Chapter D: W. Whittle (2)

3 While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be thou my Guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From thee aside.

4 When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold, sullen stream Shall o'er me roll, Blest Savior! then, in love, Fear and distrust remove; Oh! bear me safe above, A ransomed soul!

Ray Palmer, 1830.

308 New Haven. 6s & 4s.

_Jesus, My Lord._ (586)

Jesus, thy name I love, All other names above, Jesus, my Lord! Oh, thou art all to me! Nothing to please I see, Nothing apart from thee, Jesus, my Lord!

2 When unto thee I flee, Thou wilt my refuge be, Jesus, my Lord! What need I now to fear? What earthly grief or care, Since thou art ever near, Jesus, my Lord!

3 Soon thou wilt come again! I shall be happy then, Jesus, my Lord! Then thine own face I'll see, Then I shall like thee be, Then evermore with thee, Jesus, my Lord!

J.G. Deck, 1837.

309 Every Day and Hour. P.M.

_Nearness to Christ._

Savior, more than life to me, I am clinging, clinging close to thee; Let thy precious blood applied, Keep me ever, ever near thy side.

Cho.--Every day, every hour,
Let me feel thy cleansing power;
May thy tender love to me;
Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to thee.

2 Thro' this changing world below, Lead me gently, gently as I go; Trusting thee, I cannot stray, I can never, never lose my way.

3 Let me love thee more and more, Till this fleeting, fleeting life is o'er; Till my soul is lost in love, In a brighter, brighter world above.

Fanny J. Crosby.

310 Bethany. 6s & 4s.

_Love to Christ Desired._ (584)

More love to thee, O Christ, More love to thee! Hear thou the prayer I make On bended knee: This is my earnest plea-- More love, O Christ, to thee! More love to thee!

2 Once earthly joy I craved-- Sought peace and rest; Now thee alone I seek: Give what is best. This all my prayer shall be-- More love, O Christ, to thee; More love to thee!

3 Then shall my latest breath Whisper thy praise; This be the parting cry My heart shall raise-- This still its prayer shall be, More love, O Christ, to thee! More love to thee!

Mrs. E.P. Prentiss, 1869.

311 Bethany. 6s & 4s.

_Nearer to God._ (709)

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 send'st to me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God! to thee,-- Nearer to thee.

4 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.

Mrs. Sarah Flower Adams, 1841.

312 Hope. 6s & 4s.

_Parting with the World._ (582)

Fade, fade, each earthly joy, Jesus is mine: Break ev'ry mortal tie; Jesus is mine. Dark is the wilderness, Distant the resting-place; Jesus alone can bless, Jesus is mine.

2 Tempt not my soul away: Jesus is mine: Here would I ever stay; Jesus is mine: Perishing things of clay, Born but for one brief day! Pass from my heart away, Jesus is mine.

3 Farewell, ye dreams of night! Jesus is mine: Mine is a dawning bright, Jesus is mine: All that my soul has tried, Left but a dismal void; Jesus has satisfied; Jesus is mine.

4 Farewell, mortality! Jesus is mine: Welcome, eternity! Jesus is mine: Welcome, ye scenes of rest! Welcome, ye mansions blest! Welcome a Savior's breast; Jesus is mine.

Mrs. Horatius Bonar, 1845.

313 Hendon. 7s.

_Jesus a Joy._

Ask ye what great thing I know That delights and stirs me so? What the high reward I win? Whose the name I glory in? Jesus Christ, the crucified.

2 What is faith's foundation strong? What awakes my lips to song? He who bore my sinful load, Purchased for me peace with God; Jesus Christ, the crucified.

3 Who is life in life to me? Who the death of death will be? Who will place me on his right With the countless hosts of light? Jesus Christ, the crucified.

4 This is that great thing I know; This delights and stirs me so; Faith in him who died to save, Him who triumphed o'er the grave, Jesus Christ, the crucified.

Rev. B. H. Kennedy, 1863.

314 Woodworth. L.M.

_Ecstasy in Christ._ (554)

Oh, that I could forever dwell
Delighted at the Savior's feet,
Behold the form I love so well,
And all his tender words repeat.

2 The world shut out from all my soul,
And heaven brought in with all its bliss,
Oh! is there aught, from pole to pole,
One moment to compare with this?

3 This is the hidden life I prize,
A life of penitential love,
When most my follies I despise,
And raise my highest thoughts above.

4 When all I am I clearly see,
And freely own with deepest shame;
When the Redeemer's love to me
Kindles within a deathless flame.

5 Thus would I live till nature fail
And all my former sins forsake;
Then rise to God within the veil,
And of eternal joys partake.

Andrew Reed, 1841.

315 Revive Us Again. 10s & 11s.

_Praise for Salvation._ (529)

We praise thee, O God! for the Son of thy love, For Jesus who died, and is now gone above.

Cho.--Hallelujah! thine the glory,
Hallelujah! Amen.
Hallelujah! thine the glory,
Revive us again.

2 We praise thee, O God! for thy Spirit of light, Who has shown us our Savior, and scattered our night.

3 All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain, Who has borne all our sins, and has cleansed ev'ry stain.

4 All glory and praise to the God of all grace, Who has bought us, and sought us, and guided our ways.

5 Revive us again; fill each heart with thy love; May each soul be rekindled with fire from above.

Wm. P. Mackay, 1866.

316 Revive Us Again. 10s & 11s.

_Rejoicing in Christ._

Rejoice and be glad the Redeemer has come! Go look on his cradle, his cross and his tomb.

Cho.--Sound his praises, tell the story,
Of him who was slain,
Sound his praises, tell with gladness,
He liveth again.

2 Rejoice and be glad: for the blood has been shed; Redemption is finished, the price has been paid.

3 Rejoice and be glad: for the Lamb that was slain, O'er death is triumphant, and liveth again.

4 Rejoice and be glad: for our King is on high; He pleadeth for us on his throne in the sky.

5 Rejoice and be glad: for he cometh again-- He cometh in glory, the Lamb that was slain.

H. Bonar, 1874.

317 Welcome Voice. S.M.

_Going on to Perfection._

I hear thy welcome voice
That calls me, Lord, to thee
For cleansing in thy precious blood
That flowed on Calvary.

Cho.--I am coming, Lord!
Coming now to thee!
Wash me, cleanse me, in the blood
That flowed on Calvary.

2 Tho' coming weak and vile,
Thou dost my strength assure;
Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse,
Till spotless all and pure.

3 'Tis Jesus calls me on
To perfect faith and love,
To perfect hope, and peace, and trust,
For earth and heaven above.

4 'Tis Jesus who confirms
The blessed work within,
By adding grace to welcomed grace,
Where reigned the power of sin.

6 And he the witness gives
To loyal hearts and free,
That every promise is fulfilled,
If faith but brings the plea.

6 All hail, atoning blood!
All hail, redeeming grace!
All hail, the gift of Christ, our Lord,
Our strength and righteousness!

Rev. L. Hartsough.

318 Welcome Voice. S.M.

_Christ the Guide and Counselor._ (688)

Jesus, my truth, my way,
My sure, unerring light,
On thee my feeble steps I stay,
Which thou wilt guide aright.

2 My wisdom and my guide,
My counselor thou art;
Oh, never let me leave thy side,
Or from thy paths depart.

3 Never will I remove
Out of thy hands my cause;
But rest in thy redeeming love,
And hang upon thy cross.

4 Oh, make me all like thee,
Before I hence remove;
Settle, confirm, and 'stablish me--
And build me up in love.

Charles Wesley.

319 Loving Kindness. L.M.

_Loving Kindness._ (699)

Awake, my soul, to joyful lays, And sing thy great Redeemer's praise; He justly claims a song from me, His loving kindness, oh, how free!

2 He saw me ruined in the fall, Yet loved me notwithstanding all; He saved me from my lost estate-- His loving kindness, oh, how great!

3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes-- Though earth and hell my way oppose; He safely leads my soul along-- His loving kindness, oh, how strong!

4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gathered thick and thundered loud, He near my soul has always stood-- His loving kindness, oh, how good!

S. Medley, 1787.

320 Loving Kindness. L.M.

_Love Which Passeth Knowledge._

Of him who did salvation bring, I could forever think and sing; Arise, ye needy, he'll relieve; Arise, ye guilty, he'll forgive.

2 Ask but his grace, and lo, 'tis given! Ask, and he turns your hell to heaven; Though sin and sorrow wound my soul, Jesus, thy balm will make me whole.

3 'Tis thee I love, for thee alone, I shed my tears, and make my moan! Where'er I am, where'er I move, I meet the object of my love.

4 Insatiate to this spring I fly; I drink, and yet am ever dry; Ah! who against thy charms is proof? Ah, who that loves can love enough?

Bernard of Clairvaux,
tr. by A.W. Boehm, 1712

321 The Solid Rock. L.M.

_The Sure Foundation._

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus' blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus' name.

Cho.--On Christ, the Solid Rock, I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand.

2 When darkness veils his lovely face,
I rest on his unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the vail.

3 His oath, his covenant, his blood,
Support me in the whelming flood;
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.

4 When he shall come with trumpet sound.
O, may I then in him be found;
Dressed in his righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.

Rev. Edward Mote, 1825.

322 How Can I but Love Him? 6s & 5s.

_The Exceeding Love of Christ._

So tender, so precious.
My Savior to me;
So true, and so gracious,
I've found him to be.

Ref.--How can I but love him?
But love him, but love him?
There's no friend above him,
Poor sinner, for thee.

2 So patient, so kindly
Toward all of my ways;
I blunder so blindly,
He love still repays.

3 Of all friends the fairest
And truest is he;
His love is the rarest,
That ever can be.

4 His beauty, tho' bleeding
And circled with thorns,
Is then most exceeding;
For grief him adorns.

J.E. Rankin, D.D.

323 My Beloved, 11s & 8s.

_My Beloved._

O thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight,
On whom in affliction I call;
My comfort by day, and my song in the night,
My hope, my salvation, my all.

2 Where dost thou at noon-tide resort with thy sheep,
To feed in the pastures of love?
And why in the valley of death should I weep,
Or alone in the wilderness rove?

3 O, why should I wander an alien from thee,
Or cry in the desert for bread?
Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see,
And smile at the tears I have shed.

4 He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice,
And myriads wait for his word;
He speaks, and eternity, fill'd with his voice,
Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.

Jos. Swain, 1792.

324 De Fleury. 8s. D

_The Presence of Christ Desired._

How tedious and tasteless the hours
When Jesus no longer I see!
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers
Have lost all their sweetness to me:
The midsummer sun shines but dim;
The fields strive in vain to look gay;
But when I am happy in him,
December's as pleasant as May.

2 His name yields the richest perfume,
And sweeter than music his voice;
His presence disperses my gloom,
And makes all within me rejoice:
I should, were he always so nigh,
Have nothing to wish or to fear;
No mortal so happy as I;
My summer would last all the year.

3 Content with beholding his face,
My all to his pleasure resigned,
No changes of season or place
Would make any change in my mind:
While blest with a sense of his love,
A palace a toy would appear;
And prisons would palaces prove,
If Jesus would dwell with me there.

4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine,
If thou art my sun and my song,
Say, why do I languish and pine?
And why are my winters so long?
O, drive these dark clouds from my sky;
Thy soul-cheering presence restore;
Or take me unto thee on high,
Where winter and clouds are no more.

John Newton.

325 De Fleury. 8s. D

_Phil. 1:23._ (571)

My Savior, whom absent I love,
Whom, not having seen, I adore
Whose name is exalted above
All glory, dominion, and power,--
Dissolve thou these bands that detain
My soul from her portion in thee;
Ah! strike off this adamant chain,
And make me eternally free!

2 When that happy era begins,
When arrayed in thy glories I shine,
Nor grieve any more, by my sins,
The bosom on which I recline,
Oh! then shall the veil be removed,
And round me thy brightness be poured!
I shall meet him, whom absent I loved,
I shall see, whom unseen I adored.

3 And then, nevermore shall the fears,
The trials, temptations, and woes,
Which darken this valley of tears,
Intrude on my blissful repose;
To Jesus, the crown of my hope,
My soul is in haste to be gone;
Oh! bear me, ye cherubim, up,
And waft me away to his throne!

W. Cowper.

326 I Need Thee Every Hour. P.M.

_Need of Christ._

I need thee ev'ry hour,
Most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like thine
Can peace afford.

Cho.--I need thee, oh, I need thee,
Ev'ry hour I need thee;
Oh, bless me now, my Savior
I come to thee.

2 I need thee ev'ry hour;
Stay thou near by;
Temptations lose their power
When thou art nigh.

3 I need thee ev'ry hour,
In joy or pain;
Come quickly and abide,
Or life is vain.

4 I need thee ev'ry hour;
Teach me thy will;
And thy rich promises
In me fulfill.

5 I need thee ev'ry hour,
Most Holy One;
Oh, make me thine indeed,
Thou blessed Son.

Annie S. Hawks.

327 De Fleury. 8s. D

_Altogether Lovely._ (572)

My gracious Redeemer I love,
His praises aloud I'll proclaim:
And join with the armies above,
To shout his adorable name.
To gaze on his glories divine
Shall be my eternal employ;
To see them incessantly shine,
My boundless, ineffable joy.

2 He freely redeemed with his blood
My soul from the confines of hell,
To live on the smiles of my God,
And in his sweet presence to dwell:--
To shine with the angels in light,
With saints and with seraphs to sing,
To view, with eternal delight,
My Jesus, my Savior, my King!

B. Francis.

328 The Lily of the Valley. P.M.

_The Abiding Friend._

I have found a friend in Jesus, he's everything to me,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul;
The Lily of the Valley, in him alone I see
All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole.
In sorrow he's my comfort, in trouble he's my stay,
He tells me ev'ry care on him to roll.
He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.

2 He all my griefs has taken, and all my sorrows borne;
In temptation he's my strong and mighty tower;
I have all for him forsaken, and all my idols torn
From my heart, and now he keeps me by his power.
Tho' all the world forsake me, and Satan tempt me sore,
Thro' Jesus I shall safely reach the goal.
He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.

3 He will never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here,
While I live by faith and do his blessed will;
A wall of fire about me, I've nothing now to fear,
With his manna he my hungry soul shall fill.
Then sweeping up to glory to see his blessed face,
Where rivers of delight shall ever roll.
He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star,
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.

329 Glory to His Name. P.M.

_Praise to Christ._

Down at the cross where my Savior died.
Down where for cleansing from sin I cried;
There to my heart was the blood applied;
Glory to his name.

Cho.--Glory to his name,
Glory to his name,
There to my heart was the blood applied,
Glory to his name.

2 I am so wondrously saved from sin,
Jesus so sweetly abides within;
There at the cross where he took me in;
Glory to his name.

3 Oh, precious fountain that saves from sin,
I am so glad, I have entered in;
There Jesus saves me and keeps me clean;
Glory to his name.

4 Come to this fountain, so rich and sweet,
Cast thy poor soul at the Savior's feet;
Plunge in to-day and be made complete;
Glory to his name.

Rev. E.A. Hoffman.

330 Balerma. C.M.

_Lamenting the Absence of the Spirit._ (625)

Oh, for a closer walk with God!
A calm and heavenly frame!
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!

2 Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I then enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But now I find an aching void
The world can never fill.

4 Return, oh, holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from, my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whatever that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

W. Cowper, 1772.

331 Balerma. C.M.

_A Perfect Heart._ (645)

Oh, for a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free--
A heart that always feels thy blood,
So freely spilt for me;--

2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek,
My great Redeemer's throne,
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone.

3 Oh, for a lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean,
Which neither life nor death can part
From him that dwells within;--

4 A heart in every thought renewed,
And full of love divine;
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of thine.

5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart;
Come quickly from above;
Write thy new name upon my heart--
Thy new, best name of Love.

Charles Wesley. 1742.

332 Balerma. C.M.

_Triumphant Grace._ (847)

Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved:
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed!

3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares
I have already come;
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

4 The Lord has promised good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.

333 Evan. C.M.

_The Peace of God._ (725)

We bless thee for thy peace, O God
Deep as the soundless sea,
Which falls like sunshine on the road
Of those who trust in thee.

2 That peace which suffers and is strong,
Trusts where it cannot see,
Deems not the trial way too long,
But leaves the end with thee;--

3 That peace which flows serene and deep,
A river in the soul,
Whose banks a living verdure keep;
God's sunshine o'er the whole.

4 Such, Father! give our hearts such peace,
Whate'er the outward be,
Till all life's discipline shall cease,
And we go home to thee.

Anon. 1862.

334 Varina. C.M. D.

_The Voice of Jesus._ (666)

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"Come unto me and rest;
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down
Thy head upon my breast."

2 I came to Jesus as I was,
Weary, and worn, and sad;
I found in him a resting-place,
And he has made me glad.

3 I heard the voice of Jesus say
"Behold! I freely give
The living water; thirsty one!
Stoop down, and drink, and live."

4 I came to Jesus, and I drank
Of that life-giving stream;
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,
And now I live in him.

5 I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"I am this dark world's Light;
Look unto me; thy morn shall rise,
And all thy day be bright."

6 I looked to Jesus, and I found,
In him my Star, my Sun;
And, in that light of life, I'll walk
Till traveling days are done.

Horatius Bonar, 1857.

335 Dennis. S.M.

_The Lord's Guardianship._ (855)

How gentle God's commands!
How kind his precepts are!
Come, cast your burdens on the Lord,
And trust his constant care.

2 His bounty will provide;
His saints securely dwell;
That hand which bears creation up,
Shall guard his children well.

3 Why should this anxious load
Press down your weary mind?
Oh, seek your heavenly Father's throne,
And peace and comfort find.

4 His Goodness Stands approved,
Unchanged from day to day;
I'll drop my burden at his feet,
And bear a song away.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

336 Dennis. S.M.

_Grace.--Eph. 2:8._ (744)

Grace! 'tis a charming sound
Harmonious to the ear!
Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contrived a way
To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.

3 Grace led my roving feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet
While pressing on to God.

4 Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone;
And well deserves the praise.

Philip Doddridge, 1755.

337 Dennis. S.M.

_Adoption.--I. John 3:1-3._ (742)

Behold what wondrous grace
The Father has bestowed
On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!

2 Nor doth it yet appear
How great we must be made;
But when we see our Savior there,
We shall be like our Head.

3 A hope so much divine
May trials well endure,
May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ the Lord is pure.

4 If in my Father's love
I share a filial part,
Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.

5 We would no longer lie
Like slaves beneath the throne;
Our faith shall Abba, Father! cry
And thou the kindred own.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

338 Nettleton. 8s & 7s.

_Memorial of Praise._ (617)

Come, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount--I'm fixed upon it,
Mount of thy redeeming love.

2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer,
Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God,
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.

3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wand'ring heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love--
Here's my heart, oh, take and seal it;
Seal it for thy courts above.

Robert Robinson, 1758.

339 Braden. S.M.

_The Lord's Pity._ (188)

The pity of the Lord,
To those that fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel;
He knows our feeble frame.

2 He knows we are but dust,
Scattered with ev'ry breath;
His anger, like a rising wind,
Can send us swift to death.

3 Our days are as the grass,
Or like the morning flow'r;
If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,
It withers in an hour.

4 But thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And children's children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.

Isaac Watts. 1719.

340 Refuge. 7s. D.

_The Only Refuge._ (532)

Jesus, Lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high!
Hide me, O my Savior, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last!

2 Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on thee:
Leave, O, leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me:
All my trust on thee is stayed,
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head
With the shadow of thy wing!

3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name,
I am all unrighteousness:
False and full of sin I am,
Thou art full of truth and grace.

4 Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin:
Let the healing streams abound:
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee:
Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.

Charles Wesley, 1740.

341 Pilot. 7s.

_Savior, Pilot Me._

Jesus, Savior, pilot me, Over life's tempestuous sea; Unknown waves before me roll, Hiding rock and treach'rous shoal; Chart and compass come from thee; Jesus, Savior, pilot me.

2 As a mother stills her child, Thou canst hush the ocean wild; Boist'rous waves obey thy will, When thou say'st to them "Be still!" Wondrous Sov'reign of the sea, Jesus, Savior, pilot me.

3 When at last I near the shore, And the fearful breakers roar 'Twixt me and the peaceful rest, Then, while leaning on thy breast, May I hear thee say to me, "Fear not, I will pilot thee!"

Rev. Edward Hopper

342 Fulton. 7s.

(577)

Savior! teach me, day by day, Love's sweet lesson to obey; Sweeter lesson cannot be, Loving him who first loved me.

2 With a child-like heart of love, At thy bidding may I move; Prompt to serve and follow thee, Loving him who first loved me.

3 Teach me all thy steps to trace, Strong to follow in thy grace; Learning how to love from thee, Loving him who first loved me.

4 Love in loving finds employ-- In obedience all her joy; Ever new that joy will be, Loving him who first loved me.

Miss Jane E. Leeson, 1842.

343 Oriel. L.M.

_Contentment.--Phil. 4:11._ (730)

O Lord, how full of sweet content Our years of pilgrimage are spent! Where'er we dwell, we dwell with thee, In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.

2 To us remains nor place nor time; Our country is in every clime: We can be calm and free from care On any shore, since God is there.

3 While place we seek, or place we shun, The soul finds happiness in none; But with our God to guide our way, 'Tis equal joy to go or stay.

4 Could we be cast where thou art not, That were indeed a dreadful lot; But regions none remote we call, Secure of finding God in all.

Mad. Guyon.

344 Newcomer. L.M.

_Completeness.--Col. 2:10._ (730)

Complete in thee! no work of mine May take, dear Lord, the place of thine; Thy blood has pardon bought for me, And I am now complete in thee.

2 Complete in thee--no more shall sin Thy grace has conquered, reign within; Thy voice will bid the tempter flee, And I shall stand complete in thee.

3 Complete in thee--each want supplied, And no good thing to me denied, Since thou my portion, Lord, wilt be, I ask no more--complete in thee.

4 Dear Savior! when before thy bar All tribes and tongues assembled are. Among thy chosen may I be At thy right hand--complete in thee.

A.R.W.

345 Waring. 7s & 6s. D.

_Safe in Jesus._ (696)

In heavenly love abiding,
No change my heart shall fear,
And safe is such confiding,
For nothing changes here,
The storm may roar without me,
My heart may low be laid,
But God is round about me,--
And can I be dismayed?

2 Wherever he may guide me,
No want shall turn me back:
My Shepherd is beside me,
And nothing can I lack;
His wisdom ever waketh,
His sight is never dim,
He knows the way he taketh,
And I will walk with him.

3 Green pastures are before me,
Which yet I have not seen;
Bright skies will soon be o'er me,
Where darkest clouds have been;
My hope I cannot measure,
My path to life is free;
My Savior has my treasure,
And he will walk with me.

Anna Letitia Waring, 1850.

346 Waring. 7s & 6s. D.

_Light After Darkness._

Sometimes a light surprises
The Christian while he sings:
It is the Lord who rises
With healing on his wings;
When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul again
A season of clear shining,
To cheer it after rain.

2 In holy contemplation,
We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God's salvation,
And find it ever new:
Set free from present sorrow,
We cheerfully can say,
Let the unknown to-morrow
Bring with it what it may.

Wm. Cowper.

347 Showers of Blessing. P.M.

_The Promise of Blessing_

"There shall be showers of blessing;"
This is the promise of love;
There shall be seasons refreshing,
Sent from the Savior above.

Cho.--Showers, showers of blessing,
Showers of blessing we need;
Mercy-drops round us are falling,
But for the showers we plead.

2 "There shall be showers of blessing;"--
Precious reviving again;
Over the hills and the valleys,
Sound of abundance of rain.

3 "There shall be showers of blessing;"
Send them upon us, O Lord!
Grant to us now a refreshing,
Come, and now honor thy Word.

4 "There shall be showers of blessing;"
Oh, that to-day they might fall,
Now as to God we're confessing,
Now as on Jesus we call!

D.W. Whittle.

348 Oh, Sing of His Mighty Love. 11s.

_The Mighty Love._ (706)

Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the free! I plunge in the crimson tide opened for me! O'er sin and uncleanness exulting I stand, And point to the print of the nails in his hand.

Cho.--Oh, sing of his mighty love,
Sing of his mighty love,
Sing of his mighty love, mighty to save.

2 Oh, bliss of the purified! Jesus is mine! No longer in dread condemnation I pine: In conscious salvation I sing of his grace, Who lifteth upon me the smiles of his face.

3 Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the pure! No wound hath the soul that his blood cannot cure; No sorrow-bowed head but may sweetly find rest; No tears but may dry them on Jesus' breast.

4 Oh, Jesus, the crucified! thee will I sing! My blessed Redeemer! my God and my King; My soul, filled with rapture, shall shout o'er the grave, And triumph in death in the mighty to save.

Rev. F. Bottome.

349 As Pants the Hart. C.M.

_Desire for Communion._ (660)

As pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase,
So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.

Cho.--As pants the hart for cooling streams,
So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee;
As pants the hart for cooling streams,
So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee.

2 For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;
Oh, when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty divine?

3 I sigh to think of happier days,
When thou, O Lord, wast nigh,
When ev'ry heart was tuned to praise,
And none more blest than I.

4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God, and thou shalt sing
His praise again, and find him still
Thy health's eternal spring.

Henry F. Lyte, 1834.

350 Hide Thou Me. P.M.

_Safe in Christ._

In thy cleft, O Rock of Ages, Hide thou me; When the fitful tempest rages, Hide thou me; Where no mortal arm can sever From my heart thy love forever, Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages, Safe in thee.

2 From, the snare of sinful pleasure Hide thou me; Thou, my soul's eternal treasure, Hide thou me; When the world its power is wielding, And my heart is almost yielding, Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages, Safe in thee.

3 In the lonely night of sorrow, Hide thou me; Till in glory dawns the morrow, Hide thou me; In the sight of Jordan's billow, Let thy bosom be my pillow, Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages, Safe in thee.

Fannie J. Crosby.

351 As Pants the Hart. C.M.

_Godly Sincerity.--Eph. 5:8._ (724)

Walk in the light! so shalt thou know
That fellowship of love,
His Spirit only can bestow,
Who reigns in light above.

2 Walk in the light! and thou shalt find
Thy heart made truly his,
Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined,
In whom no darkness is.

3 Walk in the light! and ev'n the tomb
No fearful shade shall wear;
Glory shall chase away its gloom,
For Christ hath conquered there.

4 Walk in the light! and thou shalt see
Thy path, though thorny, bright,
For God by grace shall dwell in thee,
And God himself is light.

Bernard Barton.

352 The Child of a King.

_Adoption._

My Father is rich in houses and lands. He holdeth the wealth of the world in his hands! Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold, His coffers are full, he has riches untold.

Cho.--I'm the child of a King,
The child of a King,
With Jesus, my Savior,
I'm the child of a King.

2 My Father's own Son, the Savior so fair, Once wandered on earth human sorrow to share: But now he is reigning forever on high, He'll give us a home in the sweet by and by.

3 I once was an outcast stranger on earth, A sinner by choice and an "alien" by birth! But I've been "adopted," my name's written down: An heir to a mansion, a robe, and a crown.

4 A tent or a cottage, why should I care? They're building a palace for me over there! Tho' exiled from home, yet my glad heart can sing: All glory to God, I'm the child of a King.

Hattie E. Buell. Arr.

353 Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me. 8s & 6s.

_Divine Care._

Amid the trials which I meet,
Amid the thorns that pierce my feet,
One thought remains supremely sweet,
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!

Cho.--Thou thinkest, Lord, of me,
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me,
What need I fear when thou art near,
And thinkest, Lord, of me.

2 The cares of life come thronging fast
Upon my soul their shadow cast;
Their gloom reminds my heart at last,
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!

3 Let shadows come, let shadows go,
Let life be bright or dark with woe,
I am content, for this I know,
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!

E.S. Lorenz

354 Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me. 8s & 6s.

_Plead for Me._ (633)

O thou, the contrite sinner's Friend, Who loving, lov'st them to the end, On this alone my hopes depend That thou wilt plead for me.

Cho.--O Savior, plead for me,
O Savior, plead for me,
On this alone my hopes depend
That thou wilt plead for me.

2 When weary in the Christian race, Far off appears my resting place, And, fainting, I mistrust thy grace, Then, Savior, plead for me.

3 When I have erred and gone astray, Afar from thine and wisdom's way, And see no glimmering, guiding ray, Still, Savior, plead for me.

4 When Satan, by my sins made bold, Strives from thy cross to loose my hold, Then with thy pitying arms enfold, And plead, oh, plead for me!

5 And when my dying hour draws near, Darkened with anguish, guilt and fear, Then to my fainting sight appear, Pleading in heaven for me.

Charlotte Elliott.

355 Hamburg. L.M.

_Heb. 12:6._ (852)

I cannot always trace the way
Where thou, Almighty One, dost move;
But I can always, always say,
That God is love, that God is love.

2 When fear her chilling mantle flings
O'er earth, my soul to heaven above,
As to her native home, upsprings,
For God is love, for God is love.

3 When mystery clouds my darkened path,
I'll check my dread, my doubts reprove;
In this my soul sweet comfort hath,
That God is love, that God is love.

4. Yes, God is love;--a thought like this
Can every gloomy thought remove,
And turn all tears, all woes, to bliss,
For God is love, for God is love.

Anon.

356 Ward. L.M.

_Psalm 46._ (849)

God is the refuge of his saints,
When storms of sharp distress invade.
Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold him present with his aid.

2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled
Down to the deep, and buried there;
Convulsions shake the solid world;--
Our faith shall never yield to fear.

3 There is a stream whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God;
Life, love, and joy still gliding through,
And watering our divine abode:--

4 That sacred stream, thy holy word,--
That all our raging fear controls:
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

357 Sessions. L.M.

_The Offices of Faith._

Faith is a living pow'r from heaven Which grasps the promise God has given; Securely fixed on Christ alone, A trust that cannot be o'erthrown.

2 Faith finds in Christ whate'er we need To save and strengthen, guide and feed; Strong in his grace, it joys to share His cross, in hope his crown to wear.

3 Faith to the conscience whispers peace, And bids the mourner's sighing cease; By faith the children's right we claim, And call upon our Father's name.

4 Such faith in us, O God, implant, And to our prayers thy favor grant; In Jesus Christ, thy saving Son, Who is our fount of health alone.

Anon., 1531.

358 Elliott. 8s & 4s.

_Submission to Divine Will._

My God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home, in life's rough way, Oh, teach me from my heart to say, "Thy will be done!"

2 If thou should'st call me to resign What most I prize--it ne'er was mine-- I only yield thee what was thine-- "Thy will be done!"

3 If but my fainting heart be blest With thy sweet Spirit for its guest, My God! to thee I leave the rest-- "Thy will be done!"

4 Renew my will from day to day; Blend it with thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, "Thy will be done!"

5 Then, when on earth I breathe no more The pray'r, oft mixed with tears before, I'll sing upon a happier shore, "Thy will be done!"

Charlotte Elliott, 1834.

359 Lisbon. S.M.

_The Cross and Crown._ (858)

Oh! what, if we are Christ's,
Is earthly shame or loss?
Bright shall the crown of glory be
When we have borne the cross.

2 Keen was the trial once,
Bitter the cup of woe,
When martyred saints, baptized in blood,
Christ's sufferings shared below.

3 Bright is their glory now,
Boundless their joy above,
Where, on the bosom of their God,
They rest in perfect love.

4 Lord! may that grace be ours,
Like them, in faith, to bear
All that of sorrow, grief, or pain
May be our portion here.

Henry W. Baker, 1852.

360 Lisbon. S.M.

_God Our Shepherd.--Ps. 23._ (859)

The Lord my Shepherd is;
I shall be well supplied:
Since he is mine, and I am his,
What can I want beside?

2 He leads me to the place
Where heavenly pasture grows,
Where living waters gently pass,
And full salvation flows.

3 If e'er I go astray,
He doth my soul reclaim,
And guides me, in his own right way,
For his most holy name.

4 While he affords his aid,
I cannot yield to fear;
Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade,
My Shepherd's with me there.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

361 Lisbon. S.M.

_Psalm 37:3-7._ (745)

Here I can firmly rest;
I dare to boast of this,
That God, the highest and the best,
My Friend and Father is.

2 Naught have I of my own,
Naught in the life I lead;
What Christ hath given, that alone
I dare in faith to plead.

3 I rest upon the ground
Of Jesus and his blood;
It is through him that I have found
My soul's eternal good.

4 At cost of all I have,
At cost of life and limb,
I cling to God who yet shall save;
I will not turn from him.

5 His Spirit in me dwells,
O'er all my mind he reigns;
My care and sadness he dispels,
And soothes away my pains.

6 He prospers day by day
His work within my heart,
Till I have strength and faith to say,
Thou, God, my Father art!

Paul Gerhardt, 1650.
Tr. by Miss C. Winkworth, 1855.

362 Segur. 8s, 7s, & 4s.

_Through the Desert._ (807)

Guide me, oh thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim thro' this barren land;
I am weak, but thou art mighty;
Hold me with thy powerful hand.
Bread of heaven,
Feed me till I want no more.

2 Open now thy crystal fountain,
Whence the healing streams do flow,
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar,
Lead me all my journey thro';
Strong deliverer,
Be thou still my strength and shield.

3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Foe to death and hell's destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan's side;
Songs of praises,
I will ever give to thee.

William Williams, 1774.

363 Lisbon. S.M.

_Hope Thou in God._ (860)

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, and clouds, and storms,
He gently clears the way;
Wait thou his time; so shall this night
Soon end in joyous day.

3 What, though thou rulest not?
Yet heaven, and earth, and hell
Proclaim,--God sitteth on the throne,
And ruleth all things well.

4 Leave to his sovereign sway
To choose and to command;
So shalt thou wondering own, his way
How wise, how strong his hand!

Ger., Paul Gerhardt, 1666. Tr. John Wesley, 1739.

364 Peterborough. C.M.

_Unwavering Faith._ (713)

Oh! for a faith that will not shrink,
Though pressed by every foe;
That will not tremble on the brink
Of any earthly woe!--

2 That will not murmur nor complain,
Beneath the chastening rod,
But, in the hour of grief or pain,
Will lean upon its God;--

3 A faith that shines more bright and clear
When tempests rage without;
That, when in danger, knows no fear,
In darkness, feels no doubt;--

4 A faith that keeps the narrow way
Till life's last hour is fled,
And, with a pure and heavenly ray,
Lights up a dying bed!

5 Lord! give us such a faith as this;
And then, whate'er may come,
We'll taste, ev'n here, the hallowed bliss
Of an eternal home.

William H. Bathurst, 1831.

365 Naomi. C.M.

_Resignation._ (841)

Father! whate'er of earthly bliss
Thy sovereign hand denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace,
Let this petition rise:--

2 "Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From every murmur free;
The blessings of thy grace impart,
And let me live to thee.

3 "Let the sweet hope that thou art mine
My path of life attend;
Thy presence through my journey shine,
And bless its happy end."

Anne Steele, 1760.

366 Horton. 7s.

_Eternal Faithfulness._ (861)

Cast thy burden on the Lord,
Only lean upon his word;
Thou wilt soon have cause to bless
His eternal faithfulness.

2 He sustains thee by his hand,
He enables thee to stand;
Those whom Jesus once hath loved,
From his grace are never moved.

3 Heaven and earth may pass away,
God's free grace shall not decay;
He hath promised to fulfill
All the pleasure of his will.

4 Jesus! Guardian of thy flock,
Be thyself our constant Rock;
Make us, by thy powerful hand,
Strong as Zion's mountain stand.

Rowland Hill, 1783.

367 The Lord Will Provide. P.M.

_Divine Providence._

In some way or other The Lord will provide; It may not be my way, It may not be thy way, And yet in his own way, The Lord will provide.

2 At some time or other The Lord will provide; It may not be my time, It may not be thy time, And yet in his own time, The Lord will provide.

3 Despond then no longer, The Lord will provide; And this be the token-- No word he hath spoken, Was ever yet broken, The Lord will provide.

4 March on, then, right boldly The sea shall divide; The pathway made glorious With shoutings victorious, We'll join in the chorus, The Lord will provide.

Mrs. M.A.W. Cook.

368 Consolation. 11s.

_Heb. 12:2._ (866)

Oh, eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore! Look off unto Jesus, now sorrow no more! The light of his countenance shineth so bright, That here, as in heaven, there need be no night.

2 While looking to Jesus, my heart cannot fear; I tremble no more when I see Jesus near; I know that his presence my safeguard will be, For, "Why are you troubled?" he saith unto me.

3 Still looking to Jesus, O, may I be found, When Jordan's dark waters encompass me round! They bear me away in his presence to be; I see him still nearer whom always I see.

4 Then, then shall I know the full beauty and grace Of Jesus, my Lord, when I stand face to face; Shall know how his love went before me each day, And wonder that ever my eyes turned away.

369 Foundation. 11s.

_Precious Promises._ (867)

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word: What more can he say than to you he has said, You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?

2 In every condition--in sickness, in health, In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth, At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea-- As your days may demand, so your succor shall be.

3 Fear not: I am with you, O be not dismayed; I, I am your God, and will still give you aid; I'll strengthen you, help you, and cause you to stand, Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.

4 When through the deep waters I cause you to go, The rivers of sorrow shall not you o'erflow; For I will be with you, your troubles to bless, And sanctify to you your deepest distress.

5 When through fiery trials your pathway shall lie, My grace, all-sufficient, shall be your supply; The flame shall not hurt you; I only design Your dross to consume, and your gold to refine.

6 E'en down to old age all my people shall prove My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love; And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn, Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.

7 The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose, I will not, I cannot desert to his foes; That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, I'll never, no never, no never forsake.

Geo. Keith, 1787.

370 Safe in the Arms of Jesus. P.M.

_Hid with Christ._

Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on his gentle breast,
There by his love o'ershaded,
Sweetly my soul shall rest.
Hark! 'tis the voice of angels,
Borne in a song to me,
Over the fields of glory,
Over the jasper sea.

Cho.--Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on his gentle breast,
There by his love o'ershaded,
Sweetly my soul shall rest.

2 Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe from corroding care,
Safe from the world's temptations
Sin cannot harm me there.
Free from the blight of sorrow,
Free from my doubts and fears;
Only a few more trials,
Only a few more tears!

3 Jesus, my heart's dear refuge,
Jesus has died for me;
Firm on the Rock of Ages
Ever my trust shall be.
Here let me wait with patience,
Wait till the night is o'er;
Wait till I see the morning
Break on the golden shore.

Fanny J. Crosby.

371 He Leadeth Me. L.M.

_Divine Guidance_

He leadeth me! oh! blessed tho't, Oh! words with heav'nly comfort fraught; Whate'er I do, where'er I be, Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.

Ref.--He leadeth me! he leadeth me!
By his own hand he leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be,
For by his hand he leadeth me.

2 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, By waters still, o'er troubled sea-- Still 'tis his hand that leadeth me.

3 Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine. Nor ever murmur or repine-- Content, whatever lot I see, Since 'tis my God that leadeth me.

4 And when my task on earth is done, When by thy grace, the vict'ry's won, E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, Since God thro' Jordan leadeth me.

Rev. Jos. H. Gilmore, 1861.

372 Jewett. 6s. D.

_Mark 14:36._ (864)

My Jesus, as thou wilt--
O may thy will be mine!
Into thy hand of love
I would my all resign;
Through sorrow, or through joy,
Conduct me as thine own,
And help me still to say,
My Lord, thy will be done!

2 My Jesus, as thou wilt--
If needy here and poor,
Give me thy people's bread,
Their portion rich and sure;
The manna of thy word,
Let my soul feed upon,
And, if all else should fail,
My Lord, thy will be done!

3 My Jesus, as thou wilt--
If among thorns I go,
Still sometimes here and there
Let a few roses blow.
But thou, on earth, along
The thorny path hast gone:
Then lead me after thee;
My Lord, thy will be done!

Benjamin Schmolke. Tr. by Jane Borthwick, 1853.

373 Trusting in the Promise. P.M.

_The Promise Secure._

I have found repose for my weary soul,
Trusting in the promise of the Savior;
And a harbor safe when the billows roll,
Trusting in the promise of the Savior.
I will fear no foe in the deadly strife,
Trusting in the promise of the Savior;
I will bear my lot in the toil of life,
Trusting in the promise of the Savior.

Ref.--Resting on his mighty arm forever,
Never from his loving heart to sever,
I will rest by grace in his strong embrace,
Trusting in the promise of the Savior.

2 I will sing my song as the days go by,
Trusting in the promise of the Savior;
And rejoice in hope, while I live or die,
Trusting in the promise of the Savior.
I can smile at grief and abide in pain,
Trusting in the promise of the Savior;
And the loss of all shall be highest gain,
Trusting in the promise of the Savior.

3 Oh, the peace and joy of the life I live,
Trusting in the promise of the Savior;
Oh, the strength and grace only God can give,
Trusting in the promise of the Savior.
Whosoever will may be saved to-day,
Trusting in the promise of the Savior;
And begin to walk in the holy way,
Trusting in the promise of the Savior.

Rev. H.B. Hartzler.

374 Come, Ye Disconsolate. 11s. & 10s.

_Consolation Offered._ (868)