy beauties rove;
And endless ages I'll adore.
The glories of Thy love.

5 Sweet Jesus, every smile of Thine
Shall fresh endearments bring;
And thousand tastes of new delight
From all Thy graces spring.

6 Haste, my Beloved, fetch my soul
Up to Thy bless'd abode:
Fly, for my spirit longs to see
My Saviour and my God.
Isaac Watts, 1708.
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871 — The Contrast.
871The Contrast.S.M.
1 THE people of the Lord
Are on their way to heaven;
They there obtain their great reward,
The prize will there be given.

2 'Tis conflict here below;
'Tis triumph there, and peace:
On earth we wrestle with the foe,
In heaven our conflicts cease.

3 'Tis gloom and darkness here;
'Tis light and joy above:
There all is pure and all is clear;
There all is peace and love.

4 There rest shall follow toll,
And ease succeed to care;
The victors there divide the spoil;
They sing and triumph there.

5 Then let us joyful sing;
The conflict is not long:
We hope in heaven to praise our King
In one eternal song.
Thomas Kelly, 1820.
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872 — The everlasting Song.
872The everlasting Song.C.M.
1 EARTH has engross'd my love too long,
'Tis time I lift mine eyes
Upward, dear Father, to Thy throne,
And to my native skies.

2 There the blest man, my Saviour, sits:
The God! how bright He shines!
And scatters infinite delights
On all the happy minds.

3 Seraphs with elevated strains
Circle the throne around;
And move and charm the starry plains
With an immortal sound.

4 Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs:—
Jesus, my Love, they sing!
Jesus, the life of both our joys.
Sounds sweet from every string.

5 Hark, how beyond the narrow bound
Of time and space they run;
And echo in majestic sounds
The Godhead of the Son.

6 And now they sink the lofty tune,
And gentler notes they play;
And bring the Father's Equal down,
To dwell in humble clay.

7 But when to Calvary they turn,
Silent their harps abide;
Suspended songs a moment mourn
The God that loved and died.

8 Then, all at once, to living strains,
They summon every chord,
Tell how He triumph'd o'er His pains,
And chant the rising Lord.

9 Now let me mount and join their song,
And be an angel too;
My heart, my ear, my hand, my tongue—
Here's joyful work for you.

10 I would begin the music here,
And so my soul should rise:
Oh for some heavenly notes to bear
My passions to the skies!

11 There ye that love my Saviour sit,
There I would fain have place,
Among your thrones or at your feet,
So I might see His face.
Isaac Watts, 1706.
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873 — The white-robed Band
873The white-robed BandL.M.
1 O HAPPY saints, who dwell in light,
And walk with Jesus, clothed in white
Safe landed on that peaceful shore,
Where pilgrims meet to part no more.

2 Released from sin, and toll and grief,
Death was their gate to endless life;
An open'd cage to let them fly,
And build their happy nest on high.

3 And now they range the heavenly plains,
And sing their hymns in melting strains;
And now their souls begin to prove
The heights and depths of Jesus' love.

4 He cheers them with eternal smile,
They sing hosannas all the while;
Or, overwhelm'd with rapture sweet,
Sink down adoring at His feet.

5 Ah! Lord, with tardy steps I creep,
And sometimes sing, and sometimes weep;
Yet strip me of this house of clay,
And I will sing as loud as they.
John Berridge, 1785.
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874 — On Jordan's Brink.
874On Jordan's Brink.C.M.
1 ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

2 Oh, the transporting, rapturous scene
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields array'd in living green,
And rivers of delight!

3 There generous fruits that never fail,
On trees immortal grow;
There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales,
With milk and honey flow.

4 All o'er those wide extended plains,
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Sun for ever reigns,
And scatters night away.

5 No chilling winds, or poisonous breath,
Can reach that healthful shore:
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and fear'd no more.

6 When shall I reach that happy place,
And be for ever blest?
When shall I see my Father's face,
And in His bosom rest?

7 Fill'd with delight, my raptured soul
Can here no longer stay:
Though Jordan's waves around me roll,
Fearless I'd launch away.
Samuel Stennett, 1787.
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875 — Sweet Fields.
875Sweet Fields.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 dress'd in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd 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 Oh! could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts 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!
Isaac Watts, 1709.
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876 — The Goodly Land.
876The Goodly Land.C.M.
1 OUR journey is a thorny maze,
But we march upward still;
Forget the troubles of the way,
And reach at Zion's hill.

2 See the kind angels at the gates,
Inviting us to come!
There Jesus the Forerunner waits,
To welcome travellers home!

3 There, on a green and flowery mount,
Our weary souls shall sit,
And with transporting joys recount
The labours of our feet.

4 No vain discourse shall fill our tongue,
Nor trifles vex our ear:
Infinite grace shall fill our song,
And God rejoice to hear.

5 Eternal glories to the King
That brought us safely through,
Our tongues shall never cease to sing,
And endless praise renew.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
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877 — The Redeemed in Heaven.
877The Redeemed in Heaven.7s.
1 WHO are these array'd in white,
Brighter than the noonday sun,
Foremost of the sons of light,
Nearest the eternal throne?

3 These are they who bore the cross,
Faithful to their Master died,
suffer'd in His righteous cause,
Followers of the Crucified.

3 Out of great distress they came,
And their robes by faith below,
In the blood of Christ the Lamb,
They have wash'd as white as snow.

4 More than conquerors at last,
Here they find their trials o'er:
They have all their sufferings pass'd,
Hunger now and thirst no more.

5 He that on the throne doth reign
Them for evermore shall feed,
With the tree of life sustain,
To the living fountain lead.

6 He shall all their griefs remove,
He shall all their wants supply;
God Himself, the God of lore,
Tears shall wipe from every eye.
Charles Wesley, 1745.
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878 — Jesus adored in Heaven.
878Jesus adored in Heaven.7s.
1 PALMS of glory, raiment bright,
Crowns that never fade away,
Gird and deck the saints in light,
Priests, and kings, and conquerors they.

2 Yet the conquerors bring their palms
To the Lamb amidst the throne,
And proclaim in joyful psalms
Victory through His cross alone.

3 Rings for harps their crowns resign,
Crying, as they strike the chords,
"Take the kingdom, it is Thine,
King of kings, and Lord of lords!"

4 Round the altar priests confess,
If their robes are white as snow,
'Twas the Saviour's righteousness,
And His blood that made them so.

5 Who were these? on earth they dwelt;
Sinners once of Adam's race;
Guilt, and fear, and Buffering felt;
But were saved by sovereign grace.

6 They were mortal, too, like us:
Ah! when we, like them, must die,
May our souls, translated thus,
Triumph, reign, and shine on high!
James Montgomery, 1829.
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879 — The Realms of the Blest.
879The Realms of the Blest.8s.
1 WE speak of the realms of the blest,
That country so bright and so fair,
And oft are its glories confess'd;
But what must it be to be there!

2 We speak of its pathways of gold,
Its walls deck'd with jewels so rare,
Its wonders and pleasures untold,
But what must it be to be there!

3 We speak of its freedom from sin,
From sorrow, temptation, and care,
From trials without and within;
But what must it be to be there!

4 We speak of its service of love,
The robes which the glorified wear,
The church of the first-born above;
But what must it be to be there!

5 Do thou, Lord, midst gladness or woe,
For heaven our spirits prepare,
And shortly we also shall know,
And feel what it is to be there!
Elizabeth Mills, 1829, a
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880 — Heaven anticipated.
880Heaven anticipated.C.M.
1 TOO long, alas, I vainly sought
For happiness below,
But earthly comforts, dearly bought,
No solid good bestow.

2 At length, through Jesu's grace, I found
The good and promised land
Where milk and honey much abound,
And grapes in clusters stand.

3 My soul has tasted of the grapes,
And now it longs to go
Where my dear Lord His vineyard keeps,
And all the clusters grow.

4 Upon the true and living vine
My famish'd soul would feast,
And banquet on the fruit divine,
An everlasting guest.
John Berridge, 1785;
From John Cennick, 1744.
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State of the Lost
881 — Gratitude for Escape.
881Gratitude for Escape.L.M.
1 LOOK down, my soul, on hell's domains,
That world of agony and pains!
What crowds are now associate there,
Of widely different character.

2 Oh were it not for grace divine,
This case so dreadful had been mine!
Hell gaped for me! but, Lord, Thy hand
Snatch'd from the fire the kindling brand.

3 And now, though wrath was my desert,
I hope to share a better part;
But heaven mast wonder sure to see
A sinner enter, vile as me.

4 Oh grace, rich grace, delightful theme!
All heaven shall echo with the same;
While angels greet a sinner thus—
"Art thou become like one of us?"
John Ryland, 1777.
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882 — The everlasting Absence of God intolerable.
882The everlasting Absence of God intolerable.C.M.
1 THAT awful day will surely come,
(Th' appointed hour makes haste,)
When I must stand before my Judge,
And pass the solemn test.

2 Thou lovely chief of all my joys,
Thou sovereign of my heart!
How could I bear to hear Thy voice
Pronounce the sound, "Depart"?

3 Oh wretched state of deep despair;
To see my God remove,
And fix my doleful station where
I must not taste His love!

4 Jesus, I throw my arms around,
And hang upon Thy breast;
Without a gracious smile from Thee
My spirit cannot rest.

5 Oh! tell me that my worthless name
Is graven on Thy hands;
Show me some promise in Thy book,
Where my salvation stands!

6 Give me one kind assuring word
To sink my fears again;
And cheerfully my soul shall wait
Her threescore years and ten.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
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883 — The Second Death.
883The Second Death.S.M.
1 OH where shall rest be found,
Rest for the weary soul?
'Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole.

2 Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years,
And all that life is love.

3 There is a death whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath;
Oh, what eternal horrors hang
Around "the second death"!

4 Lord God of truth and grace,
Teach us that death to shun;
Lest we be banish'd from Thy face,
And evermore undone.

5 Here would we end our quest;
Alone are found in Thee,
The life of perfect love—the rest
Of immortality.
James Montgomery, 1819
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The Church
884 — Glorious Things spoken of Zion.
884Glorious Things spoken of Zion.8.7.
1 GLORIOUS things of thee are spoke
Zion, city of our God!
He whose word cannot be broken,
Form'd thee for His own abode:
On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation's walls surrounded,
Thou mayst smile at all thy foes.

2 See! the stream of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove:
Who can faint while such a river
Ever flows their thirst t' assuage?
Grace which, like the Lord, the giver,
Never fails from age to age.

3 Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear!
For a glory and a covering,
Showing that the Lord is near:
Thus deriving from their banner
Light by night and shade by day,
Safe they feed upon the manna
Which He gives them when they pray

4 Blest inhabitants of Zion,
Wash'd in the Redeemer's blood,
Jesus, whom their souls rely on,
Makes them kings and priests to God.
'Tis His love His people raises
Over self to reign as kings;
And as priests, His solemn praises
Each for a thank-offering brings.

5 Saviour, if of Zion's city,
I through grace a member am,
Let the world deride or pity,
I will glory in Thy name:
Fading is the worldling's pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and show!
Solid joys and lasting treasure,
None but Zion's children know.
John Newton, 1779.
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885 — Sinai and Sion.
885Sinai and Sion.C.M.
1 NOT to the terrors of the Lord,
The tempest, fire, and smoke;
Not to the thunder of that word
Which God on Sinai spoke:

2 But we are come to Sion's hill,
The city of our God,
Where milder words declare His will,
And spread His love abroad.

3 Behold th' innumerable host
Of angels clothed in light!
Behold the spirits of the just
Whose faith is turn'd to sight!

4 Behold the bless'd assembly there,
Whose names are writ in heaven;
And God, the Judge of all, declares
Their vilest sins forgiven.

5 The saints on earth, and all the dead,
But one communion make;
All join in Christ, their living Head,
And of His grace partake.

6 In such society as this
My weary soul would rest:
The man that dwells where Jesus is,
Must be for ever bless'd.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
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886 — God's Faithfulness to His Church.
886God's Faithfulness to His Church.8.7.4.
1 ZION stands by hills surrounded,
Zion kept by power divine;
All her foes shall be confounded,
Though the world in arms combine:
Happy Zion,
What a favour'd lot is thine!

2 Every human tie may perish;
Friend to friend unfaithful prove;
Mothers cease their own to cherish;
Heaven and earth at last remove;
But no changes
Can attend Jehovah's love.

3 Zion's Friend in nothing alters,
Though all others may and do;
His is love that never falters,
Always to its object true.
Happy Zion!
Crown'd with mercies ever new.

4 If thy God should show displeasure,
'Tis to save, and not destroy;
If He punish, tis in measure;
'Tis to rid thee of alloy.
Be thou patient;
Soon thy grief shall turn to joy.

5 In the furnace God may prove thee,
Thence to bring thee forth more bright
But can never cease to love thee:
Thou art precious in His sight:
God is with thee,
God thine everlasting light.
Thomas Kelly, 1806.
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887
8877.6.
1 O Jesus Christ, most holy!
Head of the church, Thy bride!
Each day in us more fully
Thy name be magnified.

2 Oh may in each believer
Thy love its power display,
And none among us ever
From Thee, our Shepherd, stray.
Count Zinzendorf;
tr. by C. G. Clemens, 1789.
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Christian Fellowship
888 — The Communion of Saints.
888The Communion of Saints.7s.
1 PARTNERS of a glorious hope,
Lift your hearts and voices up;
Jointly let us rise and sing
Christ our Prophet, Priest, and Ring.
Monuments of Jesu's grace,
Speak we by our lives His praise,
Walk in Him we have received;
Show we not in vain believed.

2 While we walk with God in light,
God our hearts doth still unite;
Dearest fellowship we prove,
Fellowship in Jesu's love:
Sweetly each, with each combined,
In the bonds of duty join'd,
Feels the cleansing blood applied,
Daily feels that Christ hath died.

3 Still, O Lord, our faith increase;
Cleanse from all unrighteousness:
Thee the unholy cannot see:
Make, oh make us meet for Thee!
Every vile affection kill;
Root out every seed of ill;
Utterly abolish sin;
Write Thy law of love within.

4 Hence may all our actions flow;
Love the proof that Christ we know:
Mutual love the token be,
Lord, that we belong to Thee:
Love, Thine image, love impart!
Stamp it on our face and heart!
Only love to us be given;
Lord, we ask no other heaven.
Charles Wesley, 1740.
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889 — Fellow Citizens with the Saints.
889Fellow Citizens with the Saints.C.M.
1 HAPPY the souls to Jesus join'd
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.
Charles Wesley, 1745.
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890 — Saints on Earth and in Heaven.
890Saints on Earth and in Heaven.C.M.
1 IN one fraternal bond of love,
One fellowship of mind,
The saints below and saints above
Their bliss and glory find.

2 Here, in their house of pilgrimage,
Thy statutes are their song;
There, through one bright, eternal age,
Thy praises they prolong.

3 Lord, may our union form a part
Of that thrice happy whole,
Derive its pulse from Thee, the heart,
Its life from Thee, the soul.
James Montgomery, 1825.
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891 — Christians one Family.
891Christians one Family.7s.
1 LORD, we all look up to Thee,
As one flock, one family:
May all strife between us cease,
As we love Thee, Prince of Peace.

2 Make us of one heart and mind,
Gentle, meek, forgiving, kind,
Lowly both in thought and word,
Like Thyself, beloved Lord.

3 Let us for each other care;
Each the other's burden bear:
Each to each by love endear;
One in faith, and hope, and fear.

4 Free from all that hearts divide,
Let us thus in Thee abide;
All the depths of love express,
All the heights of holiness.
Charles Wesley, 1749;
Thomas Davis, 1864.
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892 — Love to the Brethren.
892Love to the Brethren.S.M.
1 BLEST be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love;
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.

2 Before our Father's throne
We pour our ardent prayers:
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,
Our comforts and our cares.

3 We share our mutual woes,
Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.

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

5 This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way;
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.

6 From sorrow, toil, and pain,
And sin we shall be free:
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.
John Fawcett, 1782.
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893 — Receiving Members.
893Receiving Members.C.M.
1 COME in, thou blessed of the Lord,
Stranger nor foe art thou;
We welcome thee with warm accord,
Our friend, our brother now.

2 The hand of fellowship, the heart
Of love, we offer thee:
Leaving the world, thou dost but part
From lies and vanity.

3 The cup of blessing which we bless,
The heavenly bread we break,
(Our Saviour's blood and righteousness)
Freely with us partake.

4 Come with us, we will do thee good,
As God to us hath done;
Stand but in Him, as those have stood,
Whose faith the victory won.

5 And when, by turns, we pass away,
As star by star grows dim,
May each, translated into day,
Be lost, and found in Him!
James Montgomery, 1836
—Our Own Hymn-Book

894 — Receiving Members.
894Receiving Members.8.7.4.
1 NOW we'll render to the Saviour,
Praise for all that He has wrought;
For the precious, full salvation,
Which has now to souls been brought.
Hallelujah!
Jesus shall have all the praise!

2 Heaven has rung with joy and transport,
While we here have been convened,
Over the returning sinner,
Number'd now with the redeem'd;
Hallelujah!
Jesus shall have all the praise!
Albert Midlane, 1865.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

895 — A Welcome to Christian Friends.
895A Welcome to Christian Friends.L.M.
1 KINDRED in Christ, for His dear sake,
A hearty welcome here receive:
May we together now partake,
The joys which only He can give

2 To you and us by grace 'tis given
To know the Saviour's precious name;
And shortly we shall meet in heaven,
Our hope, our way, our end the same.

3 May He by whose kind care we meet,
Send His good Spirit from above,
Make our communications sweet,
And cause our hearts to burn with love.

4 Forgotten be each worldly theme
When Christians see each other thus:
We only wish to speak of Him
Who lived, and died, and reigns for us.

5 We'll talk of all He did and said,
And suffer'd for us here below;
The path He mark'd for us to tread,
And what He's doing for us now.

6 Thus, as the moments pass away,
We'll love, and wonder, and adore;
And hasten on the glorious day,
When we shall meet to part no more.
John Newton, 1779.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

896 — Meeting and Parting.
896Meeting and Parting.7s.
1 AS the sun's enlivening eye
Shines on every place the same;
So the Lord is always nigh
To the souls that love His name.

2 When they move at duty's call,
He is with them by the way:
He is ever with them all,
Those who go, and those who stay.

3 From His holy mercy-seat
Nothing can their souls confine,
Still in spirit they may meet,
Still in sweet communion join.

4 For a season call'd to part,
Let us then ourselves commend
To the gracious eye and heart
Of our ever-present Friend.

5 Jesus, hear our humble prayer!
Tender Shepherd of Thy sheep!
Let Thy mercy and Thy care
All our souls in safety keep.

6 In Thy strength may we be strong!
Sweeten every cross and pain:
Give us, if we live, ere long
Here to meet in peace again.
John Newton, 1779.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

Pastors
897 — Choosing a Minister.
897Choosing a Minister.8.7.
1 LORD, Thy church, without a pastor,
Cries to Thee in her distress;
Hear us, gracious Lord and Master,
And with heavenly guidance bless.

2 Walking midst Thy lamps all golden,
Thou preservest still the light;
Stars in Thy right hand are holden,
Stars to cheer Thy church's night.

3 Find us, Lord, the man appointed
Pastor of this flock to be,
One with holy oil anointed,
Meet for us, and dear to Thee.

4 Send a man, O King in Zion.
Made according to Thine heart,
Meek as lamb, and bold as lion,
Wise to act a shepherd's part.

5 Grant us now Thy heavenly leading,
Over every heart preside,
Now, in answer to our pleading,
All our consultations guide.
Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

898 — Watching for Souls.
898Watching for Souls.C.M.
1 LET Zion's watchmen all awake,
And take the alarm they give!
Now let them from the mouth of God,
Their awful charge receive.

2 'Tis not a cause of small import
The pastor's care demands;
But what might fill an angel's heart,
And fill'd a Saviour's hands.

3 They watch for souls for which the Lord
Did heavenly bliss forego;
For souls which must for ever live
In raptures, or in woe.

4 All to the great tribunal haste,
The account to render there;
And shouldst Thou strictly mark our faults,
Lord, how should we appear?

5 May they that Jesus, whom they preach,
Their own Redeemer see;
And watch Thou daily o'er their souls,
That they may watch for Thee.
Philip Doddridge, 1755.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

899 — Welcoming a new Minister.
899Welcoming a new Minister.L.M.
1 WE bid thee welcome in the name
Of Jesus, our exalted Head;
Come as a servant, so He came,
And we receive thee in His stead.

2 Come as a shepherd; guard and keep
This fold from hell, and earth, and sin:
Nourish the lambs, and feed the sheep,
The wounded heal, the lost bring in.

3 Come as a teacher sent from God,
Charged His whole counsel to declare:
Lift o'er our ranks the prophet's rod,
While we uphold thy hands with prayer

4 Come as a messenger of peace,
Fill'd with the Spirit, fired with love;
Live to behold our large increase,
And die to meet us all above.
James Montgomery, 1825.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

900 — Minister bold for his Lord.
900Minister bold for his Lord.L.M.
1 SHALL I, for fear of feeble man,
Thy Spirit's course in me restrain?
Or undismay'd in deed and word,
Be a true witness for my Lord?

2 Awed by a mortal's frown, shall I
Conceal the Word of God Most High?
How then before Thee shall I dare
To stand, or how Thy anger bear?

3 Shall I, to soothe th' unholy throng,
Soften Thy truths and smooth my tongue?
To gain earth's gilded toys, or flee
The cross endured, my God, by Thee?

4 The love of Christ doth me constrain
To seek the wandering souls of men;
With cries, entreaties, tears, to save,
To snatch them from the fiery wave.

5 My life, my blood, I here present,
If for Thy truth they may be spent:
Fulfil Thy sovereign counsel, Lord!
Thy will be done, Thy name adored!

6 Give me Thy strength, O God of power!
Then let winds blow, or thunders roar,
Thy faithful witness will I be:
'Tis fix'd! I can do all through Thee!
John Joseph Winkler, 1714;
tr. by John Wesley, 1739.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

901 — Prayer for a Minister.
901Prayer for a Minister.L.M.
1 WITH heavenly power, O Lord, defend
Him whom we now to Thee commend:
His person bless, his soul secure,
And make him to the end endure.

2 Gird him with all-sufficient grace;
Direct his feet in paths of peace;
Thy truth and faithfulness fulfil,
And help him to obey Thy will.

3 Before him Thy protection send;
Oh love him, save him to the end:
Nor let him as Thy pilgrim rove,
Without the convoy of Thy love.

4 Enlarge, inflame, and fill his heart;
In him Thy mighty power exert;
That thousands yet unborn may praise
The wonders of redeeming grace.
Rowland Hill's Coll., 1774, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

902 — Prayer for Ministers.
902Prayer for Ministers.L.M.
1 FATHER of mercies, bow Thine ear,
Attentive to our earnest prayer;
We plead for those who plead for Thee;
Successful pleaders may they be!

2 Clothe Thou with energy divine
Their words, and let those words be Thine;
To them Thy sacred truth reveal,
Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal.

3 Teach them aright to sow the seed:
Teach them Thy chosen flock to feed;
Teach them immortal souls to gain,
Nor let them labour. Lord. in vain.

4 Let thronging multitudes around
Hear from their lips the joyful sound,
In humble strains Thy grace adore,
And feel Thy new-creating power.

5 Let sinners break their massy chains,
Distressed souls forget their pains;
Let light through distant realms be spread,
Till Zion rears her drooping head.
Benjamin Beddome, 1818.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

903 — Dangerous Illness of a Minister.
903Dangerous Illness of a Minister.L.M.
1 O THOU, before whose gracious throne
We bow our suppliant spirits down,
Avert Thy swift descending stroke,
Nor smite the shepherd of the flock.

2 Restore him, sinking to the grave;
Stretch out Thine arm, make haste to save:
Back to our hopes and wishes give,
And bid our friend and father live.

3 Bound to each soul by tenderest ties,
In every breast his image lies;
Thy pitying aid, O God impart,
Nor rend him from each bleeding heart.

4 Yet if our supplications fall,
And prayers and tears can nought prevail,
Be Thou his strength, be Thou his stay,
Support him through the gloomy way.

5 Around him may Thy angels wait,
Deck'd with their robes of heavenly state,
To teach his happy soul to rise,
And waft him to his native skies.
George Keith, 1787.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

904 — Beacons or Elders.
904Beacons or Elders.8.7.
1 RISEN Lord, Thou hast received
Gifts to bless the sons of men,
That with souls who have believed,
God might dwell on earth again.

2 Now these gifts be pleased to send us,
Elders, deacons, still supply,
Men whom Thou art pleased to lend us,
All the saints to edify.

3 Guide us while we here select them,
Let the Holy Ghost be nigh,
Do Thou, Lord, Thyself elect them,
And ordain them from on high.
[Pause while the election is made.]

4 Lord, Thy church Invokes Thy blessing
On her chosen (elders', deacons') head,
Here we stand, our need confessing,
Waiting till Thy grace be shed.

5 Pour on them Thy rich anointing,
Fill Thy servants with Thy power,
Prove them of Thine own appointing,
Bless them from this very hour.
Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

The Lord's Day
905 — Seeking a Blessing on the coming Sabbath.
905Seeking a Blessing on the coming Sabbath.7s., 6 lines.
1 SAFELY through another week
God has brought us on our way;
Let us now a blessing seek,
On the approaching Sabbath-day;
Day of all the week the best,
Emblem of eternal rest.

2 Mercies multiplied each hour
Through the week our praise demand;
Guarded by almighty power,
Fed and guided by His hand:
Though ungrateful we have been,
Only made returns of sin.

3 While we pray for pardoning grace,
Through the dear Redeemer's name,
Show Thy reconciled face,
Shine away our sin and shame:
From our worldly care set free,
May we rest this night with Thee!

4 When the morn shall bid us rise,
May we feel Thy presence near;
May Thy glory meet our eyes
When we in Thy house appear!
There afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.

5 May the gospel's joyful sound
Conquer sinners, comfort saints,
Make the fruits of grace abound,
Bring relief for all complaints:
Thus may all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we join the church above.
John Newton, 1779.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

906 — Another Sabbath is begun.
906Another Sabbath is begun.L.M.
1 ANOTHER six days' work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun;
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest;
Improve the day thy God has blest.

2 Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns
So sweet a rest to wearied minds;
Provides an antepast of heaven,
And gives this day the food of seven.

3 Oh that our thoughts and thanks may rise,
As grateful incense to the skies;
And draw from heaven that sweet repose
Which none but ho that feels it knows.

4 This heavenly calm within the breast,
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains;
The end of cares, the end of pains.

5 In holy duties let the day,
In holy pleasures pass away;
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!
Joseph Stennett, 1732, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

907 — Welcome, sweet nay of Rest.
907Welcome, sweet nay of Rest.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 my dear God hath 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.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

908 — The Joyful Morn
908The Joyful Morn8.8.6.
1 THE festal morn, my God, has come,
That calls me to Thy honour'd dome,
Thy presence to adore;
My feet the summons shall attend,
With willing steps Thy courts ascend,
And tread the hallow'd floor.

2 Hither from Judah's utmost end,
The heaven-protected tribes ascend,
Their offerings hither bring:
Here, eager to attest their joy,
In hymns of praise their tongues employ.
And hail th' immortal King.

3 Be peace by each implored on thee,
O Sion, while with bended knee,
To Jacob's God we pray;
How blest, who calls himself Thy friend!
Success his labour shall attend,
And safety guard his way.

4 Seat of my friends and brethren, hail!
How can my tongue, O Sion, fall,
To bless thy loved abode?
How cease the zeal that in me glows,
Thy good to seek, whose walls enclose
The mansions of my God!
James Merrick, 1765, a
—Our Own Hymn-Book

909 — Hosannah.
909Hosannah.C.M.
1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made,
He calls the hours His own;
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.

2 To-day He rose and left the dead;
And Satan's empire fell;
To-day the saints His triumphs spread,
And all His wonders tell.

3 Hosannah to th' anointed King,
To David's holy Son!
Help us, O Lord! descend and bring
Salvation from Thy throne.

4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men,
With messages of grace;
Who comes in God His Father's name,
To save our sinful race.

5 Hosannah in the highest strains
The church on earth can raise;
The highest heavens, in which He reigns,
Shall give Him nobler praise.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

910 — Sweet Day, so calm, so bright.
910Sweet Day, so calm, so bright.S.M.
1 SWEET is the task, O Lord,
Thy glorious acts to sing,
To praise Thy name, and hear Thy word,
And grateful offerings bring.

2 Sweet at the dawning hour,
Thy boundless love to tell,
And when the night-wind shuts the flower,
Still on the theme to dwell.

3 Sweet, on this day of rest,
To join in heart and voice
With those who love and serve Thee best,
And in Thy name rejoice.

4 To songs of praise and joy
Be every Sabbath given,
That such may be our blest employ
Eternally in heaven.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1841.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

911 — Jesus rose on the first Day of the Week.
911Jesus rose on the first Day of the Week.C.M.
1 BLESS'D morning, whose young dawning rays
Beheld our rising God;
That saw Him triumph o'er the dust,
And leave His dark abode!

2 In the cold prison of a tomb
The dead Redeemer lay,
Till the revolving skies had brought
The third, th' appointed day.

3 Hell and the grave unite their force
To hold our God in vain;
The sleeping Conqueror arose,
And burst their feeble chain.

4 To Thy great name, almighty Lord,
These sacred hours we pay;
And loud hosannas shall proclaim
The triumph of the day.

5 Salvation and immortal praise
To our victorious King;
Let heaven and earth, and rocks, and seas,
With glad hosannas ring.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

912 — The Eternal Sabbath anticipated.
912The Eternal Sabbath anticipated.L.M.
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 the desert, 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 groans to 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.
Philip Doddridge, 1755.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

913 — Wake up, my Heart.
913Wake up, my Heart.148th.
1 AWAKE, our drowsy souls,
Shake off each slothful band
The wonders of this day
Our noblest songs demand
Auspicious morn! thy blissful rays
Bright seraphs hail in songs of praise.

2 At thy approaching dawn,
Reluctant death resign'd
The glorious Prince of life,
In dark domains confined:
The angelic host around Him bends,
And 'midst their shouts the God ascends.

3 All hail, triumphant Lord!
Heaven with hosannas rings;
While earth, in humbler strains,
Thy praise responsive sings;
"Worthy art Thou, who once wast slain,
Through endless years to live and reign."

4 Gird on, great God, Thy sword,
Ascend Thy conquering car,
While justice, truth, and love,
Maintain the glorious war:
Victorious, Thou Thy foes shalt tread,
And sin and hell in triumph lead.

5 Make bare Thy potent arm,
And wing the unerring dart,
With salutary pangs,
To each rebellious heart:
Then dying souls for life shall sue,
Numerous as drops of morning dew.
Elizabeth Scott, 1763.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

914 — Public Worship.
914Public Worship.8.7.4.
1 HAIL, ye days of solemn meeting!
Hail, ye days of praise and prayer
Far from earthly scenes retreating,
In your blessings we would share:
Sacred seasons,
In your blessings we would share.

2 Be Thou near us, blessed Saviour.
Still at morn and eve the same;
Give us faith that cannot waver,
Kindle in us heaven's own flame.
Blessed Saviour,
Kindle in us heaven's own flame.

3 When the fervent prayer is glowing,
Sacred Spirit, hear that prayer;
When the joyous song is flowing,
Let that song Thine impress bear:
Sacred Spirit,
Let that song Thine impress bear.

4 Angel-bands! these scenes frequenting,
Often may your praises wake;
Oft may joy o'er souls repenting,
From your harps melodious break:
Oft may anthems
From your harps melodious break.
American Hymn, 1810?
—Our Own Hymn-Book

915 — Divine Worship.
915Divine Worship.8.7.4.
1 IN Thy name, O Lord, assembling,
We Thy people, now draw near;
Teach us to rejoice with trembling,
Speak and let Thy servants hear;
Hear with meekness;
Hear Thy word with godly fear.

2 While our days on earth are lengthen'd,
May we give them, Lord, to Thee:
Cheer'd by hope, and daily strengthen'd,
May we run, nor weary be;
Till Thy glory,
Without clouds in heaven we see.

3 There in worship, purer, sweeter,
All Thy people shall adore;
Tasting of enjoyment greater
Than they could conceive before;
Full enjoyment;
Full, unmix'd, and evermore.
Thomas Kelly, 1815.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

916 — Going to Worship.
916Going to Worship.7s.
1 TO Thy temple I repair;
Lord, I love to worship there;
When, within the veil, I meet
Christ upon the mercy-seat.

2 Thou, through Him, art reconciled;
I, through Him, become Thy child;
Abba, Father! give me grace
In Thy courts to seek Thy face!

3 While Thy glorious praise is sung,
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue,
That my joyful soul may bless
Christ the Lord, my righteousness.

4 While the prayers of saints ascend,
God of love! to mine attend;
Hear me, for Thy Spirit pleads;
Hear, for Jesus intercedes!

5 While I hearken to Thy law,
Fill my soul with humble awe;
Till Thy gospel bring to me,
Life and immortality:

6 While Thy ministers proclaim
Peace and pardon in Thy name,
Through their voice, by faith, may I
Hear Thee speaking from on high.

7 From Thy house when I return,
May my heart within me burn;
And at evening let me say,
"I have walk'd with God to-day."
James Montgomery, 1821
—Our Own Hymn-Book

917 — Sweet Rest.
917Sweet Rest.C.M.
1 MY Lord, my love, was crucified,
He all the pains did bear;
But in the sweetness of His rest
He makes His servants share.

2 How sweetly rest Thy saints above
Which in Thy bosom lie!
The church below doth rest in hope
Of that felicity.

3 Welcome and dear unto my soul
Are these sweet feasts of love;
But what a Sabbath shall I keep
When I shall rest above!

4 I bless Thy wise and wondrous love,
Which binds us to be free;
Which makes us leave our earthly snares,
That we may come to Thee!

5 I come, I wait, I hear, I pray!
Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace!
I sing to think this is the way
Unto my Saviour's face!
John Mason, 1683.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

918 — Sabbath Evening Recollections.
918Sabbath Evening Recollections.S.M.
1 THE light of Sabbath eve
Is fading fast away;
What pleasing record will it leave
To crown the closing day?

2 Is it a Sabbath spent
Fruitless, and vain, and void?
Or have these precious moments lent
Been sacredly employed?

3 How dreadful and how drear,
In yon dark world of pain,
Will Sabbath seasons lost appear,
That cannot come again.

4 God of these Sabbath hours,
Oh may we never dare
To waste, in worldly thoughts of ours,
These sacred days of prayer!
James Edmeston, 1821.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

919 — Abide with us, for it is toward Evening.
919Abide with us, for it is toward Evening.7s.
1 HOLY Father! whom we praise
With imperfect accents here
Ancient of eternal days!
Lord of heaven and earth and air;
Stooping from amid the blaze
Of the flaming seraphim,
Hear and help us while we raise
This our Sabbath evening hymn.

2 We nave trod Thy temple, Lord;
We have join'd the public praise;
We have heard Thy holy "Word;
We have sought Thy heavenly grace:
All Thy goodness we record,
All our powers to Thee we bring;
Let Thy faithfulness afford
Now the shadow of Thy wing.

3 We have seen Thy dying love,
Jesus! once for sinners slain;
We would follow Thee above!
We like Thee would rise and reign.
Let revolving Sabbaths prove
Seasons of delight in Thee;
Let Thy presence, Holy Dove,
Fit us for eternity.
Thomas Binney, 1825.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

920 — The End of the Sabbath.
920The End of the Sabbath.7s.
1 ERE another Sabbath close,
Ere again we seek repose,
Lord, our song ascends to Thee,
At Thy feet we bow the knee.

2 For the mercies of the day,
For this rest upon our way,
Thanks to Thee alone be given,
Lord of earth, and King of heaven.

3 Cold our services have been,
Mingled every prayer with sin:
But Thou canst and wilt forgive;
By Thy grace alone we live.

4 Whilst this thorny path we tread,
May Thy love our footsteps lead;
When our journey here is past,
May we rest with Thee at last.

5 Let these earthly Sabbaths prove
Foretastes of our joys above;
While their steps Thy pilgrims bend
To the rest which knows no end.
B. W. Noel's Selection, 1833.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

Baptism
921 — Buried with Him in Baptism.
921Buried with Him in Baptism.7.6.
1 AROUND Thy grave, Lord Jesus,
Thine empty grave, we stand,
With hearts all full of praises,
To keep Thy bless'd command:
By faith our souls rejoicing,
To trace Thy path of love
Through death's dark angry billows,
Up to the throne above.

2 Lord Jesus, we remember
The travail of Thy soul,
When in Thy love's deep pity
The waves did o'er Thee roll:
Baptized in death's cold waters,
For us Thy blood was shed;
For us the Lord of Glory
Was number'd with the dead.

3 O Lord, Thou now art risen,
Thy travail all is o'er,
For sin Thou once hast suffered,
Thou livest to die no more;
Sin, death, and hell are vanquish'd
By Thee, Thy church's Head:
And lo! we share Thy triumphs,
Thou First-born from the dead.

4 Into Thy death baptized,
We own with Thee we died;
With Thee, our life, are risen,
And in Thee glorified;
From sin, the world, and Satan,
We're ransom'd by Thy blood,
And now would walk as strangers
Alive with Thee to God.
James George Deck, 1845.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

922 — The Place where Jesus lay.
922The Place where Jesus lay.L.M.
1 COME, happy souls, adore the Lamb,
Who loved our race ere time began,
Who veil'd His Godhead in our clay,
And in the humble manger lay.

2 To Jordan's stream the Spirit led,
To mark the path His saints should tread,
With joy they trace the sacred way,
To see the place where Jesus lay.

3 Baptized by John in Jordan's wave,
The Saviour left His watery grave;
Heaven own'd the deed, approved the way,
And bless'd the place where Jesus lay.

4 Come, all who love His precious name:
Come, tread His steps and learn of Him;
Happy beyond expression they
Who find the place where Jesus lay.
Thomas Baldwin, 1843.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

923 — Praise to Jesus buried and risen.
923Praise to Jesus buried and risen.C.M.
1 COME, ye who bow to sovereign grace,
Record Immanuel's love;
Join in a song of noble praise,
To Him who reigns above.

2 Once in the gloomy grave He lay,
But, by His rising power,
He bore the gates of death away:
Hail! mighty Conqueror.

3 Here we declare in emblem plain,
Our burial in His grave;
And since in Him we rose again,
We rise from out the wave.

4 No trust in water do we place,
'Tis but an outward sign;
The great reality is grace,
The fountain, blood divine.
James Upton, 1814:
Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

924 — Dead with Jesus.
924Dead with Jesus.C.M.
1 O LORD, whilst we confess the worth
Of this, the outward seal,
Teach us the truths herein get forth,
Our very own to feel.

2 Death to the world we here avow,
Death to each fleshly lust;
Newness of life our portion now,
A risen Lord our trust.

3 And we, O Lord, who now partake
Of Thine eternal life,
With every sin, for Thy dear sake,
Would be at constant strife.

4 Baptized Into the Father's name,
We'd walk as sons of God;
Baptized in Thine, with joy we claim,
The merits of Thy blood.

5 Baptized into the Holy Ghost,
We'd prove His mighty power;
And making Thee our only boast,
Obey Thee hour by hour.
Mary Bowly, 1845.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

925 — The Example of Jesus.
925The Example of Jesus.C.M.
1 BURIED beneath the yielding wave,
The dear Redeemer lies;
Faith views Him in the watery grave,
And thence beholds Him rise.

2 Thus it becomes His saints to-day,
Their ardent zeal to express;
And, in the Lord's appointed way.
Fulfil all righteousness.

3 With joy we in His footsteps tread,
And would His cause maintain,
Like Him be number'd with the dead,
And with Him rise and reign.

4 His presence oft revives our hearts,
And drives our fears away;
When He commands, and strength imparts,
We cheerfully obey.

5 Now we, dear Jesus, would to Thee
Our grateful voices raise;
Wash'd in the fountain of Thy blood,
Our lives shall all be praise.
Benjamin Beddome, 1818.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

926 — Practical Improvement of Baptism.
926Practical Improvement of Baptism.C.M.
1 HEARKEN, ye children of your God,
Ye heirs of glory, hear;
For accents so divine as these
Might charm the dullest ear.

2 Baptized into your Saviour's death,
Your souls to sin must die;
With Christ your Lord ye live anew,
With Christ ascend on high.

3 There by His Father's hand He sits,
Enthroned divinely fair;
Yet owns Himself your Brother still,
And your forerunner there.

4 Rise, from these earthly trifles, rise
On wings of faith and love;
With Christ your choicest treasure lies,
And be your hearts above.

5 But earth and sin will drag us down,
When we attempt to fly;
Lord, send Thy strong attractive force
To raise and fix us high.
Philip Doddridge, 1755.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

927 — The Believer constrained by the Love of Christ to follow Him.
927The Believer constrained by the Love of Christ to follow Him.C.M.
1 DEAR Lord. and will Thy pardoning love
Embrace a wretch so vile?
Wilt Thou my load of guilt remove,
And bless me with Thy smile?

2 Hast Thou for me the cross endured,
And all the shame despised?
And shall I be ashamed, O Lord,
With Thee to be baptized

3 Didst Thou the great example lead,
In Jordan's swelling flood?
And shall my pride disdain the deed
That's worthy of my God?

4 Dear Lord, the ardour of Thy love
Reproves my cold delays;
And now my willing footsteps move
In Thy delightful ways.
John Fellows, 1773, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

928 — "Hinder me not."
928"Hinder me not."C.M.
1 IN all my Lord's appointed ways,
My journey I'll pursue;
"Hinder me not," ye much-loved saints,
For I must go with you.

2 Through floods and flames, if Jesus lead,
I'll follow where He goes;
"Hinder me not," shall be my cry,
Though earth and hell oppose.

3 Through duty, and through trials too,
I'll go at His command;
"Hinder me not," for I am bound
To my Immanuel's land.

4 And when my Saviour calls me home,
Still this my cry shall be,
"Hinder me not," come, welcome death,
I'll gladly go with thee.
John Ryland, 1773, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

929 — "If ye love Me, keep My Commandments."
929"If ye love Me, keep My Commandments."8.7.
1 LORD, in humble, sweet submission,
Here we meet to follow Thee;
Trusting in Thy great salvation,
Which alone can make us free.

2 Nought have we to claim as merit;
All the duties we can do,
Can no crown of life inherit:
All the praise to Thee is due.

3 Yet we come in Christian duty,
Down beneath the wave to go;
Oh, the bliss! the heavenly beauty!
Christ, the Lord, was buried go.

4 Come, ye children of the kingdom,
Follow Him beneath the wave:
Rise and show His resurrection,
And proclaim His power to save.

5 Is there here a weeping Mary,
Waiting near the Saviour's tomb;
Heavy-laden, sick, and weary,
Crying, "Oh that I could come!"

6 Welcome, all ye friends of Jesus,
Welcome to His church below;
Venture wholly on the Saviour,
Come, and with His people go.
Robert T. Daniel, 1850.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

930 — Buried with Christ in Baptism.
930Buried with Christ in Baptism.8.7.
1 JESUS, mighty King in Sion!
Thou alone our guide shalt be;
Thy commission we rely on,
We would follow none but Thee.

2 As an emblem of Thy passion
And Thy victory o'er the grave,
We who know Thy great salvation,
Are baptized beneath the wave.

3 Fearless of the world's despising,
We the ancient path pursue;
Buried with our Lord, arising
To a life divinely new.
John Fellows, 1773, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

931 — Taking up the Cross.
931Taking up the Cross.8.7.4.
1 HAST Thou said, exalted Jesus,
Take thy cross and follow Me?
Shall the word with terror seize us,
Shall we from the burden flee?
Lord, I'll take it,
And rejoicing, follow Thee.

2 While this liquid tomb surveying,
Emblem of my Saviour's grave;
Shall I shun its brink, betraying
Feelings worthy of a slave?
No! I'll enter;
Jesus enter'd Jordan's wave.

3 Sweet the sign that thus reminds me,
Saviour, of Thy love to me;
Sweeter still the love that binds me
In its deathless bond to Thee.
Oh, what pleasure,
Buried with my Lord to be!

4 Should it rend some fond connection,
Should I suffer shame or loss,
Yet the fragrant, blest reflection,
I have been where Jesus was,
Will revive me
When I faint beneath the cross.

5 Fellowship with Him possessing,
Let me die to all around,
So I rise t' enjoy the blessing
Kept for those in Jesus found,
When th' archangel
Wakes the sleeper under ground.

6 Then baptized in love and glory,
Lamb of God, Thy praise I'll sing,
Loudly with the immortal story
All the harps of heaven shall ring.
Saints and seraphs,
Sound it loud from every string.
John Eustace Giles, 1837.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

932 — Following Jesus.
932Following Jesus.S.M.
1 SAVIOUR, Thy law we love,
Thy pure example bless,
And with a firm, unwavering zeal,
Would in Thy footsteps press

2 Not to the fiery pains
By which the martyrs bled;
Not to the scourge, the thorn, the cross,
Our favour'd feet are led.

3 But, at this peaceful tide,
Assembled in Thy fear,
The homage of obedient hearts,
We humbly offer here.
Lydia Huntley Sigourney, 1841.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

933 — A Doxology for Baptism.
933A Doxology for Baptism.S.M.
1 FATHER of all, to Thee
Let endless praises rise,
Who for such rebel worms as we
Salvation didst devise.

2 Incarnate Deity,
Let all the ransom'd race
Render in thanks their lives to Thee,
For Thy redeeming grace.

3 Spirit of holiness,
Oh let us all adore
Thy sacred energy, and bless
Thine heart-renewing power.

4 Baptized into Thy name,
Almighty One in Three,
Thy grace and goodness we'll proclaim,
Through all eternity.
Charles Wesley, 1747, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

934 — Death, Burial, and Resurrection.
934Death, Burial, and Resurrection.S.M.
1 HERE, O ye faithful, see,
Your Lord baptised in woe,
Immersed in seas of agony,
Which all His soul o'erflow.

2 Here we behold the grave
Which held our buried Head;
We claim a burial in the wave
Because with Jesus dead.

3 Here, too, we see Him rise,
And live no more to die;
And one with Him by sacred ties
We rise to live on high.
Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.
—Our Own Hymn-Book

935 — Burial with Christ.
935Burial with Christ.C.M.
1 SAVIOUR, we seek the watery tomb,
Illumed by love divine;
Far from the deep tremendous gloom
Of that which was once Thine.

2 Down to the hallow'd grave we go,
Obedient to Thy word;
'Tis thus the world around shall know
We're buried with the Lord.

3 'Tis thus we bid its pomps adieu,
And boldly venture in:
Oh may we rise to live anew,
And only die to sin!
Maria Grace Saffery, 1828.
—Our Own Hymn-Book