Chapter D: W. Whittle (4)

2 Wealth, labor, talents freely give, Yea, life itself, that they may live, What hath your Savior done for you? And what for him will ye not do?

3 Oh, Spirit of the Lord! go forth, Call in the South, wake up the North, From every clime, from sun to sun, Gather God's children into one!

J. Montgomery

447 Baca. L.M.

_Home Missions._ (1022)

Look from thy sphere of endless day,
O God of mercy and of might!
In pity look on those who stray,
Benighted, in this land of light.

2 In peopled vale, in lonely glen,
In crowded mart, by stream or sea,
How many of the sons of men
Hear not the message sent from thee!

3 Send forth thy heralds, Lord! to call
The thoughtless young, the hardened old,
A scattered, homeless flock, till all
Be gathered to thy peaceful fold.

4 Send them thy mighty word to speak,
Till faith shall dawn, and doubt depart,
To awe the bold, to stay the weak,
And bind and heal the broken heart.

5 Then all these wastes, a dreary scene,
That make us sadden as we gaze,
Shall grow with living waters green,
And lift to heaven the voice of praise.

William C. Bryant, 1840.

448 Baca. L.M.

_Missionary Charged and Encouraged._ (1024)

Go, messenger of peace and love,
To people plunged in shades of night,
Like angels sent from fields above,
Be thine to shed celestial light.

2 Go to the hungry--food impart;
To paths of peace the wand'rer guide,
And lead the thirsty, panting heart,
Where streams of living water glide.

3 Oh, faint not in the day of toil,
When harvest waits the reaper's hand:
Go, gather in the glorious spoil,
And joyous in his presence stand.

4 Thy love a rich reward shall find
From him who sits enthroned on high:
For they who turn the erring mind
Shall shine like stars above the sky.

A. Balfor

449 Baca. L.M.

_Ascend Thy Throne._

Ascend thy throne, almighty King,
And spread thy glories all abroad;
Let thine own arm salvation bring,
And be thou known the gracious God.

2 Let millions bow before thy seat,
Let humble mourners seek thy face,
Bring daring rebels to thy feet,
Subdued by thy victorious grace.

3 Oh, let the kingdoms of the world
Become the kingdoms of the Lord!
Let saints and angels praise thy name,
Be thou through heaven and earth adored.

Benjamin Beddome.

450 Missionary Chant. L.M.

_The Universal Reign of Christ._ (1033)

Arm of the Lord! awake, awake; Put on thy strength, the nation shake; And let the world, adoring, see Triumphs of mercy, wrought by thee.

2 Say to the heathen, from thy throne, "I am Jehovah--God alone!" Thy voice their idols shall confound, And cast their altars to the ground.

3 No more let human blood be spilt, Vain sacrifice for human guilt; But to each conscience be applied The blood, that flowed from Jesus' side.

4 Almighty God! thy grace proclaim In every clime, of every name, Till adverse powers before thee fall, And crown the Savior--Lord of all.

William Shrubsole, 1776.

451 Missionary Chant. L.M.

_Mission to the Heathen._ (1030)

Behold, the heathen waits to know The joy the gospel will bestow; The exiled captive to receive The freedom Jesus has to give.

2 Come, let us, with a grateful heart, In this blest labor share a part; Our prayers and offerings gladly bring To aid the triumphs of our King.

3 Our hearts exult in songs of praise, That we have seen these latter days, When our Redeemer shall be known Where Satan long has held his throne.

4 Where'er his hand hath spread the skies, Sweet incense to his name shall rise, And slave and freeman, Greek and Jew, By sovereign grace be formed anew.

Voke.

452 Missionary Chant. L.M.

_The Gospel Banner._ (1027)

Fling out the banner! let it float
Skyward and seaward, high and wide,
The sun that lights its shining folds,
The cross on which the Savior died.

2 Fling out the banner! angels bend
In anxious silence o'er the sign,
And vainly seek to comprehend
The wonder of the love divine.

3 Fling out the banner! heathen lands
Shall see from far the glorious sight;
And nations, crowding to be born,
Baptize their spirits in its light.

4 Fling out the banner! sin-sick souls,
That sink and perish in the strife,
Shall touch in faith its radiant hem,
And spring immortal, into life.

5 Fling out the banner! let it float
Skyward and seaward, high and wide
Our glory, only in the cross,
Our only hope, the Crucified.

6 Fling out the banner! wide and high,
Seaward and skyward let it shine;
Nor skill, nor might, nor merit, ours;
We conquer only in that sign.

George W. Doane, 1848.

453 Zion. 8s, 7s & 4s.

_Hopeful View._ (1042)

Yes, we trust the day is breaking;
Joyful times are near at hand;
God, the mighty God, is speaking
By his word in ev'ry land;
When he chooses,
Darkness flies at his command.

2 While the foe becomes more daring,
While he enters like a flood
God, the Savior, is preparing
Means to spread his truth abroad,
Ev'ry language
Soon shall tell the love of God.

3 Oh, 'tis pleasant, 'tis reviving
To our hearts, to hear, each day,
Joyful news, from far arriving,
How the gospel wins its way,
Those enlight'ning
Who in death and darkness lay.

4 God of Jacob, high and glorious,
Let thy people see thy hand;
Let the gospel be victorious,
Through the world in every land;
Then shall idols
Perish, Lord, at thy command.

Thomas Kelly, 1809.

454 Anvern. L.M.

_The Kingdom of Christ._

Great God! whose universal sway The known and unknown worlds obey; Now give the kingdom to thy Son; Extend his power, exalt his throne.

2 The heathen lands, that lie beneath The shades of over-spreading death, Revive at his first dawning light, And deserts blossom at the sight.

3 The saints shall flourish in his days, Dressed in the robes of joy and praise; Peace, like a river, from his throne, Shall flow to nations yet unknown.

Isaac Watts.

455 Missionary Hymn. 7s & 6s. D. _Condition of the Heathen._ (1061)

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

3 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,
And you, ye 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.

Reginald Heber, 1819.

456 Missionary Hymn. 7s & 6s. D.

_Home Missions._ (1062)

Our country's voice is pleading,
Ye men of God, arise!
His providence is leading,
The land before you lies;
Day gleams are o'er it brightening,
And promise clothes the soil;
Wide fields for harvest whitening,
Invite the reaper's toil.

2 Go where the waves are breaking
On California's shore,
Christ's precious gospel taking,
More rich than golden ore;
On Allegheny's mountains,
Through all the western vale,
Beside Missouri's fountains,
Rehearse the wondrous tale.

3 The love of Christ unfolding,
Speed on from east to west,
Till all, his cross beholding,
In him are fully blest.
Great Author of salvation,
Haste, haste the glorious day,
When we, a ransomed nation,
Thy scepter shall obey.

Mrs. G.W. Anderson.

457 Webb. 7s & 6s.

_Success of the Gospel._ (1057)

The morning light is breaking,
The darkness disappears:
The sons of earth are waking
To penitential tears.
Each breeze that sweeps the ocean
Brings tidings from afar
Of nations in commotion,
Prepared for Zion's war.

2 Rich dews of grace come o'er us,
In many a gentle shower,
And brighter scenes before us
Are opening every hour;
Each cry, to heaven going,
Abundant answers brings,
And heavenly gales are blowing,
With peace upon their wings.

3 See heathen nations bending
Before the God we love,
And thousand hearts ascending
In gratitude above;
While sinners, now confessing,
The gospel call obey,
And seek the Savior's blessing,--
A nation in a day.

4 Blest river of salvation!
Pursue thine onward way;
Flow thou to every nation,
Nor in thy richness stay:--
Stay not, till all the lowly
Triumphant reach their home;
Stay not, till all the holy
Proclaim "The Lord is come."

Samuel F. Smith, 1845.

458 Webb. 7s & 6s.

_Home Missions._ (1059)

Go preach the blest salvation
To every sinful race,
And bid each guilty nation
Accept the Savior's grace;
But bear, oh, quickly bear it
Where thronging millions roam,
And bid them freely share it,
Who dwell with us at home.

2 Where blooms the broad savanna,
Where mighty waters roll,
There let the gospel banner
Beam hope on every soul;
Go where the west is teeming,
And yet behold they come!
The fields all ripe are gleaming
For those who reap at home!

3 Our children there are dwelling,
Neglected and astray,
Whose hearts are often swelling
To learn of Zion's way.
Bear, bear to them the treasure
And bid the exiles come;
There is no sweeter pleasure,
Than preaching Christ at home.

Sidney Dyer.

459 All Around the World. 6s & 5s.

_Victory of the Church._

See the flag of Jesus
O'er the earth unfurled!
Sabbath-schools are singing,
All around the world;
Sunday-schools in China,
India and Japan,
Training souls for glory,
By the gospel plan.

Cho.--Lift the cross of Jesus,
Bear the Bible on;
Soon the world will echo,
With the vict'ry won.
See the flag of Jesus,
O'er the earth unfurled!
Sunday-schools are singing,
All around the world.

2 Little Indian diamonds,
Precious island pearls;
Learning Bible lessons,
Happy boys and girls.
Afric's gold dust scattered,
Neath the feet of wrong,
Rises up in brightness,
From the darkness long.

3 Sunday-schools are singing,
France and Spain and Rome;
Hear their joyous music,
Songs of heaven and home.
Where the martyrs suffered,
Holy seed is spread;
Gather up these rubies,
Dyed in life-blood red.

4 Sunday-schools in Chili,
Reaching down the coast;
Mexico is leading,
Gallant little host.
Glad Brazilian children,
Praise to God shall sing;
Far-off Patagonia
Answers Christ is King.

Priscilla J. Owens.

460 Dillenburg. 7s & 6s.

_The Messenger Welcomed._ (928)

How beauteous on the mountains,
The feet of him that brings,
Like streams from living fountains,
Good tidings of good things;
That publisheth salvation,
And jubilee release,
To ev'ry tribe and nation,
God's reign of joy and peace.

2 Lift up thy voice, oh, watchman!
And shout from Zion's towers,
Thy hallelujah chorus--
"The victory is ours!"
The Lord shall build up Zion
In glory and renown,
And Jesus, Judah's lion,
Shall wear his rightful crown.

3 Break forth in hymns of gladness;
Oh, waste Jerusalem!
Let songs, instead of sadness,
Thy jubilee proclaim;
The Lord in strength victorious,
Upon thy foes hath trod;
Behold, oh, earth! the glorious
Salvation of our God.

Benjamin Gough, 186-.

461 Herold. 7s.

_Christian Ministers._ (1039)

Soldiers of the cross! arise;
Gird you with your armor bright;
Mighty are your enemies,
Hard the battle ye must fight.

2 Guard the helpless, seek the strayed,
Soothe the troubled, banish grief;
With the Spirit's sword arrayed,
Scatter sin and unbelief.

3 Be the banner still unfurled,
Bear it bravely still abroad,
Till the kingdoms of the world
Are the kingdoms of the Lord.

William Walsham How, 1854.

462 All Hallows. C.M.

_In the Strength of Jesus._ (983)

With thine own pity, Savior, see
The thronged and darkening way!
We go to win the lost to thee,
Oh, help us, Lord, we pray!

2 Thou bid'st us go, with thee to stand
Against hell's marshalled powers;
And heart to heart, and hand to hand,
To make thine honor ours.

3 Teach thou our lips of thee to speak,
Of thy sweet love to tell;
Till they who wander far shall seek
And find and serve thee well.

4 O'er all the world thy Spirit send,
And make thy goodness known,
Till earth and heaven together blend
Their praises at thy throne.

Ray Palmer.

463 All Hallows. C.M.

_Zeal for Souls.--John 4:35._

Oh! still in accents sweet and strong
Sounds forth the ancient word,--
"More reapers for white harvest fields,
More laborers for the Lord!"

2 We hear the call; in dreams no more
In selfish ease we lie,
But girded for our Father's work,
Go forth beneath his sky.

3 Where prophet's word, and martyr's blood,
And prayers of saints were sown,
We, to their labors entering in,
Would reap where they have strown.

S. Longfellow.

464 Welton. L.M.

_A Meeting of Ministers._ (1006)

Pour out thy Spirit from on high;
Lord! thine assembled servants bless;
Graces and gifts to each supply.
And clothe thy priests with righteousness.

2 Wisdom, and zeal, and faith impart,
Firmness with meekness from above,
To bear thy people on our heart,
And love the souls whom thou dost love;

3 To watch and pray, and never faint;
By day and night, strict guard to keep;
To warn the sinner, cheer the saint,
Nourish thy lambs, and feed thy sheep.

4 Then, when our work is finished here,
In humble hope, our charge resign;
When the chief Shepherd shall appear,
O God! may they and we be thine.

James Montgomery, 1825.

465 Welton. L.M.

_An Ordination Service._ (1011)

The solemn service now is done. The vow is pledged, the toil begun; Seal thou, O God! the oath above, And ratify the pledge of love.

2 The shepherd of thy people bless; Gird him with thine own holiness; In duty may his pleasure be His glory in his zeal for thee.

3 Here let the ardent prayer arise, Faith fix its grasp beyond the skies. The tear of penitence be shed, And myriads to the Savior led.

4 Come, Spirit! here consent to dwell; The mists of earth and sin dispel; Blest Savior! thine own rights maintain: Supreme in every bosom reign.

Samuel F. Smith, 1843.

466 Happy Day. L.M.

_Rejoicing in Entire Consecration._ (937)

Oh, happy day, that fixed my choice,
On thee, my Savior and my God!
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell its raptures all abroad.

Cho.--Happy day, happy day,
When Jesus washed my sins away;
He taught me how to watch and pray,
And live rejoicing ev'ry day!

2 Oh, happy bond, that seals my vows
To him who merits all my love!
Let cheerful anthems fill the house,
While to his altar now I move.

3 'Tis done--the great transaction's done;
I am my Lord's, and he is mine;
He drew me, and I followed on,
Rejoiced to own the call divine.

4 Now rest--my long-divided heart--
Fixed on this blissful center, rest;
Here have I found a nobler part,
Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast.

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

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

467 Happy Day. L.M.

_Converts Welcomed._ (940)

Come in, thou blessed of the Lord!
Enter in Jesus' precious name;
We welcome thee, with one accord,
And trust the Savior does the same.

2 Those joys, which earth cannot afford,
We'll seek in fellowship to prove,
Joined in one spirit to our Lord,
Together bound by mutual love.

3 And, while we pass this vale of tears,
We'll make our joys and sorrows known;
We'll share each other's hopes and fears,
And count a brother's case our own.

4 Once more, our welcome we repeat;
Receive assurance of our love;
Oh! may we all together meet,
Around the throne of God above.

Thomas Kelly, 1812.

468 Evan. C.M.

_Brotherly Love._ (983)

How sweet, how heavenly is the sight,
When those who love the Lord,
In one another's peace delight,
And so fulfill his word!--

2 When each can feel his brother's sigh,
And with him bear a part;
When sorrow flows from eye to eye,
And joy from heart to heart;

3 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride,
Our wishes all above,
Each can his brother's failings hide,
And show a brother's love:

4 When love, in one delightful stream,
Through every bosom flows;
When union sweet, and dear esteem,
In every action glows.

5 Love is the golden chain, that binds
The happy souls above;
And he's an heir of heaven, that finds
His bosom glow with love.

Joseph Swain. 1791

469 Evan. C.M.

_Gen. 24:31._ (931)

Come in, beloved of the Lord,
Stranger nor foe art thou;
We welcome thee with warm accord,
Our friend, our brother, now.

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

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

4 And when, by turns, we pass away,
And star by star grows dim,
May each, translated into day,
Be lost and found in him.

James Montgomery.

470 Evan. C.M.

_Covenant Vows._ (933)

Witness, ye men and angels! now,
Before the Lord we speak;
To him we make our solemn vow,
A vow we dare not break;--

2 That, long as life itself shall last,
Ourselves to Christ we yield;
Nor from his cause will we depart,
Or even quit the field.

3 We trust not in our native strength,
But on his grace rely;
That, with returning wants, the Lord
Will all our need supply.

4 Oh! guide our doubtful feet aright,
And keep us in thy ways;
And, while we turn our vows to prayers,
Turn thou our prayers to praise.

Benjamin Beddome, 1790.

471 Dennis. S.M.

_Love to the Brethren._ (992)

Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love!
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.

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

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

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

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

6 From sorrow, toil, and pain,
And sin we shall be free;
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.

John Fawcett, 1772.

472 Dennis. S.M.

_Laborers in the Vineyard._ (995)

And let our bodies part--
To diff'rent climes repair;
Inseparably joined in heart
The friends of Jesus are.

2 Oh, let us still proceed
In Jesus' work below;
And following our triumphant Head,
To further conquests go.

3 The vineyard of the Lord
Before his laborers lies;
And lo! we see the vast reward
Which waits us in the skies.

4 Oh, let our heart and mind
Continually ascend,
That haven of repose to find,
Where all our labors end.

Charles Wesley

473 Dennis, S.M.

_Meeting After Absence._ (996)

And are we yet alive,
And see each other's face?
Glory and praise to Jesus give,
For his redeeming grace.

2 Preserved by power divine
To full salvation here,
Again in Jesus' praise we join,
And in his sight appear.

3 What troubles have we seen!
What conflicts have we passed!
Fightings without, and fears within,
Since we assembled last!

4 But out of all the Lord
Hath brought us by his love;
And still he doth his help afford,
And hides our life above.

5 Let us take up the cross,
Till we the crown obtain;
And gladly reckon all things loss
So we may Jesus gain.

Charles Wesley.

474 Rockingham. L.M.

_The Likeness of His Death._ (974)

How blest the hour when first we gave
Our guilty souls to thee, O God;
A cheerful sacrifice of love,
Bought with the Savior's precious blood.

2 How blest the vow we here record!
How blest the grace we now receive!
Buried in baptism with our Lord,
New lives of holiness to live.

3 How blest the solemn rite that seals
Our death to sin, our guilt forgiven;--
How blest the emblem that reveals
God reconciled and peace with heaven.

4 Thus through the emblematic grave
The glorious, suffering Savior trod;
Thou art our pattern, through the wave
We follow thee, blest Son of God.

S.F. Smith.

475 Rockingham. L.M.

_The Feast of Love._ (961)

My God! and is thy table spread?
And does thy cup with love o'erflow?
Thither be all thy children led,
And let them all its sweetness know.

2 Hail! sacred feast, which Jesus makes!
Rich banquet of his flesh and blood;
Thrice happy he, who here partakes
That sacred stream, that heavenly food!

3 Oh! let thy table honored be,
And furnished well with joyful guests;
And may each soul salvation see,
That here its sacred pledges tastes.

4 Let crowds approach, with hearts prepared;
With hearts inflamed let all attend;
Nor, when we leave our Father's board,
The pleasure or the profit end.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

476 Rockingham. L.M.

_Jesu, Dulcedo Cordium!_ (963)

Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts!
Thou Fount of life! thou Light of men!
From the best bliss that earth imparts,
We turn unfilled to thee again.

2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood;
Thou savest those that on thee call;
To them that seek thee, thou art good,
To them that find thee,--All in all!

3 We taste thee, oh, thou living Bread!
And long to feast upon thee still;
We drink of thee, the Fountain Head,
And thirst our souls from thee to fill.

4 Our restless spirits yearn for thee,
Where'er our changeful lot is cast;
Glad, when thy gracious smile we see,
Blest, when our faith can hold thee fast.

5 O Jesus! ever with us stay;
Make all our moments calm and bright;
Chase the dark night of sin away;
Shed o'er the world thy holy light.

Lat., Bernard, of Clairvaux, 1140. Tr., Ray Palmer, 1833.

477 Aletta. 7s.

_The Bread of Life._ (973)

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, Thro' the life of him who died, Lord of life, oh, let us be Rooted, grafted, built on thee.

Josiah Conder, 1824.

478 Windham. L.M.

_The Lord's Supper Instituted._ (964)

'Twas on that dark, that dreadful night,
When powers of earth and hell arose
Against the Son of God's delight,
And friends betrayed him to his foes.

2 Before the mournful scene began
He took the bread, and blessed and brake;
What love thro' all his actions ran!
What wondrous words of grace he spake!

3 "This is my body, broke for sin;
Receive and eat the living food;"
Then took the cup, and blessed the wine:
"'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood."

4 "Do this," he cried, "till time shall end,
In mem'ry of your dying Friend;
Meet at the table, and record
The love of your departed Lord."

5 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate;
We show thy death, we sing thy name
Till thou return, and we shall eat
The marriage supper of the Lamb.

Isaac Watts.

479 Dorrnance. 8s & 7s.

_Viewing the Cross._ (977)

While, in sweet communion, feeding
On this earthly bread and wine,
Savior, may we see thee bleeding
On the cross, to make us thine.

2 Now, our eyes forever closing
To this fleeting world below,
On thy gentle breast reposing,
Teach us, Lord, thy grace to know.

3 Though unseen, be ever near us,
With the still small voice of love,
Whisp'ring words of peace to cheer us,
Ev'ry doubt and fear remove.

4 Bring before us all the story
Of thy life, and death of woe;
And, with hopes of endless glory,
Wean our hearts from all below.

Edward Denny, 1839.

480 Arlington. C.M.

_Remembering Christ._ (958)

That dreadful night before his death,
The Lamb, for sinners slain,
Did, almost with his dying breath,
This solemn feast ordain.

2 To keep the feast, Lord, we have met,
And to remember thee;
Help each poor trembler to repeat--
For me he died, for me.

3 Thy suff'rings, Lord, each sacred sign
To our remembrance brings;
We eat the bread and drink the wine,
But think on nobler things.

4 Oh, tune our tongues, and set in frame
Each heart that pants for thee,
To sing, Hosanna to the Lamb,
The Lamb that died for me.

Joseph Hart, d. 1768

481 Till He Come. 7s.

_The Coming Joy._

"Till he come!" oh, let the words Linger on the trembling chords, Let the "little while" between In their golden light be seen; Let us think how heav'n and home Lie beyond that "Till he come!"

2 When the weary ones we love Enter on that rest above, When their words of love and cheer Fall no longer on our ear, Hush! be ev'ry murmur dumb, It is only "Till he come!"

3 Clouds and darkness round us press; Would we have one sorrow less? All the sharpness of the cross, All that tells the world is loss, Death, and darkness, and the tomb Pain us only "Till he come!"

4 See, the feast of love is spread, Drink the wine and eat the bread: Sweet memorials, till the Lord Call us round his heavn'ly board; Some from earth, from glory some, Severed only "Till he come!"

E.H.B. Bickersteth, 1861.

482 Arlington. C.M.

_Baptized into His Death._ (945)

We long to move and breathe in thee,
Inspired with thine own breath,
To live thy life, O Lord, and be
Baptized into thy death.

2 Thy death to sin we die below,
But we shall rise in love;
We here are planted in thy woe,
But we shall bloom above.

3 Above we shall thy glory share,
As we thy cross have borne;
E'en we shall crowns of honor wear,
When we the thorns have worn.

483 Arlington. C.M.

_Baptism of Children._ (948)

Our children, Lord, in faith and prayer
We now devote to thee;
Let them thy covenant mercies share,
And thy salvation see.

2 In early days their hearts secure
From worldly snares, we pray;
And let them to the end endure
In every righteous way.

3 Grant us before them, Lord, to live
In holy faith and fear;
And then to heaven our souls receive
And bring our children there.

484 Thanatopsis. S.M.

_Dying, not Death._ (1088)

It is not death to die,--
To leave this weary road,
And, midst the brotherhood on high,
To be at home with God.

2 It is not death to close
The eye long dimmed by tears,
And wake, in glorious repose
To spend eternal years.

3 It is not death to fling
Aside this sinful dust,
And rise, on strong exulting wing,
To live among the just.

4 Jesus, thou Prince of life!
Thy chosen cannot die;
Like thee, they conquer in the strife,
To reign with thee on high.

George W. Bethune, 1847.

485 Thanatopsis. S.M.

_The Crowning Hour._ (1086)

Servant of God, well done!
Thy glorious warfare's past;
The battle's fought, the race is won,
And thou art crowned at last;--

2 Of all thy heart's desire
Triumphantly possessed;
Lodged by the ministerial choir
In thy Redeemer's breast.

3 In condescending love,
Thy ceaseless prayer he heard,
And bade thee suddenly remove
To thy complete reward.

4 With saints enthroned on high,
Thou dost thy Lord proclaim,
And still to God salvation cry,--
Salvation to the Lamb!

Charles Wesley.

486 Thanatopsis. S.M.

_A Little While._ (1089)

A few more years shall roll,
A few more seasons come,
And we shall be with those that rest
Asleep within the tomb.

2 A few more suns shall set
O'er these dark hills of time,
And we shall be where suns are not,
A far serener clime.

3 A few more storms shall beat
On this wild rocky shore,
And we shall be where tempests cease,
And surges swell no more.

4 A few more struggles here,
A few more partings o'er,
A few more toils, a few more tears,
And we shall weep no more.

5 'Tis but a little while
And he shall come again,
Who died that we might live, who lives
That we with him may reign.

6 Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that great day;
Oh, wash me in thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

Horatius Bonar, 1856.

487 St. Sylvester. 8s & 7s.

_Death Inevitable._

Days and moments quickly flying
Blend the living with the dead;
Soon shall we who sing be lying,
Each within our narrow bed.

2 Soon our souls to God who gave them
Will have sped their rapid flight;
Able now by grace to save them,
Oh, that while we can we might.

3 Jesus, infinite Redeemer,
Maker of this mighty frame,
Teach, oh, teach us to remember
What we are, and whence we came:--

4 Whence we came, and whither wending
Soon we must through darkness go,
To inherit bliss unending,
Or eternity of woe.

Rev. Edward Caswell, 1849.

As the tree falls so must it lie; As the man lives so will he die; As the man dies, such must he be All through the days of eternity. Amen.

488 St. Sylvester. 8s & 7s.

_Matthew 6:10._ (1097)

Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding
O'er the spoils that death has won,
We would at this solemn meeting,
Calmly say,--thy will be done.

2 Though cast down, we're not forsaken;
Though afflicted, not alone;
Thou didst give, and thou hast taken;
Blessed Lord,--thy will be done.

3 Though to-day we're filled with mourning,
Mercy still is on the throne;
With thy smiles of love returning,
We can sing--thy will be done.

4 By thy hands the boon was given,
Thou hast taken but thine own:
Lord of earth, and God of heaven,
Evermore,--thy will be done!

Thomas Hastings.

489 Rest. L.M.

_Sleeping in Jesus._ (1077)

Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep; A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the dread of foes.

2 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest, Whose waking is supremely blest; No fear, no woes, shall dim the hour, Which manifests the Savior's power.

3 Asleep in Jesus! oh, for me May such a blissful refuge be; Securely shall my ashes lie, And wait the summons from on high.

4 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee Thy kindred and their graves may be; But thine is still a blessed sleep, From whence none ever wake to weep.

Mrs. Margaret Mackay, 1832.

490 Rest. L.M.

_The End of that Man is Peace._ (1078)

How blest the righteous when he dies!
When sinks a weary soul to rest!
How mildly beam the closing eyes!
How gently heaves the expiring breast!

2 So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies a wave along the shore.

3 A holy quiet reigns around,
A calm which life nor death destroys;
And naught disturbs that peace profound
Which his unfettered soul enjoys.

4 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies,
While heaven and earth combine to say,
How blest the righteous when he dies!

Mrs. A.L. Barbauld, 1773.

491 Rest. L.M.

_Death and Burial of a Christian._ (1080)

Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb;
Take this new treasure to thy trust
And give these sacred relics room,
To slumber in the silent dust.

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear,
Invades thy bounds; no mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,
While angels watch the soft repose.

3 So Jesus slept; God's dying Son
Passed through the grave, and blest the bed;
Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne
The morning break, and pierce the shade.

4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn;
Attend, O earth, his sovereign word;
Restore thy trust; a glorious form
Shall then arise to meet the Lord.

Isaac Watts, 1734.

492 Rest. L.M.

_The Fading Flower._ (1084)

So fades the lovely, blooming flower-- Frail smiling solace of an hour! So soon our transient comforts fly, And pleasure only blooms to die.

2 Is there no kind, no lenient art, To heal the anguish of the heart? Spirit of grace! be ever nigh, Thy comforts are not made to die.

3 Bid gentle patience smile on pain, Till dying hope shall live again; Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye And faith points upward to the sky.

Anne Steele, 1760

493 China. C.M.

_We Are Confident._ (1067)

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

2 Are we not tending upward, too,
As fast as time can move?
Nor would we wish the hours more slow,
To keep us from our love.

3 Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?
There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,
And scattered all the gloom.

4 The graves of all the saints be blessed,
And softened every bed;
Where should the dying members rest,
But with the dying Head?

5 Thence he arose, ascending high,
And showed our feet the way;
Up to the Lord we, too, shall fly
At the great rising-day.

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

Isaac Watts, 1707.

494 China. C.M.

_Cheerful Submission to Death._ (1065)

And let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint or die;
My soul shall quit the mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high--

2 Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its long-sought rest;
That only bliss for which it pants,
In the Redeemer's breast.

3 In hope of that immortal crown
I now the cross sustain;
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain.

4 I suffer on my three-score years,
Till my Deliverer come,
And wipes away his servant's tears,
And takes his exile home.

Charles Wesley, 1759.

495 China. C.M.

_Mourning with Hope._ (1066)

Why should our tears in sorrow flow
When God recalls his own,
And bids them leave a world of woe,
For an immortal crown?

2 Is not e'en death a gain to those
Whose life to God was given?
Gladly to earth their eyes they close
To open them in heaven.

3 Their toils are past, their work is done,
And they are fully blest!
They fought the fight, the victory won,
And entered into rest.

4 Then let our sorrows cease to flow,--
God has recalled his own;
But let our hearts, in every woe,
Still say, "Thy will be done!"

Wm. H. Bathurst, 1829.

496 Frederick. 11s.

_Death Not Fearful._

I would not live alway; I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; The few cloudy mornings that dawn on us here Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.

2 I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb! Since Jesus has lain there, I dread not its gloom; There sweet be my rest till he bid me arise, To hail him in triumph descending the skies.

3 Who, who would live alway, away from his God, Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns;

4 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Savior and brethren transported to greet; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul?

W.A. Muhlenburg.

497 Thy Will Be Done. Chant

_Mark 14:36._

"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 will make it more divine-- | "Thy will be | done!"

3 "Thy will be | done!" || Tho' shrouded o'er Our | path with | gloom, | one comfort, one || Is ours:--to breathe, while we adore, | "Thy will be | done."

Sir. J. Bowring, 1825.

498 Shining Shore. 8s & 7s. Trochaic.

_On Jordan's Strand._ (1146)

My days are gliding swiftly by,
And I a pilgrim stranger,
Would not detain them as they fly,
Those hours of toil and danger.

Cho.--For, oh! we stand on Jordan's strand,
Our friends are passing over;
And, just before, the shining shore
We may almost discover.

2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear!
Our heav'nly home discerning;
Our absent Lord has left us word,--
"Let ev'ry lamp be burning."

3 Should coming days be cold and dark,
We need not cease our singing;
That perfect rest none can molest,
Where golden harps are ringing.

4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow,
Each cord on earth to sever;
Our King says,--"Come!" and there's our home,
Forever, oh! forever!

David Nelson, 1835.

499 Shining Shore. 8s & 7s. Trochaic.

_Wayfarers._ (1147)

Wayfarers in the wilderness,
By morn, and noon, and even,
Day after day, we journey on,
With weary feet toward heaven.

Cho.--O land above! O land of love!
The glory shineth o'er thee;
O Christ, our King! in mercy bring
Us thither, we implore thee!

2 By day the cloud before us goes,
By night the cloud of fire,
To guide us o'er the trackless waste,
To Canaan ever nigher.

3 The sea was riven from our feet,
And so shall be the river;
And, by the King's highway brought home,
We'll praise his name forever:

Alexander R. Thompson, 1869.

500 Nearer Home. 6s.

_A Solemn Thought._ (1139)

One sweetly solemn thought
Comes to me o'er and o'er;
I'm nearer home to-day
Than e'er I've been before.

Cho.--I'm nearer my home, nearer my home,
Nearer my home to-day;
Yes, nearer my home in heav'n to-day,
Than ever I've been before.

2 Nearer my Father's house
Where the blest mansions be;
Nearer the great white throne,
Nearer the crystal sea;

3 Nearer the bound where we
Must lay our burdens down,
Nearer to leave the cross,
Nearer to gain the crown.

4 The waves of that deep sea
Roll dark before my sight,
But break, the other side,
Upon a shore of light.

5 Oh! if my mortal feet
Have almost gained the brink,
If I am nearer home
To-day than e'en I think,

6 Father! perfect my trust,
That I may rest, in death,
On Christ, my Lord, alone,
And thus resign my breath.

Phoebe Cary, 1852 _a._

501 Consolation. P.M.

_The Death of a Child._

There is no flock, however watched and tended,
But one dead lamb is there!
There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,
But has one vacant chair!
The air is full of farewells to the dying,
And mournings for the dead;
The heart of Rachel for her children crying
Will not be comforted!

2 Let us be patient, these severe afflictions
Not from the ground arise,
But oftentimes celestial benedictions
Assume this dark disguise.
We see but dimly thro' the mists and vapors,
Amid these earthly damps,
What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers,
May be heav'ns distant lamps.

3 She is not dead, the child of our affection,
But gone unto that school
Where she no longer needs our poor protection,
And Christ himself doth rule.
In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion,
By guardian angels led,
Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution,
She lives whom we call dead.

4 And tho' at times, impetuous with emotion,
And anguish long suppressed,
The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean
That cannot be at rest:
We will be patient--and assuage the feeling
We cannot wholly stay,
By silence sanctifying, not concealing
The grief that must have way.

Henry W. Longfellow, 1849.

502 Peace, Be Still. P.M.

_Submission._

Peace, be still! In this night of sorrow bow; Oh, my heart, contend not thou; What befalls is God's own will; Peace, be still!

2 Hold thee still! Tho' the Father scourge thee sore, Cling thou to him all the more; Let him mercy's work fulfill; Hold thee still!

3 Lord, my God! Give me grace, that I may be Thy true child, and silently Own thy scepter and thy rod; Lord, my God!

4 Shepherd mine! From thy fullness give me still Faith to do and bear thy will Till the morning light shall shine; Shepherd mine!

Schiller.

503 Rest, Weary Pilgrim. 10s.

_Death of a Christian._

Rest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o'er,
Rest, sweetly rest, on the beautiful shore;
Safely at last thou hast reached the bright goal,
Fatherland, home of the soul.

2 Never again shall thy storm-beaten breast
Sigh, deeply sigh, for the sweet "land of rest;"
Gone to the Savior's bright mansion above,
Rest in the light of his love.

3 Rest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o'er,
Rest, sweetly rest, on the beautiful shore;
Dangers and troubles shall harm thee no more,
Rest on the beautiful shore.

Maria Straub.

504 As Fade the Stars. P.M.

_The Life of the Departed._

As fade the stars at morn away, Their glory gone in perfect day, So pass away the friends we love, Their presence lost in worlds above, While we o'er their slumbers are weeping.

2 As sink the stars when night is o'er, To rise upon some other shore, So sink our precious ones from sight, In other skies to walk in light, While we sorrow's vigils are keeping.

3 No more in east, or in the west, Fade they from sight, or sink to rest; Fixed firm in that celestial air, They radiant shine eternal there; Our hearts up to meet them fond leaping.

J.E. Rankin, D.D.

505 Nettie. 5s & 9s.

_Consolation._

Midst sorrow and care There's one that is near, And ever delights to relieve us.

2 'Tis Jesus, our Friend, On whom we depend For life and for all its rich blessings.

3 When trouble assails, His love never fails; He meets us with sweet consolation.

506 Meribah. C.P.M.

_Pleading for Acceptance._ (1114)

When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come, To take thy ransomed people home, Shall I among them stand? Shall such a worthless worm as I, Who sometimes am afraid to die, Be found at thy right hand?

2 I love to meet thy people now, Before thy feet with them to bow, Though vilest of them all; But--can I bear the piercing thought?-- What if my name should be left out, When thou for them shalt call?

3 O Lord, prevent it by thy grace; Be thou my only hiding-place, In this th' accepted day; Thy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear, To still my unbelieving fear, Nor let me fall, I pray.

4 And when the final trump shall sound, Among thy saints let me be found, To bow before thy face; Then in triumphant strains I'll sing, While heaven's resounding mansions ring With praise of sovereign grace.

Mrs. Selina Shirley, 1772

507 Meribah. C.P.M.

_Present and Future Realities._ (1115)

Lo! on a narrow neck of land, Between two boundless seas I stand,-- Yet how insensible! A point of time--a moment's space-- Removes me to yon heavenly place, Or shuts me up in hell!

2 O God! my inmost soul convert, And deeply on my thoughtless heart Eternal things impress; Give me to feel their solemn weight, And save me, ere it be too late! Wake me to righteousness.

3 Be this my one great business here, With holy trembling, holy fear, To make my calling sure; Thine utmost counsel to fulfill, To suffer all thy righteous will, And to the end endure!

4 Then Savior! then my soul receive, Transported from the earth, to live And reign with thee above; Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope, in full supreme delight, And everlasting love.

Charles Wesley, 1749.

508 Marlow. C.M.

_Certainty of Judgment._ (1103)

That awful day will surely come,
Th' appointed hour makes haste,
When I must stand before the Judge
And pass the solemn test.

2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys,
Thou Sovereign of my heart,
How could I bear to hear thy voice
Pronounce the sound, "Depart!"

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

4 Oh, tell me that my worthless name
Is graven on thy hands;
Show me some promise in thy book
Where my salvation stands.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

509 Judgment. C.M.

_The Judgment Day._ (1106)

And must I be to judgment brought,
And answer in that day,
For every vain and idle thought,
And every word I say?

2 Yes, every secret of my heart
Shall shortly be made known,
And I receive my just desert
For all that I have done.

3 How careful then I ought to live!
With what religious fear,
Who such a strict account must give
For my behavior here.

4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead,
The watchful power bestow;
So shall I to my ways take heed,
To all I speak or do.

Charles Wesley.

510 Ewing. 7s & 6s. D.

_The New Jerusalem._

Jerusalem, the golden,
With milk and honey blest!
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice oppressed:
I know not, oh, I know not,
What social joys are there,
What radiancy of glory,
What light beyond compare.

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

3 There is the throne of David;
And there, from care released,
The song of them that triumph,
The shout of them that feast;
And they who, with their Leader,
Have conquered in the light,
Forever and forever
Are clad in robes of white.

Bernard of Cluny, 1145.
J.M. Neale, tr., 1751.

511 Swing. 7s & 6s. D.

_Paradise of Joy._

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

2 Oh, sweet and blessed country,
The home of God's elect!
Oh, sweet and blessed country,
That eager hearts expect!
Jesus, in mercy bring us
To that dear land of rest;
Who art, with God the Father,
And Spirit, ever blest.

Bernard of Cluny, 1145.
J.M. Neale, tr., 1751.

512 Immanuel's Land. 7s & 6s. D.

_In Immanuel's Land._

The sands of time are wasting,
The dawn of heaven breaks;
The summer morn I've sighed for,
The fair, sweet morn awakes.
Oh, dark hath been the midnight,
But day-spring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.

2 Oh, Christ, he is the fountain,
The deep, sweet well of love;
The streams of earth I've tasted,
More deep I'll drink above.
There, to an ocean fullness,
His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.

3 Oh, I am my Beloved's,
And my Beloved's mine;
He brings a poor, vile sinner
Into his house divine.
Upon the Rock of Ages
My soul, redeemed, shall stand,
Where glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.

Annie Ross Cousin, 1857.

513 Immanuel's Land. 7s & 6s. D.

_Heb. 11: 14._

Jerusalem, the glorious!
The glory of th' elect,--
O dear and future vision
That eager hearts expect!
Ev'n now by faith I see thee,
Ev'n here thy walls discern;
To thee my thoughts are kindled,
And strive, and pant, and yearn!

2 The cross is all thy splendor,
The Crucified, thy praise;
His laud and benediction
Thy ransomed people raise;--
Jerusalem! exulting
On that securest shore,
I hope thee, wish thee, sing thee,
And love thee evermore!

3 O sweet and blessed country!
Shall I e'er see thy face?
O sweet and blessed country!
Shall I e'er win thy grace?--
Exult, O dust and ashes!
The Lord shall be thy part;
His only, his forever,
Thou shalt be, and thou art!

Bernard of Cluny, 1145.
J.M. Neale, _tr._ 1757

514 Varina. C.M. D.

_The Heavenly Canaan._ (1116)

There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides,
This heavenly land from ours.

2 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.
But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea,
And linger, shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

3 O could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes--
Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

515 Varina. C.M.D.

_Heavenly Rest in Anticipation_ (1118)

When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I'll bid farewell to every fear
And wipe my weeping eyes.
Should earth against my soul engage,
And fiery darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage.
And face a frowning world.

2 Let cares like a wild deluge come
Let storms of sorrow fall--
So I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all.
There I shall bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

516 Varina. C.M.D.

_The Society of Heaven._ (1126)

Jerusalem! my glorious home!
Name ever dear to me!
When shall my labors have an end,
In joy, and peace, and thee?
When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls
And pearly gates behold?
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?

2 Oh, when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths have no end?
There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know:
Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes
I onward press to you.

3 Why should I shrink at pain and woe?
Or feel at death dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.
Jerusalem! my glorious home!
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labors have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.

Francis Baker (?), 1801.

517 Over There. P.M.

_The Home Over There._ (1141)

Oh, think of the home over there,
By the side of the river of light,
Where the saints all immortal and fair,
Are robed in their garments of white.

Ref.--Over there, over there,
Oh, think of the home over there;
Over there, over there, over there,
Oh, think of the home over there.

2 Oh, think of the friends over there,
Who before us the journey have trod,
Of the songs that they breathe on the air.
In their home in the palace of God.

Ref.--Over there, over there,
Oh, think of the friends over there;
Over there, over there, over there,
Oh, think of the friends over there.

3 My Savior is now over there,
There my kindred and friends are at rest;
Then away from my sorrow and care,
Let me fly to the land of the blest.

Ref.--Over there, over there,
My Savior is now over there;
Over there, over there, over there,
My Savior is now over there.

4 I'll soon be at home over there,
For the end of my journey I see;
Many dear to my heart, over there,
Are watching and waiting for me.

Ref.--Over there, over there,
I'll soon be at home over there;
Over there, over there, over there,
I'll soon be at home over there.

Rev. D.W.C. Huntington.

518 Sweet By and By. P.M.

_The Other Side._ (1150)

There's a land that is fairer than day
And by faith we can see it afar;
For the Father waits over the way,
To prepare us a dwelling-place there.

Cho.--In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore;
In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore.

2 We shall sing on that beautiful shore
The melodious songs of the blest,
And our spirits shall sorrow no more,
Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.

3 To our bountiful Father above
We will offer the tribute of praise,
For the glorious gift of his love.
And the blessings that hallow our days.

4 We shall rest on that beautiful shore,
In the joys of the saved we shall share;
All our pilgrimage toil will be o'er,
And the conqueror's crown we shall wear.