Chapter XIX: Introduction (19)

3 Patient, firm, and persevering,
God speed the right!
Ne’er the event or danger fearing,
God speed the right!
Pains, nor toils, nor trials heeding,
And in heaven’s own time succeeding,
God speed the right!

4 Still their onward course pursuing,
God speed the right!
Every foe at length subduing,
God speed the right!
Truth thy cause, whate’er delay it,
There’s no power on earth can stay it,
God speed the right!

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Blessed is the people that know, etc.
Psalm 89:15.

How sweet the gospel trumpet sounds!
Its notes are grace and love;
Its echo through the world resounds,
From Jesus’ throne above.
CHORUS.
It is the sound, the joyful sound,
Of mercy rich and free;
Pardon it offers, peace proclaims,
Sinner! it speaks to thee.

2 It tells the weary soul of rest,
The poor of heavenly wealth,
Of joy to heal the mourning breast;
It brings the sin-sick health.

3 Its words announce a heavenly feast,
Of water, milk, and wine,
And manna in the wilderness,
Provisions all divine.

4 It speaks of boundless grace, by which
The vilest are forgiven;
To Christians it proclaims a rich
Inheritance in heaven.

5 To men of high and low degree,
Its message is addressed;
The Jew and Gentile, bond and free,
Are with its blessings blessed.

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All the kindreds of the nations.
Psalm 22:27.

O’er the gloomy hills of darkness,
Look, my soul, be still and gaze;
All the promises do travail
With a glorious day of grace:
Blessed jubilee,
Let thy glorious morning dawn.

2 Let the Indian, let the negro,
Let the rude barbarian see,
That divine and glorious conquest
Once obtained on Calvary:
Let the gospel
Loud resound from pole to pole.

3 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness,
Grant them, Lord, the glorious light;
And from eastern coast to western,
May the morning chase the night!
And redemption,
Freely purchased, win the day.

4 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel!
Win and conquer! never cease!
May thy lasting wide dominion
Multiply and still increase!
Sway thy scepter,
Saviour, all the world around.

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The missionary’s farewell.

Yes, my native land, I love thee;
And all thy scenes, I love them well:
Home and friends, and happy country,
Can I bid you all farewell?
Can I leave you,
Far in heathen lands to dwell?

2 Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure,
Holy days and Sabbath bell,
Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure,
Can I—can I say, farewell?
Can I leave you,
Far in heathen lands to dwell.

3 Yes, I hasten from you gladly;
To the strangers let me tell
How he died—the blesséd Saviour—
To redeem a world from hell:
Let me hasten,
Far in heathen lands to dwell.

4 Bear me on, thou restless ocean,
From the scenes I love so well:
Heaves my heart with warm emotion
While I go far hence to dwell:
Glad I bid thee,
Native land, farewell, farewell!

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My name shall be great, etc.
Mal. 1:11.

Light of them that sit in darkness,
Rise and shine! thy blessings bring
Light to lighten all the Gentiles!
Rise with healing on thy wing;
To thy brightness
Let all kings and nations come.

2 May the heathen now adoring
Idol-gods of wood and stone,
Come, and, worshiping before him,
Serve the living God alone!
Let thy glory
Fill the earth as floods the sea.

3 Thou to whom all power is given,
Speak the word: at thy command
Let thy truth and faithful heralds
Spread thy name from land to land:
Lord, be with them
Always to the end of time.

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Farewell hymn for missionaries.

Eternal Lord! whose power
Can calm the heaving ocean,
Exalted thou,
Yet gracious bow;
Accept our warm devotion.

2 For thee, our all we leave,
Nor drop a tear of sadness;
As on we glide,
Be thou our guide,
And fill our hearts with gladness.

3 We go ’mid pagan gloom
To spread the truth victorious;
Thy blessing send,
Thy word attend,
And make its triumph glorious.

4 And when our toils are done,
Smooth thou the dying pillow:
O, bring us blest
To endless rest,
Safe o’er death’s troubled billow!

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The day of joy.

Wake thee, O Zion! thy mourning is ended;
God—thine own God—hath regarded thy prayer;
Wake thee, and hail him in glory descended,
Thy darkness to scatter—thy wastes to repair.

2 Wake thee, O Zion! his spirit of power
To newness of life is awaking the dead;
Array thee in beauty, and greet the glad hour
That brings thee salvation, through Jesus who bled.

3 Saviour, we gladly, with voices resounding
Loud as the thunder, our chorus would swell:
Till from rock, wood and mountain, its echoes rebounding,
To all the wide world of salvation shall tell.

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Missionary hymn.

From Greenland’s icy mountains,
From India’s coral strand—
Where Afric’s sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand—
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver
Their land from error’s chain.

2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o’er Ceylon’s isle—
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile;
In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strewn;
The heathen, in their blindness,
Bow down to wood and stone.

3 Shall we whose souls are lighted
By wisdom from on high—
Shall we, to man benighted,
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth’s remotest nation
Has learned Messiah’s name.

4 Waft—waft, you winds, his story,
And you, you waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole;
Till, o’er our ransomed nature,
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.

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Rev. 11:6.

Onward speed thy conquering flight,
Angel, onward speed!
Cast abroad thy radiant light,
Bid the shades recede;
Tread the idols in the dust,
Heathen fanes destroy;
Spread the gospel’s love and trust,
Spread the gospel’s joy.

2 Onward speed thy conquering flight,
Angel, onward haste;
Quickly on each mountain hight
Be thy standard placed;
Let thy blissful tidings float
Far o’er vale and hill,
Till the sweetly-echoing note
Every bosom thrill.

3 Onward speed thy conquering flight,
Angel, onward fly!
Long has been the reign of night;
Bring the morning nigh:
Unto thee earth’s sufferers lift
Their imploring wail;
Bear them heavén’s holy gift,
Ere their courage fail.

4 Onward speed thy conquering flight,
Angel, onward speed!
Morning bursts upon our sight,
Lo! the time decreed:
Now the Lord his kingdom takes,
Thrones and empires fall;
Now the joyous song awakes,
“God is All in All!”

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Roll on, thou mighty ocean.

Roll on, thou mighty ocean;
And, as thy billows flow,
Bear messengers of mercy
To every land below.

2 Arise, ye gales, and waft them
Safe to the destined shore,
That man may sit in darkness
And death’s deep shade no more.

3 O thou eternal Ruler,
Who holdest in thine arm
The tempests of the ocean,
Protect them from all harm.

4 O be thy presence with them,
Wherever they may be;
Though far from us who love them,
O be they still with thee!

THE SEA.

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They that go down, etc.
Psalm 107:23.

Eternal Father! strong to save,
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who biddest the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep;
O hear us when we cry to thee
For those in peril on the sea!

2 O Christ! whose voice the waters heard,
And hushed their raging at thy word,
Who walkédst on the foaming deep,
And calm amidst its rage didst sleep;
O hear us when we cry to thee
For those in peril on the sea!

3 O God of boundless love and power!
Our brethren shield in danger’s hour;
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect them wheresoe’er they go,
Thus evermore shall rise to thee
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.

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He raiseth the stormy wind.
Psalm 107:25.

Glory to thee, whose powerful word
Bids the tempestuous wind arise;
Glory to thee, the sovereign Lord
Of air and earth, and seas and skies.

2 Let air and earth and skies obey,
And seas thy awful will perform;
From them we learn to own thy sway,
And shout to meet the gathering storm.

3 What though the floods lift up their voice,
Thou hearest, Lord, our silent cry;
They can not damp thy children’s joys,
Or shake the soul, while God is nigh.

4 Roar on, ye waves! our souls defy
Your roaring to disturb their rest;
In vain to impair the calm ye try—
The calm in a believer’s breast.

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The Lord is mightier, etc.
Psalm 93:4.

The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice,
The mighty floods lift up their roar;
The floods in tumult loud rejoice,
And climb in foam the sounding shore.

2 But mightier than the mighty sea,
The Lord of glory reigns on high;
Far o’er its waves we look to thee,
And see their fury break and die.

3 Thy word is true, thy promise sure,
That ancient promise sealed in love;
Here be thy temple ever pure,
As thy pure mansions shine above.

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Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

Rocked in the cradle of the deep,
I lay me down in peace to sleep;
Secure I rest upon the wave,
For thou, O Lord! hast power to save.

2 I know thou wilt not slight my call!
For thou dost mark the sparrow’s fall!
And calm and peaceful is my sleep,
Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

3 And such the trust that still were mine,
Though stormy winds swept o’er the brine,
Or though the tempest’s fiery breath
Roused me from sleep to wreck and death!

4 In ocean caves still safe with thee,
The germs of immortality;
And calm and peaceful is my sleep,
Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

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Let not the deep swallow me up.
Psalm 69:15.

How are thy servants blest, O Lord!
How sure is their defense!
Eternal Wisdom is their guide,
Their help, Omnipotence.

2 In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by thy care,
Through burning climes they pass unhurt,
And breathe in tainted air.

3 When by the dreadful tempest borne
High on the broken wave,
They know thou art not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.

4 The storm is laid, the winds retire,
Obedient to thy will;
The sea, that roars at thy command,
At thy command is still.

5 In midst of dangers, fears and deaths,
Thy goodness I’ll adore;
I’ll praise thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.

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Thy path in the great waters.
Psalm 77:19.

Thy way is in the deep, O Lord!
E’en there we’ll go with thee;
We’ll meet the tempest at thy word,
And walk upon the sea!

2 Poor tremblers at his rougher wind,
Why do we doubt him so?
Who gives the storm a path, will find
The way our feet shall go.

3 A moment may his hand be lost,
Drear moment of delay!—
We cry, “Lord, help the tempest tost,”
And safe we’re borne away.

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Far, far at sea.

Star of peace, to wanderers weary,
Bright the beams that smile on me;
Cheer the pilot’s vision dreary,
Far, far at sea.

2 Star of Hope, gleam on the billow,
Bless the soul that sighs for thee;
Bless the sailor’s lonely pillow,
Far, far at sea.

3 Star of faith, when winds are mocking
All his toil, he flies to thee;
Save him, on the billows rocking,
Far, far at sea.

4 Star Divine! O, safely guide him—
Bring the wanderer home to thee;
Sore temptations long have tried him,
Far, far at sea.

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Thou rulest the raging of the sea.
Psalm 89:9.

Lord! whom winds and seas obey,
Guide us through the watery way;
In the hollow of thy hand
Hide, and bring us safe to land.

2 Jesus! let our faithful mind
Rest, on thee alone reclined;
Every anxious thought repress;
Keep our souls in perfect peace.

3 Keep the souls whom now we leave;
Bid them to each other cleave:
Bid them walk on life’s rough sea;
Bid them come by faith to thee.

4 Save, till all these tempests end,
All who on thy love depend;
Waft our happy spirits o’er,
Land us on the heavenly shore.

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Lord, save, or we perish.

When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming,
When o’er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming,
Nor hope lends a ray, the poor seaman to cherish,
We fly to our Maker—Save, Lord, or we perish!

2 O Jesus, once rocked on the breast of the billow,
Aroused by the shriek of despair from thy pillow,
Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish,
Who cries, in his anguish—Save, Lord, or we perish!

3 And, O, when the whirlwind of passion is raging,
When sin in our hearts its sad warfare is waging,
Then send down thy grace, thy redeeméd to cherish;
Rebuke the destroyer—Save, Lord, or we perish!

MARRIAGE HYMNS.

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John 2:2.

Since Jesus freely did appear
To grace a marriage feast;
Lord, we ask thy presence here
To make a wedding guest.

2 Upon the bridal pair look down,
Who now have plighted hands;
Their union with thy favor crown,
And bless the nuptial bands.

3 With gifts of grace their hearts endow,
Of all rich dowries best;
Their substance bless, and peace bestow
To sweeten all the rest.

4 In purest love their souls unite,
That they, with Christian care,
May make domestic burdens light,
By taking mutual share.

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Not good for man to be alone.
Gen. 2:18.

Not for the summer hour alone,
When skies resplendent shine,
And youth and pleasure fill the throne,
Our hearts and hands we join.

2 But for those stern and wintry days
Of sorrow, pain, and fear,
When heaven’s wise discipline doth make
Our earthly journey drear.

3 Not for this span of life alone,
Which like a blast doth fly;
And, as the transient flowers of grass,
Just blossom, droop, and die.

4 But for a being without end,
This vow of love we take;
Grant us, O Lord, one home at last,
For thy great mercy’s sake.

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They twain shall be one.
Matt. 19:5.

Father of the human race,
Sanction with thy heavenly grace
What on earth hath now been done,
That these twain be truly one.

2 One in sickness and in health,
One in poverty and wealth,
And as year rolls after year,
Each to other still more dear.

3 One in purpose, one in heart,
Till the mortal stroke shall part;
One in cheerful piety,
One for ever, Lord, with thee.

DEDICATORY.

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How much less this house.
1 Kings 8:27.

The perfect world, by Adam trod,
Was the first temple built to God;
His fiat laid the corner-stone,
And heaved its pillars one by one.

2 He hung its starry roof on high—
The broad, illimitable sky;
He spread its pavement, green and bright,
And curtained it with morning light.

3 The mountains in their places stood,
The sea—the sky—and “all was good;”
And when its first few praises rang,
The “morning stars together sang.”

4 Lord, ’tis not ours to make the sea,
And earth, and sky, a house for thee;
But in thy sight our offering stands—
An humbler temple, “made with hands.”

5 We can not bid the morning star
To sing how bright thy glories are;
But, Lord, if thou wilt meet us here,
Thy praise shall be the Christian’s tear.

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Peace be within thy walls.
Psalm 122:7.

In sweet, exalted strains,
The King of glory praise;
O’er heaven and earth he reigns,
Through everlasting days;
Beneath this roof, O deign to show
How God can dwell with men below.

2 Here may thine ears attend
Our interceding cries;
And grateful praise ascend,
All fragrant, to the skies;
Here may thy word melodious sound,
And spread the joys of heaven around.

3 Here may the attentive throng
Imbibe thy truth and love;
And converts join the song
Of seraphim above;
And willing crowds surround thy board,
With sacred joy and sweet accord.

4 Here may our unborn sons
And daughters sound thy praise,
And shine like polished stones
Through long-succeeding days;
Here, Lord! display thy saving power,
While temples stand, and men adore.

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He called the name of that place Bethel.
Gen. 28:19.

O bow thine ear, Eternal One,
On thee our heart adoring calls;
To thee the followers of thy Son
Have raised, and now devote these walls.

2 Here let thy holy days be kept;
And be this place to worship given,
Like that bright spot where Jacob slept,
The house of God, the gate of heaven.

3 Here may thine honor dwell; and here,
As incense, let thy children’s prayer,
From contrite hearts and lips sincere,
Rise on the still and holy air.

4 Here be thy praise devoutly sung;
Here let thy truth beam forth to save,
As when, of old, thy Spirit hung,
On wings of light, o’er Jordan’s wave.

5 And when the lips, that with thy name
Are vocal now, to dust shall turn,
On others may devotion’s flame
Be kindled here, and purely burn!

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In his temple we speak of his glory.
Psalm 29:9.

O thou whose own vast temple stands
Built over earth and sea,
Accept the walls that human hands
Have raised to worship thee.

2 Lord, from thine inmost glory send,
Within these courts to bide,
The peace that dwelleth, without end,
Serenely by thy side.

3 May erring minds, that worship here,
Be taught the better way;
And they who mourn, and they who fear,
Be strengthened as they pray.

4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm,
And pure devotion rise,
While round these hallowed walls the storm
Of earth-born passion dies.

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Make them joyful in my house of prayer.
Isaiah 56:7.

Lord of hosts, to thee we raise
Here a house of prayer and praise!
Thou thy people’s hearts prepare
Here to meet for praise and prayer.

2 Let the living here be fed
With thy word, the heavenly bread;
Here in hope of glory blest,
May the dead be laid to rest.

3 Here to thee a temple stand,
While the sea shall gird the land;
Here reveal thy mercy sure,
While the sun and moon endure.

4 Hallelujah!—earth and sky
To the joyful sound reply;
Hallelujah!—hence ascend
Prayer and praise till time shall end.

MISCELLANEOUS.

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Here have we no continuing city.
Heb. 13:14.

“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.”

2 “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.

3 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.

4 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.

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The mercies of God.
Rom 12:2.

My God, how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies, from above,
Gently distill like early dew.

2 Thou spreadest the curtains of the night,
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours;
Thy sovereign word restores the light,
And quickens all my drowsy powers.

3 I yield my powers to thy command;
To thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.

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Lord, let thy goodness lead our land.

Lord, let thy goodness lead our land,
Still saved by thine almighty hand,
The tribute of its love to bring
To thee, our Saviour and our King.

2 Let every public temple raise
Triumphant songs of holy praise;
Let every peaceful, private home,
A temple, Lord, to thee become.

3 Still be it our supreme delight
To walk as in thy glorious sight;
Still in thy precepts and thy fear,
Till life’s last hour to persevere.

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Submission.

Teach us, in time of deep distress,
To own thy hand, O God,
And in submissive silence learn
The lessons of thy rod.

2 In every changing scene of life,
Whate’er that scene may be,
Give us a meek and humble mind,
A mind at peace with thee.

3 Do thou direct our steps aright;
Help us thy name to fear;
And give us grace to watch and pray,
And strength to persevere.

4 Then may we close our eyes in death,
Without a fear or care;
For death is life, and labor rest,
If thou art with us there.

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Psalm. 145:18.

Dear Father, to thy mercy-seat
My soul for shelter flies;
’Tis here I find a safe retreat
When storms and tempests rise.

2 My cheerful hope can never die,
If thou my God art near;
Thy grace can raise my comforts high
And banish every fear.

3 My great Protector, and my Lord!
Thy constant aid impart;
O let thy kind, thy gracious word,
Sustain my trembling heart.

4 O! never let my soul remove
From this divine retreat;
Still let me trust thy power and love,
And dwell beneath thy feet.

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The hour of prayer.

Thou Lord of life! whose tender care
Hath led us on till now,
We in this quiet hour of prayer
Before thy presence bow.

2 Thou, blesséd God! hast been our Guide;
Through life, our Guard and Friend;
O, still, on life’s uncertain tide,
Preserve us to the end!

3 To thee our grateful praise we bring,
For mercies day by day:
Lord, teach our hearts thy love to sing,
Lord, teach us how to pray!

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Love of God.

Thou Grace divine, encircling all,
A soundless, shoreless sea!
Wherein at last, our souls shall fall,
O Love of God most free!

2 When over dizzy steeps we go,
One soft hand blinds our eyes,
The other leads us safe and slow,
O Love of God most wise!

3 And though we turn us from thy face,
And wander wide and long,
Thou holdest us still in thine embrace,
O Love of God most strong!

4 The saddened heart, the restless soul,
The toilworn frame and mind,
Alike confess thy sweet control,
O Love of God most kind!

5 But not alone thy care we claim,
Our wayward steps to win:
We know thee by a dearer name,
O Love of God within!

6 And filled and quickened by thy breath,
Our souls are strong and free
To rise o’er sin, and fear, and death,
O Love of God, to thee!

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They that seek me early shall find me.
Prov. 8:17.

Happy the child whose tender years
Receive instruction well,
Who hates the sinner’s path, and fears
The road that leads to hell.

2 ’Twill save us from a thousand snares
To mind religion young,
Grace will preserve our following years,
And make our virtues strong.

3 To thee, Almighty God, to thee
Our childhood we resign;
’Twill please us to look back and see
That our whole lives were thine.

4 O let the work of prayer and praise
Employ my youngest breath;
Thus I’m prepared for longer days,
Or fit for early death.

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Vespers.

O Shadow in a sultry land,
We gather to thy breast,
Whose love, unfolding like the night,
Brings quietude and rest,
Glimpse of the fairer life to be,
In foretaste here possessed;

2 From aimless wanderings we come,
From drifting to and fro;
The wave of being mingles deep,
Amid its ebb and flow;
The grander sweep of tides serene
Our spirits yearn to know!

3 That which the garish day had lost,
The twilight vigil brings,
While softlier the vesper bell
Its silver cadence rings,—
The sense of an immortal trust,
The brush of angel wings!

4 Drop down behind the solemn hills,
O Day, with golden skies!
Serene above its fading glow,
Night, starry-crowned, arise!
So beautiful may heaven be,
When life’s last sunbeam dies!

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Christ the Day-Star.

We lift our hearts to thee,
Thou Day-star from on high:
The sun itself is but thy shade,
Yet cheers both earth and sky.

2 O, let thy rising beams
Dispel the shades of night;
And let the glories of thy love,
Come like the morning light!

3 How beauteous nature now!
How dark and sad before!—
With joy we view the pleasing change,
And nature’s God adore.

4 May we this life improve,
To mourn for errors past;
And live this short, revolving day,
As if it were our last.

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Evening.

O Lord! another day is flown,
And we, a feeble band,
Are met once more before thy throne,
To bless thy fostering hand.

2 Thy heavenly grace to each impart;
All evil far remove;
And shed abroad in every heart
Thine everlasting love.

3 Our souls, obedient to thy sway,
In Christian bonds unite;
Let peace and love conclude the day,
And hail the morning light.

4 Thus, cleansed from sin, and wholly thine,
A flock by Jesus led,
The Sun of Righteousness shall shine
In glory on our head.

5 O still restore our wandering feet,
And still direct our way,
Till worlds shall fail, and faith shall greet
The dawn of endless day.

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Flee as a bird.

Flee as a bird to your mountain,
Thou who art weary of sin;
Go to the clear flowing fountain,
Where you may wash and be clean!
Fly, for the avenger is near thee;
Call, and the Saviour will hear thee;
He on his bosom will bear thee,
Thou who art weary of sin,
O thou who art weary of sin.

2 He will protect thee for ever,
Wipe every falling tear;
He will forsake thee, O never,
Sheltered so tenderly there;
Haste, then, the hours are flying,
Spend not the moments in sighing,
Cease from your sorrow and crying,
The Saviour will wipe every tear,
The Saviour will wipe every tear.

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Evening prayer.

I come to thee to-night,
In my lone closet, where no eye can see,
And dare to crave an interview with thee,
Father of love and light.

2 Softly the moonbeams shine
On the still branches of the shadowy trees,
While all sweet sounds of evening on the breeze
Steal through the slumbering vine.

3 Thou gavest the calm repose
That rests on all; the air, the birds, the flower,
The human spirit in its weary hour,
Now at the bright day’s close.

4 Father! my soul would be
Pure as the drops of eve’s unsullied dew—
And as the stars whose nightly course is true,
So would I be to thee.

5 Not for myself alone
Would I the blessings of thy love implore;
But for each penitent the wide earth o’er,
Whom thou hast called thine own.

6 And for my heart’s best friends,
Whose steadfast kindness o’er my painful years
Has watched, to soothe affliction’s griefs and tears,
My warmest prayer ascends.

7 And now, O Father, take
The heart I cast with humble faith on thee,
And cleanse its depths from each impurity,
For my Redeemer’s sake.

1318 6s & 4.
Calvary.

Whene’er I think of thee,
O! sacred Calvary,
Love fills my breast.
Flow, then, the joyous tears;
Flee, all my guilty fears;
Saviour! thy cross appears,
And I find rest.

2 When from thy bleeding side
I see the crimson tide
Streaming for me;
Faith in thy flowing blood,
O! spotless Lamb of God,
Points me from earth’s dark clod,
Upward to thee.

3 When death’s unsparing dart
Pierces my fainting heart,
Sweetly I’ll sing:
Grave! thou no terror hast;
All fearful gloom is past;
Victor through Christ at last,
Death has no sting!

1319 8s & 7s.
Invitation.

Come to Calvary’s holy mountain,
Sinners, ruined by the fall!
Here a pure and healing fountain,
Flows to cleanse the guilty soul;
In a full, perpetual tide,
Opened when the Saviour died.

2 Come in sorrow and contrition,
Wounded, impotent, and blind;
Here the guilty find remission,
Here the lost a refuge find;
Health this fountain will restore;
He that drinks shall thirst no more.

3 Come, ye dying, live for ever,
’Tis a soul-reviving flood;
God is faithful—he will never
Break the covenant, sealed in blood;
Signed, when our Redeemer died,
Sealed, when he was crucified.

1320 7s, 6 lines.
Glory to our King.

Glory, glory to our King!
Crowns unfading wreathe his head;
Jesus is the name we sing—
Jesus risen from the dead;
Jesus, Victor of the grave;
Jesus, mighty now to save.

2 Now behold him high enthroned;
Glory beaming from his face,
By adoring angels owned
God of holiness and grace:
O for hearts and tongues to sing,
Glory, glory to our King.

3 Jesus, on thy people shine;
Warm our hearts and tune our tongues,
That with angels we may join—
Share their bliss, and swell their songs:
Glory, honor, praise, and power,
Lord, be thine for evermore.

1321 8s & 7s.
Night.

Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father,
Ere I lay me down to sleep:
Bid thy angels pure and holy,
Round my bed their vigil keep.

2 Great my sins are, but thy mercy
Far outweighs them every one;
Down before thy cross I cast them,
Trusting in thy help alone.

3 Keep me through this night of peril,
Underneath its boundless shade;
Take me to thy rest, I pray thee,
When my pilgrimage is made!

4 None shall measure out thy patience
By the span of human thought;
None shall bound the tender mercies
Which thy holy Son hath wrought.

5 Pardon all my past transgressions;
Give me strength for days to come;
Guide and guard me with thy blessing,
Till thine angels bid me home!

1322 8s & 7s.
Our Mediator.

Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory,
There for ever to abide;
All the heavenly host adore thee,
Seated at thy Father’s side.

2 There for sinners thou art pleading;
There thou dost our place prepare;
Ever for us interceding,
Till in glory we appear.

3 Worship, honor, power, and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive;
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give.

4 Help, ye bright, angelic spirits;
Bring your sweetest, noblest lays;
Help to sing our Saviour’s merits,
Help to chant Immanuel’s praise.

1323 8s, 7s & 4s.
Adoration.

Let us sing the King Messiah,
King of Righteousness and Peace;
Hail him, all his happy subjects,
Never let his praises cease!
Ever hail him,
Let his honors still increase!

2 How transcendent are thy glories!
Fairer than the sons of men,
While thy blesséd mediation
Brings us back to God again!
Blessed Redeemer,
How we triumph in thy reign!

3 Gird thy sword on, Mighty Hero,
Make thy word of truth thy car,
Prosper in thy course triumphant,
All success attend thy war!
Gracious Victor,
Let mankind before thee bow!

4 Blessed are all that touch thy scepter,
Blessed are all that own thy reign!
Freed from sin, that worst of tyrants,
Rescued from his galling chain!
Saints and angels,
All who know thee bless thy name!

1324 H. M.
Excellency of Christ.

O you immortal throng
Of angels round the throne,
Join with our feeble song
To make the Saviour known:
On earth you knew his wondrous grace:
In heaven you view his beauteous face.

2 You saw the heavenly child
In human flesh arrayed,
All innocent and mild,
While in a manger laid;
And praise to God, and peace on earth,
Proclaimed aloud for such a birth.

3 You in the wilderness
Beheld the tempter spoiled,
Well known in every dress,
In every combat foiled:
And joyed to crown the Victor’s head,
Before his frown when Satan fled.

4 Around the bloody tree
You pressed with strong desire,
That wondrous sight to see—
The Lord of life expire!
And could your eyes have known a tear,
In sad surprise had dropped it there.

5 Around his sacred tomb
A willing watch you keep,
Till the blest moment come
To rouse him from his sleep:
Then rolled the stone, and all adored
With joy unknown, our rising Lord.

6 When, all arrayed in light,
The shining Conqueror rode,
You hailed his rapturous flight
Up to the throne of God;
Your golden wings you waved around,
And struck your strings of sweetest sound.

7 The warbling notes pursue,
And louder anthems raise,
While mortals sing with you
Their own Redeemer’s praise.
And you, my heart, with equal flame,
Perform your part with joy the same.

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