HYMNS. (continued 2)

1 Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man cannot die. Vain were the terrors that gathered around him, And short the dominion of death and the grave; He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound him, Resplendent in glory, to live and to save. Loud was the chorus of angels on high,— “The Saviour hath risen, and man shall not die.”

2 Glory to God, in full anthems of joy; The being he gave us death cannot destroy. Sad were the life we must part with to-morrow, If tears were our birthright, and death were our end; But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow, And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend. Lift, then, your voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die.

1 On earth was darkness spread, One boundless night; “Let there be light,” God said,— And there was light!

2 There hung a deeper gloom O’er quick and dead, But Jesus burst the tomb, And darkness fled.

3 God by His word arrayed Darkness with light; God by His Son displayed Day without night.

4 For thee, O man, arose Creation’s ray; For thee, too, brighter glows Salvation’s day.

5 The beams first poured on earth For mortals shone; The light of later birth Immortals own.

1 According to thy gracious word, In meek humility, This will I do, my dying Lord, I will remember thee.

2 Thy body, broken for my sake, My bread from heaven shall be; Thy testamental cup I take, And thus remember thee.

3 Gethsemane can I forget? Or there thy conflict see, Thine agony and bloody sweat, And not remember thee?

4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my sacrifice! I must remember thee;—

5 Remember thee, and all thy pains, And all thy love to me; Yea, while a breath, a pulse, remains, Will I remember thee.

1 O Thou, who in the garden’s shade Didst wake thy weary ones again, Who slumbered at that fearful hour, Forgetful of thy pain,—

2 Bend o’er us now, as over them, And set our sleep-bound spirits free, Nor leave us slumbering in the watch Our souls should keep with thee!

1 “It is finished!” Man of sorrows! From thy cross our frailty borrows Strength to bear and conquer thus.

2 While extended there we view thee, Mighty Sufferer! draw us to thee; Sufferer victorious!

3 Not in vain for us uplifted, Man of sorrows, wonder-gifted! May that sacred emblem be;

4 Lifted high amid the ages, Guide of heroes, saints, and sages, May it guide us still to thee!

5 Still to thee! whose love unbounded Sorrow’s depths for us has sounded, Perfected by conflicts sore.

6 Honored be thy cross forever; Star, that points our high endeavor Whither thou hast gone before!

1 It was no path of flowers, Which, through this world of ours, Beloved of the Father, thou didst tread; And shall we in dismay Shrink from the narrow way, When clouds and darkness are around it spread?

2 O thou, who art our life, Be with us through the strife; Thy holy head by earth’s fierce storms was bowed; Raise thou our eyes above, To see a Father’s love Beam, like a bow of promise, through the cloud.

3 And, O, if thoughts of gloom Should hover o’er the tomb, That light of love our guiding star shall be; Our spirits shall not dread The shadowy way to tread, Friend, Guardian, Saviour, which doth lead to thee.

1 Go to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel temptation’s power, Your Redeemer’s conflict see, Watch with him one bitter hour; Turn not from his griefs away, Learn of Jesus Christ to pray!

2 Follow to the judgment-hall, View the Lord of life arraigned; O the wormwood and the gall! O the griefs his soul sustained! Shun not suffering, shame, or loss; Learn of him to bear the cross!

3 Calvary’s mournful mountain climb; There, admiring at his feet, Mark that miracle of time, Love’s own sacrifice complete; “It is finished,” hear him cry; Learn of Jesus Christ to die!

1 When my love to Christ grows weak, When for deeper faith I seek, Then in thought I go to thee, Garden of Gethsemane!

2 There I walk amid the shades, While the lingering twilight fades, See that suffering, friendless One Weeping, praying there alone.

3 When my love for Christ grows weak, When for stronger faith I seek, Hill of Calvary! I go To thy scenes of fear and woe;—

4 There behold his agony, Suffered on the bitter tree; See his anguish, see his faith; Love triumphant still in death.

5 Then to life I turn again, Learning all the worth of pain, Learning all the might that lies In a full self-sacrifice.

1 In the cross of Christ we glory, Towering o’er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.

2 When the woes of life overtake us, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy; Never shall the cross forsake us, Lo! it glows with peace and joy!

3 When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon our way; From the cross the radiance streaming Adds more lustre to the day.

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the cross are sanctified; Peace is there that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide.

5 In the cross of Christ we glory, Towering o’er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.

1 If love, the noblest, purest, best, If truth, all other truth above, May claim return from every breast, O, surely Jesus claims our love!

2 There’s not a hope with comfort fraught, Triumphant over death and time, But Jesus mingles in that thought, Forerunner of our course sublime.

3 His image meets us in the hour Of joy, and brightens every smile; We see him, when the tempests lower, Each terror soothe, each grief beguile.

4 We see him in the daily round Of social duty, mild and meek; With him we tread the hallowed ground, Communion with our God to seek.

5 We see his pitying, gentle eye, When lonely want appeals for aid; We hear him in the frequent sigh, That mourns the waste that sin has made.

6 We meet him at the lowly tomb, And weep where Jesus wept before; And there, above the grave’s dark gloom, We see him rise,—and weep no more.

1 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word; But in thy life the law appears Drawn out in living characters.

2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father’s will, Such love, and meekness so divine, I would transcribe, and make them mine.

3 Cold mountains, and the midnight air, Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer; The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict, and thy victory too.

4 Be thou my pattern; may I bear More of thy gracious image here; And, by the paths which thou hast trod, Press on to holiness and God.

1 When arise the thoughts of sin, When the world our hearts would win, When, to selfish pleasure given, Droops the love that blooms for heaven; Lord, we would remember thee,— Thou wilt our Redeemer be.

2 When, with footsteps faint and slow, Duty’s upward path we go; When, by toils and hardship pressed, Round we turn to look for rest; Lord, we would remember thee, Thou our Guide and Strength wilt be.

3 When the way grows dark and drear, When, beset by doubt and fear, We can see no beam of light Struggling through the thickening night; Lord, we would remember thee, Thou our Comforter wilt be.

1 In vain we thus recall to mind The cross our Master bore, Unless a holier strength we find, And love his spirit more.

2 May we, like him, though thanked with ill; Insulted, and withstood, In hope and patience labor still To do our brethren good.

3 Like him may we, unmurmuring, go Our heaven-appointed way, And learn, ’midst gathering storms of woe, “God’s will be done!” to say.

1 O, What though our feet may not tread where Christ trod, Nor our ears hear the dashing of Galilee’s flood, Nor our eyes see the cross that he bowed him to bear, Nor our knees press Gethsemane’s garden of prayer!

2 Yet, Loved of the Father! thy spirit is near To the meek and the lowly and penitent here; And the voice of thy love is the same, even now, As at Bethany’s tomb, or on Olivet’s brow.

3 O, the Outward has gone, but in glory and power The Spirit surviveth the things of an hour; Unchanged, undecaying, its Pentecost flame On the heart’s secret altar is burning, the same.

1 “O, Not for these alone I pray,” The dying Saviour said; Though on his breast that moment lay The loved disciple’s head;

2 Though to his eye that moment sprung The kind, the pitying tear For those that eager round him hung, His words of love to hear.

3 No, not for them alone he prayed;— For all of mortal race, Whene’er their fervent prayer is made, Where’er their dwelling-place.

4 Sweet is the thought, when here we meet, His feast of love to share; And, ’mid the toils of life, how sweet The memory of his prayer!

1 Not in this simple rite alone May Calvary’s cross to us be shown; But may we turn, in many an hour, To feel its soul-constraining power.

2 When indolence would have its will, And selfish ease would keep us still, Then to the Saviour may we look, And meet his eye’s serene rebuke.

3 When men have done us cruel wrong, And angry thoughts are rising strong, May we with softened hearts turn there, And learn the Lord’s forgiving prayer.

4 When sin looks tempting in our eyes, May Jesus on the cross arise, And ask if we will him forsake, And wear the chains he died to break.

5 When pain, or sickness, or distress, Our fainting souls would overpress, To him on Calvary looking still, May we find strength to bear God’s will.

1 Bread of heaven, on thee we feed, For thy flesh is meat indeed; Ever let our souls be fed With this true and living bread.

2 Vine of heaven, thy blood supplies This blest cup of sacrifice; Lord, thy wounds our healing give; To thy cross we look and live.

3 Day by day with strength supplied, Through the life of him who died, Lord of life, O, let us be Rooted, grafted, built on thee!

1 When, blest Redeemer, thou art near, The soul enjoys a sacred peace: Thy presence calms our every fear, And gives from every doubt release.

2 Be with us now, in truth and love, In strength that conquers every sin; O, cleanse, and bless, and lift above, And may thy cross our hearts still win.

3 In suffering may we strength receive From memory of thy victory won; In doubt our drooping hopes revive;— Thus be thy presence with us shown!

4 Be ever near our spirits, Lord; And, drawn by sympathy, may we Still, through thy cross, thy life, thy word, In faith and love come near to thee!

1 Not in the name of pride Or selfishness we’re met; From worldly paths we turn aside, And worldly thoughts forget.

2 Jesus, we look to thee, Thy promised presence claim! Thou in the midst of us shalt be, Assembled in thy name.

3 Present we know thou art; But, O, thyself reveal! Now, Lord, let every bounding heart Thy peace and gladness feel!

4 O, may thy quickening voice The death of sin remove; And bid our inmost souls rejoice In hope of perfect love!

1 O Thou great Friend to all the sons of men, Who once appeared in humblest guise below, Sin to rebuke, to break the captive’s chain, And call thy brethren forth from want and woe;

2 We look to thee! thy truth is still the Light, Which guides the nations, groping on their way, Stumbling and falling in disastrous night, Yet hoping ever for the perfect day.

3 Yes! thou art still the Life; thou art the way The holiest know;—Light, Life, and Way of heaven! And they who dearest hope, and deepest pray, Toil by the light, life, way, which thou hast given.

1 A Holy air is breathing round, A fragrance from above; Be every soul from sense unbound, Be every spirit love.

2 O God, unite us heart to heart, In sympathy divine, That we be never drawn apart, And love not Thee nor Thine;

3 But, by the cross of Jesus taught, And all Thy gracious word, Be nearer to each other brought, And nearer to the Lord.

1 O, here, if ever, God of love! Let strife and hatred cease; And every thought harmonious move, And every heart be peace.

2 Not here, where met to think of him Whose latest thoughts were ours, Shall mortal passions come to dim The prayer devotion pours.

3 No, gracious Master, not in vain Thy life of love hath been; The peace thou gav’st may yet remain, Though thou no more art seen.

4 Thy kingdom come! we watch, we wait, To hear thy cheering call; When heaven shall ope its glorious gate, And God be all in all.

1 “Come who will,” the voice from heaven, Like a silver trumpet, calls; “Come who will,”—the church hath given Back the echo from its walls.

2 Come, to rivers ever flowing From the high, eternal throne; Come, where God, his gifts bestowing, In the church on earth is known.

3 Heavenly music! he who listens, Longing for his spirit’s home, While his eye with rapture glistens, Yearning says,—“I come, I come!”

1 Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather, When the sad heart is weary and distrest, Seeking for comfort from your Heavenly Father, Come unto me, and I will give you rest!

2 Ye who have mourned when the spring-flowers were taken, When the ripe fruit fell richly to the ground, When the loved slept, in brighter homes to waken, Where their pale brows with spirit-wreaths are crowned;

3 Large are the mansions in thy Father’s dwelling, Glad are the homes that sorrows never dim; Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling, Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymn;

4 There, like an Eden blossoming in gladness, Bloom the fair flowers the earth too rudely pressed; Come unto me, all ye who droop in sadness, Come unto me, and I will give you rest.

1 Come to Jesus, O my brothers, Come in this accepted hour; Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, love, and power; He is able, He is willing,—doubt no more.

2 Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream; All the fitness he requireth Is to feel your need of him; This he gives you,— ’Tis the spirit’s struggling beam.

3 Come, ye weary, heavy laden; Wait not,—’tis your Saviour’s call; If you tarry till you’re better, You will never come at all. Not the righteous, Sinners, Jesus came to call.

1 Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish; Come, at the shrine of God fervently kneel! Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, in God’s name saying, Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.

3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, living and pure; Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.

1 Through thee as we together came, In singleness of heart, And met, O Jesus! in thy name, So in thy name we part.

2 Nearer to thee our spirits lead, And still thy love bestow, Till thou hast made us free indeed, And spotless, here below.

3 When to the right or left we stray, Leave us not comfortless, But guide our feet into the way Of everlasting peace.

1 The peace which God bestows Through him who died and rose, The peace the Father giveth through the Son, Be known in every mind, The broken heart to bind, And bless each traveller as he journeys on.

2 Ye who have known to weep, Where your beloved sleep; Ye who have raised the deep, the bitter cry— God’s blessing be as balm, The fevered heart to calm, And wondrous peace the troubled mind supply.

3 Ere daily strifes begin The war without, within, The God of love, with spirit and with power, Now on each bended head His deepest blessing shed, And keep us all through every troubled hour.

1 Forth went the heralds of the cross, No dangers made them pause; They counted all the world but loss, For their great Master’s cause.

2 Through looks of fire, and words of scorn, Serene their path they trod; And to the dreary dungeon borne, Sang praises unto God.

3 Friends dropped the hand they clasped before, Love changed to cruel hate; And home to them was home no more; Yet mourned they not their fate.

4 In all his dark and dread array, Death rose upon their sight; But calmly still they kept their way, And shrank not from the fight.

5 They knew to whom their trust was given, They could not doubt His word; Before them beamed the light of heaven, The presence of their Lord.

6 O, may a faith as true be ours, And shed as pure a light Of peace across the darkest hours, And make the last one bright!

1 Thanks to God for those who came In the Saviour’s glorious name; Who upon the green earth trod But to teach the truth of God.

2 For the great Apostles, first, Who from life’s endearments burst, Going from the Cross, and then Leading to the Cross again:

3 For the next, who meekly poured Willing blood to serve the Lord; Fearless bore the racks of pain, Felon’s death, or captive’s chain;

4 And for all, from shore to shore, Who the blessed tidings bore; All who wrought for liberty When ’twas treason to be free.

5 Ye, who now, in better days, Live to spread your Maker’s praise, Shedding, each man’s home around, Light that consecrates the ground;

6 Teachers of the word of light, Go forth in your Master’s might! Speed your embassy where’er Life has grief, or death has fear!

1 For all Thy saints, O God, Who strove in Christ to live, Who followed him, obeyed, adored, Our grateful hymn receive.

2 For all Thy saints, O God, Accept our thankful cry, Who counted Christ their great reward, And yearned for him to die.

3 They all, in life and death, With him, their Lord, in view, Learned from Thy holy spirit’s breath To suffer and to do.

4 For this Thy name we bless, And humbly pray that we May follow them in holiness, And live and die in Thee.

1 God of the prophets’ power! God of the gospel’s sound! Move glorious on,—send out Thy voice To all the nations round.

2 With hearts and lips unfeigned, We bless Thee for Thy word; We praise Thee for the joyful news Of our ascended Lord.

3 O, may we treasure well The counsels that we hear, Till righteousness and solemn joy In all our hearts appear.

4 Water the sacred seed, And give it large increase; May neither fowls, nor rocks, nor thorns, Prevent the fruits of peace.

5 And though we sow in tears, Our souls at last shall come, And gather in our sheaves with joy, At heaven’s great harvest-home.

1 Mark the soft falling snow And the diffusive rain! To heaven, from whence it fell, It turns not back again; Till, watering earth Through every pore, It calls forth all Her secret store.

2 Arrayed in beauteous green, The hills and valleys shine, And man and beast are fed By providence divine: The harvest bows Its golden ears, The copious seed Of future years.

3 “So,” saith the God of grace, “My gospel shall descend, Almighty to effect The purpose I intend; Millions of souls Shall feel its power, And bear it down To millions more.”

1 Behold the sun, how bright From yonder east he springs, As if the soul of life and light Were breathing from his wings.

2 So bright the gospel broke Upon the souls of men; So fresh the dreaming world awoke In truth’s full radiance then.

3 Before yon sun arose, Stars clustered through the sky; But, O, how dim, how pale, were those, To his one burning eye!

4 So truth lent many a ray, To bless the Pagan’s night; But, Lord, how faint, how cold, were they, To Thy one glorious light!

1 “Thy kingdom come!” The heathen lands, In error sunk, Thy presence crave; And victims bound by tyrant hands Implore Thee, Father, come and save!

2 “Thy kingdom come!” Each troubled mind In doubt and darkness calls for Thee; For Thou hast eyes to give the blind, And strength to set the captive free.

3 Thy reign of peace and love begin! Too oft the Christian’s sacred name Is stained by wrath and shamed by sin; O, come, assert the gospel’s claim!

4 O, never in that righteous cause Our hearts be slow, our voices dumb; Upon the glorious theme we pause, And fervent pray, “Thy kingdom come!”

1 O God! the darkness roll away Which clouds the human soul, And let the bright, the perfect day, Speed onward to its goal.

2 Let every hateful passion die, Which makes of brethren foes; And war no longer raise its cry, To mar the world’s repose.

3 Let faith, and hope, and charity, Go forth through all the earth; And man, in heavenly bearing, be True to his heavenly birth.

4 Yea, let Thy glorious kingdom come Of holiness and love, And make this world a portal meet For Thy bright courts above.

1 Lord Jesus, come! for here Our path through wilds is laid; We watch, as for the dayspring near, Amid the breaking shade.

2 Lord Jesus, come! for hosts Meet on the battle-plain; Our holiest hopes seem vainest boasts, And tears are shed like rain.

3 Lord Jesus, come! the slave Still bears his heavy chains; Their daily bread the hungry crave, While teem the fruitful plains.

4 Hark! herald voices near Lead on thy happier day; Come, Lord, and our hosannas hear! We wait to strew thy way.

5 Come, as in days of old, With words of grace and power; Gather us all within thy fold, And let us stray no more!

1 Thou, whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard, And took their flight! Hear us, we humbly pray, And where the gospel day Sheds not its glorious ray, Let there be light!

2 Thou, who didst come to bring, On Thy redeeming wing, Healing and sight! Health to the sick in mind, Light to the inly blind, O, now to all mankind Let there be light!

3 Descend Thou from above, Spirit of truth and love, Speed on Thy flight! Move o’er the waters’ face, Spirit of hope and grace, And in earth’s darkest place Let there be light!

4 Blessed and glorious three, Thrice holy trinity, Wisdom, love, might! Boundless as ocean’s tide, Rolling in fullest pride, Through the world, far and wide, Let there be light!

1 Who shall behold the glorious day, When, throned on Zion’s brow, The Lord shall rend the veil away Which hides the nations now! When earth no more beneath the fear Of His rebuke shall lie; When pain shall cease, and every tear Be wiped from every eye.

2 Then shall the world no longer mourn Beneath oppression’s chain; The days of splendor shall return, And all be new again. The fount of life shall then be quaffed In peace by all who come, And every wind that blows shall waft Some long-lost exile home.

1 Jesus shall reign where’er the sun Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

2 For him shall endless prayer be made, And praises throng to crown his head; His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise With every morning sacrifice.

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

4 Blessings abound where’er he reigns; The prisoner leaps to loose his chains; The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest.

5 Let every creature rise and bring Peculiar honors to our King; Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the loud amen!

1 Pour, blessed gospel, glorious news for man! Thy stream of life o’er springless deserts roll: Thy bond of peace the mighty earth can span, And make one brotherhood from pole to pole.

2 On, piercing gospel, on! of every heart, In every latitude, thou own’st the key: From their dull slumbers savage souls shall start, With all their treasures first unlocked by thee!

3 Tread, kingly gospel, through the nations tread! With all the noblest virtues in thy train: Be all to thy blest freedom captive led; And Christ, the true emancipator, reign!

4 Spread, giant gospel, spread thy growing wings! Gather thy scattered ones from every land: Call home the wanderers to the King of kings: Proclaim them all thine own;—’tis His command!

1 Triumphant Zion! lift thy head From dust, and darkness, and the dead; Though humbled long, awake at length And gird thee with thy Saviour’s strength!

2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, And let thine excellence be known; Decked in the robes of righteousness, Thy glories shall the world confess.

3 No more shall foes unclean invade, And fill thy hallowed walls with dread; No more shall sin’s insulting host Their victory and thy sorrows boast.

4 Thy God on high has heard thy prayer, His hand thy ruin shall repair; Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease To guard thee in eternal peace.

1 Daughter of Zion! from the dust Exalt thy fallen head; Again in thy Redeemer trust, He calls thee from the dead.

2 Awake, awake! put on thy strength, Thy beautiful array; The day of freedom dawns at length, The Lord’s appointed day.

3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, And send thy heralds forth; Say to the south, “Give up thy charge, And keep not back, O north!”

4 They come, they come;—thine exiled bands, Where’er they rest or roam, Have heard thy voice in distant lands, And hasten to their home.

1 Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God! He whose word cannot be broken Formed thee for His own abode.

2 On the Rock of Ages founded, What can shake thy sure repose? With salvation’s walls surrounded, Thou may’st smile at all thy foes.

3 See! the streams of living waters, Springing from eternal love, Well supply thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove.

4 Who can faint while such a river Ever flows their thirst to assuage? Love, which, like the Lord, the giver, Never fails from age to age.

5 Round each habitation hovering, See the cloud and fire appear! For a glory and a covering, Showing that the Lord is near:

6 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.

1 O fairest-born of Love and Light, Yet bending brow and eye severe On all which pains the holy sight, Or wounds the pure and perfect ear,—

2 The generous feeling, pure and warm, Which owns the rights of all divine, The pitying heart, the helping arm, The prompt self-sacrifice, are thine!

3 Beneath thy broad, impartial eye, How fade the lines of caste and birth! How equal in their sufferings lie The groaning multitudes of earth!

4 Still to a stricken brother true, Whatever clime hath nurtured him; As stooped to heal the wounded Jew The worshipper of Gerizim.

5 In holy words which cannot die, In thoughts which angels leaned to know, Christ gave thy message from on high, Thy mission to a world of woe.

6 That voice’s echo hath not died; From the blue lake of Galilee, From Tabor’s lonely mountain-side, It calls a struggling world to thee.

1 All men are equal in their birth, Heirs of the earth and skies; All men are equal, when that earth Fails from their dying eyes.

2 God greets the throngs who pay their vows In courts their hands have made; And hears the worshipper who bows Beneath the plantain shade.

3 ’Tis man alone who difference sees, And speaks of high and low; And worships those, and tramples these, While the same path they go.

4 O, let man hasten to restore To all their rights of love! In power and wealth exult no more, In wisdom lowly move.

5 Ye great! renounce your earth-born pride; Ye low! your shame and fear; Live, as ye worship, side by side; Your brotherhood revere.

1 Was it in vain that Jesus prayed For those he came to save, When darkly o’er his path was laid The shadow of the grave?

2 Hath Jesus loved and prayed in vain? O doubting heart, be still! Yet holds the Lord his glorious reign, Despite of wrong and ill.

3 Though nations with their battle-cries Profane the Almighty’s name, Though bigots to the offended skies Their own wild wrath proclaim,—

4 Thousands, in every Christian land, Have never bowed the knee In worship to the idol-band Of strife and perfidy.

5 And these are one;—though some may bend Before the Virgin’s shrine, While others’ prayers and thanks ascend, Father! alone at Thine,—

6 Yet they are one; if through their hearts The soul of love be poured, As swells some strain of various parts, Yet all in sweet accord.

1 Hush the loud cannon’s roar, The frantic warrior’s call! Why should the earth be drenched with gore? Are we not brothers all?

2 Want, from the wretch depart! Chains, from the captive fall! Sweet mercy, melt the oppressor’s heart,— Sufferers are brothers all.

3 Churches and sects, strike down Each mean partition-wall! Let love each harsher feeling drown,— Christians are brothers all.

4 Let love and truth alone Hold human hearts in thrall, That heaven its work at length may own, And men be brothers all.

1 How long, O Lord, his brother’s blood Shall man in battle spill? How long that mandate be withstood, Which cries, “Thou shalt not kill?”

2 How long shall glory still be found In scenes of cruel strife, Where misery walks, a giant crowned, Crushing the flowers of life?

3 O, hush, great God! the sounds of war, And make Thy children feel That he, with Thee, is noblest far, Who toils for human weal;—

4 And though forgotten, he alone Can be a Christian true Who would his foes as brethren own, And still their good pursue.

1 Lord! thou didst arise and say To the troubled waters, Peace! And the tempest died away; Down they sank, the foaming seas, And a calm and heaving sleep Spread o’er all the glassy deep; All the azure lake serene Like another heaven was seen.

2 Lord! thy gracious word repeat To the billows of the proud! Quell the tyrant’s martial heat, Quell the fierce and changing crowd! Then the earth shall find repose From oppressions, and from woes; And an imaged heaven appear In the world of darkness here.

1 The Past is dark with sin and shame, The Future dim with doubt and fear; But, Father, yet we praise Thy name, Whose guardian love is always near.

2 For man has striven, ages long, With faltering steps to come to Thee, And in each purpose high and strong The influence of Thy grace could see.

3 He could not breathe an earnest prayer, But Thou wast kinder than he dreamed, As age by age brought hopes more fair, And nearer still Thy kingdom seemed.

4 But never rose within his breast A trust so calm and deep as now;— Shall not the weary find a rest? Father, Preserver, answer Thou!

5 ’Tis dark around, ’tis dark above, But through the shadow streams the sun; We cannot doubt Thy certain love; And Man’s true aim shall yet be won!

1 Hark! through the waking earth, Hark! through the echoing sky, Herald of freedom’s birth, There comes a glorious cry.

2 The triple chains that bind Fall from the weary limb, And from the down-crushed mind, As soundeth that high hymn.

3 Unto man’s waiting heart It saith,—“Arise, be strong! Bear thou an earnest part Against all forms of wrong.

4 “Wouldst live in earth as lives The glorious One above? He for thy model gives Himself, and he is Love.

5 “Love in each brother man The God who loveth him; Revere the stamp of heaven, However marred and dim.

6 “Bid fear give place to love; Bid doubt and passion cease; Be every word of hate Forever hushed in peace.”

7 Sound, sound through all the earth! Sound through the echoing sky! Proclaim the world’s new birth; Proclaim the Lord is nigh!

1 God made all his creatures free; Life itself is liberty; God ordained no other bands Than united hearts and hands.

2 Sin the primal charter broke,— Sin, itself earth’s heaviest yoke; Tyranny with sin began, Man o’er brute, and man o’er man.

3 But a better day shall be, Life again be liberty, And the wide world’s only bands Love-knit hearts and love-linked hands.

4 So shall every slavery cease, All God’s children dwell in peace, And the new-born earth record Love, and Love alone, is Lord.

1 Oppression shall not always reign; There comes a brighter day, When freedom, burst from every chain, Shall have triumphant way. Then right shall over might prevail, And truth, like hero armed in mail, The hosts of tyrant wrong assail, And hold eternal sway.

2 What voice shall bid the progress stay Of truth’s victorious car? What arm arrest the growing day, Or quench the solar star? What reckless soul, though stout and strong, Shall dare bring back the ancient wrong, Oppression’s guilty night prolong, And freedom’s morning bar?

1 O pure Reformers! not in vain Your trust in human kind; The good which bloodshed could not gain, Your peaceful zeal shall find.

2 The truths ye urge are borne abroad By every wind and tide; The voice of nature and of God Speaks out upon your side.

3 The weapons which your hands have found Are those which Heaven hath wrought, Light, Truth, and Love,—your battle-ground, The free, broad field of Thought.

4 O, may no selfish purpose break The beauty of your plan, Nor lie from throne or altar shake Your steady faith in man.

5 Press on! and if we may not share The glory of your fight, We’ll ask at least, in earnest prayer, God’s blessing on the Right.

1 Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken; O my people, faint and few, Comfortless, afflicted, broken, Fair abodes I build for you; [164] Scenes of heartfelt tribulation Shall no more perplex your ways; You shall name your walls salvation, And your gates shall all be praise.

2 There, in undisturbed possession, Peace and righteousness shall reign; Never shall you feel oppression, Never hear of war again; God shall rise, and, shining o’er you, Change to day the gloom of night; He, the Lord, shall be your glory, God your everlasting light.

1 Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed His tender, last farewell, A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed, With us to dwell.

2 He came, in tongues of living flame, To teach, convince, subdue; All powerful as the wind he came, As viewless too.

3 He came sweet influence to impart, A gracious, willing guest, While he can find one humble heart Wherein to rest.

4 And his that gentle voice we hear, Soft as the breath of even, That checks each fault, that calms each fear And speaks of heaven.

5 And every virtue we possess, And every victory won, And every thought of holiness, Are his alone.

6 Spirit of purity and grace, Our weakness pitying see; O, make our hearts Thy dwelling-place, And worthier Thee!

1 The Spirit in our hearts Is whispering, “Wanderer, come!” The Bride, the church of Christ, proclaims To all his children, “Come!”

2 Let him that heareth say To all about him, “Come!” Let him that thirsts for righteousness, To Christ, the fountain, come!

3 Yes, whosoever will, O, let him freely come, And freely drink the stream of life; ’Tis Jesus bids you come.

4 Lo! Jesus, who invites, Declares, “I quickly come!” Lord, even so! I wait thine hour; Jesus, my Saviour, come!

1 Brother, hast thou wandered far From thy Father’s happy home, With thyself and God at war? Turn thee, brother, homeward come!

2 Hast thou wasted all the powers God for noble uses gave? Squandered life’s most golden hours? Turn thee, brother, God can save!

3 Is a mighty famine now In thy heart and in thy soul? Discontent upon thy brow? Turn thee, God will make thee whole!

4 He can heal thy bitterest wound, He thy gentlest prayer can hear; Seek Him, for He may be found; Call upon Him; He is near.

1 Turn, child of doubt, estranged from God! To error’s joyless waste betrayed; No light will there illume thy road, No friendly voice will give thee aid.

2 O, turn, and leave that cheerless waste! The shade of death,—the maze of woe! There is a path that leads to rest, A fount of life is given below.

3 Thy friend, thy Lord, from heaven revealed, The lost, the erring, to recall, That sacred fountain hath unsealed; With voice of love he speaks to all.

4 He bids the dying wanderer turn, To walk in duty’s way, and live; He speaks to wounded souls that mourn, He speaks,—to heal and to forgive.

1 Soul! celestial in thy birth, Dwelling yet in lowest earth, Panting, shrinking to be free, Hear God’s spirit whisper thee.

2 Thus it saith; in accents mild,— “Weary wanderer, wayward child, From thy Father’s earnest love Still forever wilt thou rove?

3 “Turn to hope, and peace, and light, Freed from sin, and earth, and night; I have called, entreated thee, In my mercies gentle, free.

4 “Human soul, in love divine I have sought to make thee mine; Still for thee good angels yearn; Human soul, return, return!”

1 O, not alone with outward sign Of fear, or voice from heaven, The message of a truth divine, The call of God, is given; Awakening in the human heart Love for the True and Right, Zeal for the Christian’s better part, Strength for the Christian’s fight.

2 Though heralded by naught of fear, Or outward sign, or show; Though only to the inward ear It whisper soft and low; Though dropping as the manna fell, Unseen, yet from above, Holy and gentle, heed it well,— The call to Truth and Love.

1 Acquaint thee, O spirit, acquaint thee with God, And joy, like the sunshine, shall beam on thy road; And peace, like the dew, shall descend round thy head, And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed.

2 Acquaint thee, O spirit, acquaint thee with God, And he shall be with thee when fears are abroad; Thy safeguard in danger that threatens thy path, Thy joy in the valley and shadow of death.

1 Thou must be born again! Such was the solemn word To him who came, not all in vain, By night to seek his Lord.

2 Thou must be born again! But not the birth of clay; The immortal seed must thence obtain Deliverance into day.

3 Thou, in thy inmost mind, Must own the same control; The same regenerating wind Must move and guide thy soul.

4 Thou canst not choose but trace The steps the Master trod, If once thou feel his truth and grace, A conscious child of God.

5 The mortal’s birth is past; The immortal’s birth must be; Seek well and thou shalt find at last That blest nativity.

1 God of mercy! God of love! Hear our sad, repentant songs; Listen to Thy suppliant ones, Thou, to whom all grace belongs!

2 Deep regret for follies past, Talents wasted, time misspent; Hearts debased by worldly cares, Thankless for the blessings lent;—

3 Foolish fears and fond desires, Vain regrets for things as vain; Lips too seldom taught to praise, Oft to murmur and complain;—

4 These, and every secret fault, Filled with grief and shame, we own; Humbled at Thy feet we bow, Seeking strength from Thee alone.

5 God of mercy! God of love! Hear our sad, repentant songs; O, restore Thy suppliant ones, Thou to whom all grace belongs!

1 O, send me not away! for I would drink, Even I, the weakest, at the fount of life; Chide not my steps, that venture near the brink, Weary and fainting from the deadly strife.

2 Went I not forth undaunted and alone, Strong in the majesty of human might? Lo! I return, all wounded and forlorn, My dream of glory lost in shades of night.

3 Was I not girded for the battle-field? Bore I not helm of pride and glittering sword? Behold the fragments of my broken shield, And lend to me Thy heavenly armor, Lord!

1 O, richly, Father, have I been Blest evermore by Thee! And morning, noon, and night Thou hast Preserved me tenderly.

2 And yet the love which Thou shouldst claim To idols I have given; Too oft have bound to earth the hopes That know no home but heaven.

3 Unworthy to be called Thy son, I come with shame to Thee, Father!—O, more than Father, Thou Hast always been to me!

4 Help me to break the heavy chains The world has round me thrown, And know the glorious liberty Of an obedient son.

5 That I may henceforth heed whate’er Thy voice within me saith, Fix deeply in my heart of hearts A principle of faith,—

6 Faith that, like armor to my soul, Shall keep all evil out, More mighty than an angel host, Encamping round about.

1 Lord, have mercy when we pray Strength to seek a better way; When our wakening thoughts begin First to loathe their cherished sin; When our weary spirits fail, And our aching brows are pale; Then Thy strengthening grace afford; Then, O, then, have mercy, Lord!

2 Lord, have mercy when we know First how vain this world below; When its darker thoughts oppress, Doubts perplex, and fears distress; When the earliest gleam is given Of the bright but distant heaven; Then Thy strengthening grace afford; Then, O, then, have mercy, Lord!

1 To Thine eternal arms, O God, Take us, Thine erring children, in; From dangerous paths too boldly trod, From wandering thoughts and dreams of sin.

2 Those arms were round our childish ways, A guard through helpless years to be; O leave not our maturer days, We still are helpless without Thee!

3 We trusted hope and pride and strength: Our strength proved false, our pride was vain, Our dreams have faded all at length,— We come to Thee, O Lord, again!

4 A guide to trembling steps yet be! Give us of Thine eternal powers! So shall our paths all lead to Thee, And life smile on like childhood’s hours.

1 Yes! prayer is strong, and God is good; Man is not made for endless ill; The offending soul, in darkest mood, Hath yet a hope, a refuge still.

2 Thou, God, wilt hear; these pangs are meant To heal the spirit, not destroy; And even remorse, for chastening sent, When Thou commandest, works for joy.

1 Lord! I believe; Thy power I own Thy word I would obey; I wander comfortless and lone, When from Thy truth I stray.

2 Lord! I believe; but gloomy fears Sometimes bedim my sight; I look to Thee with prayers and tears, And cry for strength and light.

3 Lord! I believe; but oft, I know, My faith is cold and weak; Make strong my weakness, and bestow The confidence I seek!

4 Yes, I believe; and only Thou Canst give my soul relief; Lord! to Thy truth my spirit bow, Help Thou my unbelief!

1 O, from these visions dark and drear, Kind Father, set me free; I struggle yet with darkness here,— My God, remember me!

2 Refresh my drooping soul with grace And quickening energy; Still running, toiling in the race,— My God, remember me!

3 Some cheering ray of hope impart, Sweet influence from Thee; And raise this feeble, drooping heart,— My God, remember me!

4 For the inheritance in light, On trembling wings I flee; With sins, and doubts, and fears, I fight,— My God, remember me!

1 O, help us, Lord! each hour of need Thy heavenly succor give; Help us in thought, in word, in deed, Each hour on earth we live.

2 O, help us, when our spirits bleed, With doubt and anguish sore; And when our hearts are cold and dead, O, help us, Lord, the more.

3 O, help us, through the prayer of faith, More firmly to believe; For still the more the servant hath, The more shall he receive.

4 O, help us, Father! from on high; We know no help but Thee; O, help us so to live and die, As Thine in heaven to be!

1 Why, thou never-setting Light, Is thy brightness veiled from me? Why does this unwonted night Cloud thy blest benignity?

2 I am lost without thy ray; Guide my wandering footsteps, Lord! Light my dark and erring way To the noontide of Thy word.

1 O Thou, from whom all goodness flows, I lift my soul to Thee; In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, Good Lord, remember me!

2 When on my aching, burdened heart My sins lie heavily, Thy pardon grant, new peace impart; Good Lord, remember me!

3 When trials sore obstruct my way, And ills I cannot flee, O, let my strength be as my day; Good Lord, remember me!

4 When worn with pain, disease, and grief, This feeble body see; Grant patience, rest, and kind relief; Good Lord, remember me!

5 When in the solemn hour of death I wait Thy just decree, Be this the prayer of my last breath,— Good Lord, remember me!

6 And when before Thy throne I stand, And lift my soul to Thee, Then, with the saints at Thy right hand, Good Lord, remember me!

1 When, with error bewildered, our path becomes dreary, And tears of despondency flow, When the whole head is sick, and the whole heart is weary, Despairing,—to whom shall we go?

2 When the thirsting soul turneth away from the springs Of the pleasures this world can bestow, And sighs for another, and flutters its wings, Impatient,—to whom shall it go?

3 O, blest be that light which has parted the clouds, And a path to the wanderer can show; That pierces the veil which the future enshrouds, And tells us to whom we should go!

1 Father, when o’er our trembling hearts Doubt’s shadows gathering brood, When faith in Thee almost departs, And gloomiest fears intrude; Forsake us not, O God of grace, But send those fears relief; Grant us again to see Thy face; Lord, help our unbelief!

2 When sorrow comes, and joys are flown, And fondest hopes lie dead, And blessings, long esteemed our own, Are now forever fled; When the bright promise of our spring Is but a withered leaf, Lord, to Thy truths still let us cling; Help Thou our unbelief!

3 And when the powers of nature fail Upon the couch of pain, Nor love nor friendship can avail The spirit to detain; Then, Father, be our closing eyes Undimmed by tears of grief; And, if a trembling doubt arise, Help Thou our unbelief!

1 Feeble, helpless, how shall I Learn to live and learn to die? Who, O God, my guide shall be? Who shall lead thy child to Thee?

2 Blessed Father, gracious One, Thou hast sent thy holy Son; He will give the light I need, He my trembling steps will lead.

3 Through this world, uncertain, dim, Let me ever learn of him; From his precepts wisdom draw, Make his life my solemn law.

4 Thus in deed, and thought, and word, Led by Jesus Christ the Lord, In my weakness, thus shall I Learn to live and learn to die;

5 Learn to live in peace and love, Like the perfect ones above;— Learn to die without a fear, Feeling Thee, my Father, near.

1 When in thine hour of conflict, Lord, The tempter to thy soul was nigh, Or when that bitter cup was poured In thy deep garden-agony,—

2 Not then, when uttermost thy need, Seemed light across thy soul to break; No seraph form was seen to speed, Nor yet the voice of comfort spake;

3 Till, by thine own triumphant word, The victory over ill was won; Until the voice of faith was heard, “Thy will, O God, not mine, be done!”

4 Lord, bring those precious moments back, When fainting against sin we strain; Or in thy counsels fail to track Aught but the present grief and pain.

5 In weakness, help us to contend; In darkness, yield to God our will; And true hearts, faithful to the end, Cheer by thine holy angels still!

1 Hasten, Lord, to my release; Haste to help me, O my God! Foes like armed bands increase;— Turn them back the way they trod.

2 Dark temptations round me press, Evil thoughts my soul assail; Doubts and fears, in my distress, Rise, till flesh and spirit fail.

3 Thou mine only helper art, My redeemer from the grave; Strength of my desiring heart, Father! Helper! haste to save!

1 Almighty Father! Thou hast many a blessing In store for every erring child of Thine; For this I pray,—Let me, Thy grace possessing, Seek to be guided by Thy will divine.

2 Not for earth’s treasures, for her joys the dearest, Would I my supplications raise to Thee; Not for the hopes that to my heart are nearest, But only that I give that heart to Thee.

3 I pray that Thou wouldst guide and guard me ever; Cleanse, by Thy power, from every stain of sin; I will Thy blessing ask on each endeavor, And thus Thy promised peace my soul shall win.

1 Return, my soul, unto thy rest, From vain pursuits and maddening cares; From lonely woes that wring thy breast, The world’s allurements, toils, and snares.

2 Return unto thy rest, my soul, From all the wanderings of thy thought; From sickness unto death made whole; Safe through a thousand perils brought.

3 Then to thy rest, my soul, return, From passions every hour at strife; Sin’s works, and ways, and wages, spurn, Lay hold upon eternal life.

4 God is thy rest; with heart inclined To keep His word, that word believe; Christ is thy rest; with lowly mind, His light and easy yoke receive.

1 Thou hidden love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows; I see from far Thy beauteous light, Inly I sigh for Thy repose. My heart is pained; nor can it be At rest, till it find rest in Thee.

2 Thy secret voice invites me still The sweetness of Thy yoke to prove; And fain I would; but though my will Seem fixed, yet wide my passions rove; Yet hindrances strew all the way; I aim at Thee, yet from Thee stray.

3 ’Tis mercy all, that Thou hast brought My mind to seek her peace in Thee; Yet, while I seek, but find Thee not, No peace my wandering soul shall see. O, when shall all my wanderings end, And all my steps to Thee-ward tend!

4 Is there a thing beneath the sun, That strives with Thee my heart to share? Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone, The Lord of every motion there! Then shall my heart from earth be free, When it hath found repose in Thee.

1 Send kindly light amid the encircling gloom, And lead me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home; Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet: I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me.

2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead Thou me on! I loved day’s dazzling light, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: remember not past years!

3 So long Thy power hath blessed me, surely still ’Twill lead me on Through dreary doubt, through pain and sorrow, till The night is gone, And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.

1 My God! permit me not to be A stranger to myself and Thee; Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove, Forgetful of my highest love.

2 Why should my passions mix with earth, And thus debase my heavenly birth? Why should I cleave to things below, And let my God, my Saviour, go?

3 Call me away from flesh and sense; One sovereign word can draw me thence; I would obey Thy voice divine, And all inferior joys resign.

4 Be earth, with all her strife, withdrawn; Let noise and vanity be gone; In secret silence of the mind, My heaven, and there my God, I find.

1 O, Draw me, Father, after Thee! So shall I run and never tire; With gracious words still comfort me; Be Thou my hope, my sole desire; Free me from every weight; nor fear Nor sin can come, if Thou art near.

2 From all eternity, with love Unchangeable Thou hast me viewed; Ere knew this beating heart to move, Thy tender mercies me pursued; Ever with me may they abide, And close me in on every side.

3 In suffering be Thy love my peace; In weakness be Thy love my power; And when the storms of life shall cease, O Father! in my latest hour, In death as life, be Thou my guide, And draw me closer to Thy side.

1 I Want the spirit of power within, Of love, and of a healthful mind: Of power to conquer every sin; Of love to God and all mankind; Of health that pain and death defies, Most vigorous when the body dies.

2 O, that the Comforter would come, Nor visit as a transient guest, But fix in me his constant home, And keep possession of my breast; And make my soul his loved abode, The temple of indwelling God!

1 I want a principle within Of jealous, godly fear; A sensibility to sin, A pain to find it near.

2 I want the first approach to feel Of pride, or fond desire; To catch the wandering of my will, And quench the kindling fire.

3 From Thee that I no more may part, No more Thy goodness grieve, The filial awe, the fleshly heart, The tender conscience give.

4 Quick as the apple of an eye, O God, my conscience make! Awake my soul, when sin is nigh, And keep it still awake.

1 My God, my strength, my hope, On Thee I cast my care, With humble confidence look up, And know Thou hear’st my prayer. Give me on Thee to wait, Till I can all things do; On Thee, almighty to create, Almighty to renew.

2 I want a sober mind, A self-renouncing will, That tramples down and casts behind The baits of pleasing ill; [188] A soul inured to pain, To hardship, grief, and loss, Bold to take up, firm to sustain, The consecrated cross.

3 I want a godly fear, A quick-discerning eye, That looks to Thee when sin is near, And bids the tempter fly; A spirit still prepared, And armed with jealous care, Forever standing on its guard, And watching unto prayer.

4 I want a true regard, A single, steady aim, Unmoved by threatening or reward, To Thee and Thy great name; This blessing above all, Always to pray, I want: Out of the deep on Thee to call, And never, never faint.

5 I rest upon Thy word; The promise is for me; My succor and salvation, Lord, Shall surely come from Thee; But let me still abide, Nor from my hope remove, Till Thou my patient spirit guide Into Thy perfect love.

1 As the hart, with eager looks, Panteth for the water-brooks, So my soul, athirst for Thee, Pants the living God to see; When, O, when, without a fear, Lord, shall I to Thee draw near?

2 Why art thou cast down, my soul? God, thy God, shall make thee whole; Why art thou disquieted? God shall lift thy fallen head, And His countenance benign Be the saving health of thine.

1 O, where shall rest be found, Rest for the weary soul? ’Twere vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole:

2 The world can never give The rest for which we sigh; ’Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.

3 In Thee we end our quest; Alone are found in Thee The life of perfect love,—the rest Of immortality.

1 Lord, I believe a rest remains, To all Thy people known; A rest where pure enjoyment reigns, And Thou art loved alone.

2 A rest, where all our soul’s desire Is fixed on things above; Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, Cast out by perfect love.

3 O, that I now that rest might know, Believe, and enter in; Now, Father, now the power bestow, And let me cease from sin.

4 Remove all hardness from my heart, All unbelief remove; To me the rest of faith impart, The sabbath of Thy love.

1 That blessed law of Thine, Father, to me impart;— The Spirit’s law of life divine, O, write it in my heart!

2 Implant it deep within, Whence it may ne’er remove,— The law of liberty from sin, The perfect law of love.

3 Thy nature be my law, Thy spotless sanctity, And sweetly every moment draw My happy soul to Thee.

1 O Lord! how happy should we be, If we could leave our cares to Thee, If we from self could rest, And feel at heart that One above, In perfect wisdom, perfect love, Is working for the best.

2 For when we kneel and cast our care Upon our God in humble prayer, With strengthened souls we rise; Sure that our Father, who is nigh To hear the ravens when they cry, Will hear His children’s cries.

3 O, may these trustless hearts of ours The lesson learn from birds and flowers, And learn from self to cease,— Leave all things to our Father’s will, And, on His mercy, leaning still, Find, in each trial, peace!

1 Forever with the Lord! So, Father, let it be; Life from the dead is in that word, ’Tis immortality.

2 Here in the body pent, Absent from Thee 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 I hear at morn and even, At noon and midnight hour, The choral harmonies of heaven Earth’s Babel-tongues o’erpower.

5 And then I feel, that He, Remembered or forgot, The Lord, is never far from me, Though I perceive Him not.

6 Forever with the Lord! Father, if ’tis Thy will, The promise of that blessed word Even here to me fulfil.

7 Be Thou at my right hand, Then can I never fail; Uphold Thou me, and I shall stand; Help, and I must prevail.

1 Heaven is a state of rest from sin; But all who hope to enter there Must here that holy course begin, Which shall their souls for rest prepare.

2 Clean hearts, O God, in us create! Right spirits, Lord, in us renew! Commence we now that higher state, Now do Thy will as angels do.

3 In Jesus’ footsteps may we tread, Learn every lesson of his love; And be from grace to glory led, From heaven below to heaven above.

1 O Love, how cheering is Thy ray! All pain before Thy presence flies; Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away, Where’er Thy healing beams arise: O Father! nothing may I see, And nought desire or seek, but Thee.

2 Unwearied may I this pursue, Dauntless to this high prize aspire; Each hour within my soul renew This holy flame, this heavenly fire; And day and night be all my care To guard the sacred treasure there.

3 O, that I as a little child May follow Thee, and never rest, Till sweetly Thou hast breathed a mild And lowly mind into my breast! Nor ever may we parted be, Till I become as one with Thee.

4 Still let Thy love point out my way; How wondrous things that love hath wrought! Still lead me, lest I go astray; Direct my word, inspire my thought; And if I fall, soon may I hear Thy voice, and know Thy love is near.

1 Quiet, Lord, my froward heart; Make me loving, meek, and mild, Upright, simple, free from art; Make me as a little child; From distrust and envy free; Pleased with all that pleaseth Thee.

2 What Thou shalt to-day provide Let me as a child receive; What to-morrow may betide Calmly to Thy wisdom leave; ’Tis enough that Thou wilt care; Why should I the burden bear?

3 As a little child relies On a care beyond his own, Knows beneath his father’s eyes He is never left alone; So would I with Thee abide, Thou my Father, Guard, and Guide!

1 Father, I will not pray Freedom from earthly ill; But may Thy peace be o’er my way With its dove-pinion still!

2 O, let a sense of Thee, Of Thy sustaining love, My bosom-guest forever be, Where’er I rest or move!

3 A heavenly light serene, With its unfading beams, Within my trusting heart be seen, More bright than childhood’s dreams!

4 So let me walk with Thee, Thy presence round my way; Made by Thine aiding spirit free; Thy love, my joy and stay.

1 I thirst!—O, grant the waters pure Which they who drink shall thirst no more; O give me of that living stream, Which ever flows, with heavenly gleam, Forth from the presence of our God, Through fields by holy angels trod!

2 I thirst!—O bounteous Source of Truth, Give coolness to my fevered youth; Make the sick heart more strong and wise; Take spectral visions from mine eyes; O, let me quench my thirst in Thee, And pure, and strong, and holy be!

3 I thirst!—O God, great Source of Love! Infinite Life streams from above. O, give one drop, and let me live! The barren world has naught to give; No solace have its streams for me; I thirst alone for heaven and Thee.

1 Wilt Thou not visit me? The plant beside me feels Thy gentle dew; Each blade of grass I see, From Thy deep earth its quickening moisture drew.

2 Wilt Thou not visit me? Thy morning calls on me with cheering tone; And every hill and tree Lend but one voice, the voice of Thee alone.

3 Come! for I need Thy love, More than the flower the dew, or grass the rain; Come, like Thy holy dove, And let me in Thy sight rejoice to live again.

4 Yes! Thou wilt visit me; Nor plant nor tree Thine eye delights so well, As when, from sin set free, Man’s spirit comes with Thine in peace to dwell.

1 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace! Rise, from transitory things, Towards heaven, thy native place! Sun, and moon, and stars decay; Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above!

2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Fire, ascending, seeks the sun; Both speed them to their source; So the spirit, born of God, Pants to view His glorious face; Upward tends to His abode, To rest in His embrace.

1 Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E’en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be,— Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!

2 Though, like the wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I’d be Nearer, my God, to Thee,— Nearer to Thee!

3 There let the way appear, Steps unto heaven; All that Thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee,— Nearer to Thee!

4 Then with my waking thoughts, Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs, Bethel I’ll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee,— Nearer to Thee!

5 Or if on joyful wing, Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upward I fly; Still all my song shall be,— Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!

1 The fountain in its source No drought of summer fears; The further it pursues its course, The nobler it appears.

2 But shallow cisterns yield A scanty, short supply; The morning sees them amply filled, At evening they are dry.

3 The cisterns I forsake, O Fount of life, for Thee! My thirst with living waters slake, And drink eternity.

1 My soul no more shall strive in vain, Slave to the world, and slave to sin! A nobler toil I will sustain, A nobler satisfaction win.

2 I will resolve, with all my heart, With all my powers, to serve the Lord; Nor from His precepts e’er depart, Whose service is a rich reward.

3 O, be His service all my joy! Around let my example shine, Till others love the blest employ, And join in labors so divine.

4 O, may I never faint nor tire, Nor, wandering, leave His sacred ways; Great God! accept my soul’s desire, And give me strength to live Thy praise.

1 O Lord, Thy heavenly grace impart, And fix my frail, inconstant heart; Henceforth my chief desire shall be To dedicate myself to Thee.

2 Whate’er pursuits my time employ, One thought shall fill my soul with joy; That silent, secret thought shall be, That all my hopes are fixed on Thee.

3 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space; Thy presence, Lord, fills every place; And, wheresoe’er my lot may be, Still shall my spirit cleave to Thee.

4 Renouncing every worldly thing, And safe beneath Thy sheltering wing, My sweetest thought henceforth shall be, That all I want I find in Thee.

1 O God, to Thee, who first hast given To mortal frame the spark of heaven, I consecrate my powers; Thine is its hoped eternity, And Thine its earthly life shall be, Through years, and days, and hours.

2 Here at Thy shrine I bow, resigned Each struggling passion of my mind, With all its hopes and fears; To bend each thought to Thy control Is the one wish that fills my soul, Through all my future years.

1 I am free! I am free! I have broken away, From the chambers of night, to the splendors of day; All the phantoms that darkened around me are gone, And a spirit of light is now leading me on.

Earth appeareth in garments of beauty new drest; Brighter thoughts, brighter feelings, spring forth in my breast; Happy voices are floating in music above; All creation is full of the glory of love.

God of truth! it is Thou who hast shed down each ray Of the sunshine that blesses and gladdens my way; From the depths of my spirit, to Thee will I give Ever-thankful affection, as long as I live.

1 Father, source of every blessing, Tune my heart to grateful lays! Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for ceaseless songs of praise.

2 Teach me some melodious measure, Sung by raptured saints above; Fill my soul with sacred pleasure, While I sing redeeming love.

3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold above; Thou, to save my soul from danger, Didst redeem me with Thy love.

4 By Thy hand restored, defended, Safe through life thus far I’ve come; Safe, O Lord, when life is ended, Bring me to my heavenly home.

1 O Lord! through Thee we own A new and heavenly birth, Kindred to spirits round Thy throne, Though sojourners of earth.

2 How glorious is the hour, When first our souls awake, Through Thy mysterious spirit’s power, And of new life partake.

3 With richer beauty glows The world, before so fair; Her holy light religion throws, Reflected everywhere.

4 The life which Thou hast given, O Lord! shall never end; The grave is but the path to heaven, And death is now our friend.

1 The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know; I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest; He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow, Restores me when wandering, redeems when opprest.

Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray, Since Thou art my guardian, no evil I fear; Thy rod shall defend me, Thy staff be my stay; No harm can befall with my Comforter near.

3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread; With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o’er; With perfume and oil Thou anointest my head; O, what shall I ask of Thy providence more?

4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God, Still follow my steps till I meet Thee above; I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod Through the land of their sojourn, Thy kingdom of love.

1 They, who on the Lord rely, Safely dwell, though danger’s nigh; Lo, His sheltering wings are spread O’er each faithful servant’s head.

2 Vain temptation’s wily snare; They shall be the Father’s care; Harmless flies the shaft by day, Or in darkness wings its way.

3 When they wake, or when they sleep, Angel guards their vigils keep; Death and danger may be near Faith and love can never fear.

1 None loves me, Father, with Thy love, None else can meet such needs as mine; O, grant me, as Thou shall approve, All that befits a child of Thine! From every doubt and fear release, And give me confidence and peace.

2 Give me a faith shall never fail, One that shall always work by love; And then, whatever foes assail, They shall but higher courage move More boldly for the truth to strive, And more by faith in Thee to live:

3 A heart, that, when my days are glad, May never from Thy way decline, And when the sky of life grows sad, May still submit its will to Thine,— A heart that loves to trust in Thee, A patient heart, create in me!

1 O Father! humbly we repose Our souls on Thee, who dwell’st above, And bless Thee for the peace which flows From faith in Thine encircling love.

2 Though every earthly trust may break, Infinite might belongs to Thee; Though every earthly friend forsake, Unchangeable Thou still wilt be.

3 Though griefs may gather darkly round, They cannot veil us from Thy sight; Though vain all human aid be found, Thou every grief canst turn to light.

4 All things Thy wise designs fulfil, In earth beneath, and heaven above, And good breaks out from every ill, Through faith in Thine encircling love.

1 We all, O Father, all are Thine; All feel Thy providential care; And, through each varying scene of life, Alike Thy constant love we share.

2 And whether grief oppress the heart; Or whether joy elate the breast; Or life still keep its little course; Or death invite the heart to rest;—

4 All are Thy messengers, and all Thy sacred pleasure, Lord, obey; And all are training man to dwell Nearer to heaven, and nearer Thee.

1 O let my trembling soul be still, While darkness veils this mortal eye, And wait Thy wise and holy will, Though wrapped in fears and mystery: I cannot, Lord, Thy purpose see; Yet all is well since ruled by Thee!

2 When, mounted on Thy clouded car, Thou send’st Thy darker spirits down, I can discern Thy light afar, Thy light sweet beaming through their frown; And, should I faint a moment, then I think of Thee, and smile again.

3 So, trusting in Thy love, I tread The narrow path of duty on; What though some cherished joys are fled? What though some flattering dreams are gone? Yet purer, nobler joys remain, And peace is won through conquered pain.

1 See the Lord, thy keeper, stand, Omnipotently near; Lo! He holds thee by the hand, And banishes thy fear; Shadows with His wings thy head; Guards from all impending harms; Round thee and beneath are spread The everlasting arms.

2 God shall bless thy going out, Shall bless thy coming in; Kindly compass thee about, And guard from every sin. Lean upon thy Father’s breast; He thy quiet spirit keeps; Rest in Him, securely rest; Thy Guardian never sleeps.

3 O, my soul, unceasing pray, And in thy God confide! He our faltering steps shall stay, Nor suffer us to slide: He is still our sure defence, We his ceaseless care shall prove, Kept by watchful Providence And ever-waking love.

1 Commit thou all thy griefs And ways into His hands, To His sure trust and tender care, Who earth and heaven commands;

2 Who points the clouds their course, Whom winds and seas obey; He shall direct thy wandering feet, He shall prepare thy way.

3 No profit canst thou gain By self-consuming care; To Him commend thy cause,—His ear Attends the softest prayer.

4 Then on the Lord rely, So safe shall thou go on; Fix on His work thy steadfast eye, So shall thy work be done.

1 God is our refuge and our strength, When trouble’s hour is near; A very present help is He; Therefore we will not fear.

2 Although the pillars of the earth Shall clean removed be, The very mountains carried forth, And cast into the sea;

3 Although the waters rage and swell, So that the earth shall shake; Yea, and the solid mountain roots Shall with the tempest quake;

4 There is a river that makes glad The city of our God; The tabernacle’s holy place Of the Most High’s abode.

5 The Lord is in the midst of her, Removed she shall not be; Because the Lord our God himself Shall help her speedily.

6 The Lord our strength and refuge is, When trouble’s hour is near; A very present help is He; Therefore we will not fear.

1 Give to the winds thy fears! Hope and be undismayed! God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears; God shall lift up thy head.

2 Through waves, through clouds and storms, He gently clears thy way; Wait thou His time, so shall the night Soon end in joyous day.

3 He everywhere hath rule, And all things serve His might; His every act pure blessing is, His path, unsullied light.

4 Thou comprehend’st Him not; Yet earth and heaven tell, God sits as sovereign on the throne; He ruleth all things well.

5 Thou seest our weakness, Lord, Our hearts are known to Thee; O, lift Thou up the sinking hand, Confirm the feeble knee!

6 Let us, in life or death, Boldly Thy truth declare; And publish, with our latest breath, Thy love and guardian care.

1 Rejoice in God alway; When earth looks heavenly bright, When joy makes glad the livelong day, And peace shuts in the night.

2 Rejoice when care and woe The fainting soul oppress; When tears at wakeful midnight flow, And morn brings heaviness.

3 Rejoice in hope and fear; Rejoice in life and death; Rejoice when threatening storms are near, And comfort languisheth.

4 When should not they rejoice, Whom Christ his brethren calls; Who hear and know his guiding voice, When on their hearts it falls?

5 So, though our path is steep, And many a tempest lowers, Shall his own peace our spirits keep, And Christ’s dear love be ours.

1 How gentle God’s commands! How kind His precepts are! Come, leave your burdens to the Lord, And trust His constant care.

2 His bounty will provide; Ye shall securely dwell; The hand that bears creation up Shall guard His children well.

3 O, why should anxious thought Press down your weary mind? Come, seek your Heavenly Father’s face, And peace and gladness find.

4 His goodness stands for all Unchanged from day to day; We’ll drop our burden at His feet, And bear a song away.

1 God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up His vast designs, And works His sovereign will.

3 Ye fearful saints! fresh courage take; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and will break In blessings on your head.

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.

5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain; God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain.

1 Author of good, we rest on Thee; Thine ever watchful eye Alone our real wants can see, Thy hand alone supply.

2 In Thine all-gracious providence Our cheerful hopes confide; O, let Thy power be our defence, Thy love our footsteps guide!

3 And since, by passion’s force subdued, Too oft, with stubborn will, We blindly shun the latent good, And grasp the specious ill,—

4 Not what we wish, but what we want, Thy mercy still supply! The good unasked, O Father, grant; The ill, though asked, deny!

1 Through all the various shifting scene Of life’s mistaken ill or good, Thy hand, O God! conducts, unseen, The beautiful vicissitude.

2 Thou givest with paternal care, Howe’er unjustly we complain, To all their necessary share Of joy and sorrow, health and pain.

3 All things on earth, and all in heaven, On Thine eternal will depend; And all for greater good were given, Would man pursue the appointed end.

4 Be this my care!—to all beside Indifferent let my wishes be; Passion be calm, and dumb be pride, And fixed my soul, great God! on Thee.

1 When grief and anguish press me down, And hope and comfort flee, I cling, O Father, to Thy throne, And stay my heart on Thee.

2 When death invades my peaceful home, The sundered ties shall be A closer bond, in time to come, To bind my heart to Thee.

3 Lord, not my will, but Thine, be done! My soul, from fear set free, Her faith shall anchor at Thy throne, And trust alone in Thee.

1 My God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home on life’s rough way, O, teach me from my heart to say, Thy will, my God, be done!

2 Though dark my path, and sad my lot, Let me be still, and murmur not, But breathe the prayer divinely taught, Thy will, my God, be done!

3 What though in lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved, no longer nigh? Submissive still would I reply, Thy will, my God, be done!

4 If Thou shouldst call me to resign What most I prize,—it ne’er was mine,— I only yield Thee what is Thine; Thy will, my God, be done!

5 Should pining sickness waste away My life in premature decay, In life or death teach me to say, Thy will, my God, be done!

6 Renew my will from day to day, Blend it with Thine, and take away Whate’er now makes it hard to say, Thy will, my God, be done!

1 He sendeth sun, He sendeth shower; Alike they’re needful for the flower; And joys and tears alike are sent To give the soul fit nourishment: As comes to me or cloud or sun, Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!

2 Can loving children e’er reprove With murmurs whom they trust and love? Creator! I would ever be A trusting, loving child to Thee As comes to me or cloud or sun, Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!

3 O, ne’er will I at life repine! Enough that Thou hast made it mine. When falls the shadow cold of death, I yet will sing, with parting breath,— As comes to me or shade or sun, Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!

1 Thy will be done! In devious way The hurrying stream of life may run; Yet still our grateful hearts shall say Thy will be done!

2 Thy will be done! If o’er us shine A gladdening and a prosperous sun, This prayer shall make it more divine:— Thy will be done!

3 Thy will be done! Though shrouded o’er Our path with gloom, one comfort, one, Is ours,—to breathe, while we adore, Thy will be done!

1 Is there a lone and dreary hour, When worldly pleasures lose their power;— My Father! let me turn to Thee, And set each thought of darkness free.

2 Is there a time of racking grief, Which scorns the prospect of relief; My Father! break the cheerless gloom, And bid my heart its calm resume.

3 Is there an hour of peace and joy, When hope is all my soul’s employ;— My Father! still my hopes will roam, Until they rest with Thee, their home.

4 The noontide blaze, the midnight scene, The dawn, or twilight’s sweet serene, The glow of health, the dying hour, Shall own my Father’s grace and power.

1 Lo, the lilies of the field! How their leaves instruction yield! Hark to nature’s lesson given By the blessed birds of heaven! Every bush and tufted tree Warbles trust and piety:— Mortals, banish doubt and sorrow, God provideth for the morrow.

2 One there lives, whose guardian eye Guides our earthly destiny; One there lives, who, Lord of all, Keeps His children lest they fall: Pass we, then, in love and praise, Trusting Him through all our days, Free from doubt and faithless sorrow,— God provideth for the morrow.

1 Father! I wait Thy word. The sun doth stand Beneath the mingling line of night and day, A listening servant, waiting Thy command, To roll rejoicing on its silent way.

2 The tongue of time abides the appointed hour, Till on our ear its solemn warnings fall; The heavy cloud withholds the pelting shower,— Then, every drop speeds onward at Thy call.

3 The bird reposes on the yielding bough, With breast unswollen by the tide of song;— So does my spirit wait Thy presence now, To pour Thy praise in quickening life along.

1 Father! glorify Thy name! Whatsoe’er our portion be, Wheresoever led by Thee, If to glory,—if to shame,— Father! glorify Thy name!

2 Let Thy name be glorified! If in doubt and darkness lost, Hope deceived and purpose crost, Naught amiss can e’er betide,— Let Thy name be glorified!

3 Father! glorify Thy name! Vain and blind our wishes are; This can be no idle prayer, This can be no worthless claim,— Father! glorify Thy name!

1 Leader of Israel’s host, and Guide Of all who seek the land above, Beneath Thy shadow we abide, The cloud of Thy protecting love; Our strength Thy grace, our rule Thy word, Our end the glory of the Lord.

2 By Thine unerring Spirit led, We shall not in the desert stray, We shall not full direction need, Nor miss our providential way; As far from danger as from fear, While love, almighty love, is near.

1 ’Tis my happiness below Not to live without the cross, But the Saviour’s power to know, Sanctifying every loss: Trials must and will befall; But with humble faith to see Love inscribed upon them all,— This is happiness to me.

2 God in Israel sows the seeds Of affliction, pain, and toil; These spring up, and choke the weeds Which would else o’erspread the soil; Trials make our faith sublime, Trials give new life to prayer, Lift us to a holier clime, Make us strong to do and bear.

1 Saviour! I my cross have taken, All to leave, and follow thee; Though by all things else forsaken, Thou shall my Redeemer be.

2 Perish every fond ambition, All I’ve sought, or hoped, or known, Yet, how rich is my condition! God and heaven are still mine own.

3 Know, my soul, thy full salvation; Rise o’er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find, in every station, Something still to do and bear.

4 Think what Spirit dwells within thee; Think what Father’s smiles are thine; Think that Jesus died to win thee; Child of heaven, canst thou repine?

5 Haste thee on from cross to glory, Armed by faith and winged by prayer; Heaven’s eternal day's before thee, God’s own hand shall lead thee there.

1 The dove, let loose in Eastern skies, Returning fondly home, Ne’er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam;

2 But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.

3 So grant me, Lord, from every snare And stain of passion free, Aloft, through faith’s serener air, To urge my course to Thee:

4 No sin to cloud, no lure to stay, My soul, as home she springs; Thy sunshine on her joyful way, Thy freedom on her wings!

1 The world may change from old to new, From new to old again; Yet hope and heaven, forever true, Within man’s heart remain. The dreams that bless the weary soul, The struggles of the strong, Are steps towards some happy goal, The story of hope’s song.

2 Hope leads the child to plant the flower, The man to sow the seed; Nor leaves fulfilment to her hour,— But prompts again to deed. And ere upon the old man’s dust The grass is seen to wave, We look through falling tears, to trust Hope’s sunshine on the grave.

3 O, no! it is no flattering lure, No fancy weak or fond, When hope would bid us rest secure In better life beyond. Nor love, nor shame, nor grief, nor sin, Her promise may gainsay; The voice divine hath spoke within, And God did ne’er betray.

1 Not that Thy boundless love, my God, Sheds blessing on my way, And gilds as with a heavenly beam The darkness of earth’s day,— Not now for breath of summer flowers, For smiles of sunny skies, The still, small voice of gratitude Shall to Thine ear arise.