66 MILLENNIAL DAWN. 7s & 6s. G. J. WEBB.
1. The morning light is breaking, The darkness disappears, b4 b-4
2. Rich dews of grace come o'er us,In many a gentle shower,
The sons of earth are waking, To penitential tears;
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 Saviour's blessing,
A nation in a day.
14 Blest river of salvation,
Pursue thy 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 has come.
1 Speak often to each other,
To cheer the fainting mind;
And often be your voices
In pure devotion joined:
Tho' trials may await you,
The crown before you lies;
Take courage brother pilgrim,
And soon you'll win the prize.
2 O, do not be discouraged,
For Jesus is your friend,
And if you want more knowledge,
He'll not refuse to lend ;
Neither will he upbraid you,
Tho' often you request;
He'll give you grace to conquer.
Then take you home to rest.
3 Ye shall be mine, says Jesus,
In that auspicious day,
When I make up my jewels,
Released from cumb'rous clay;
I'll polish and refine you
From worldly dross and sin,
And to my heavenly kingdom
Will bid you enter in.
4 On that important morning,
When all the saints get home,
And light celestial's beaming
With radiance from the throne;
Lift up your heads rejoicing,
And wave your golden palms,
Lo, you're redeemed forever
From death's corrupted bands.
The Good Physician.
1 How lost was my condition,
Till Jesus made me whole'
There is but one Physician
Can cure the sin-sick soul.
Next door to death he found me,
And snatched me from the grave,
To tell to all around me
His wondrous pow'r to save.
2 A risen, living Jesus,
Seen by an eye of faith,
At once from danger frees us,
And saves the soul from death.
Come then to this Physician,
His help he'll freely give;
He makes no hard condition,
Tis only look and live.
Longing for Heaven.
10 when shall I see Jesus,
And reign with him above,
And from that flowing fountain,
Drink everlasting love?
When shall I be delivered
From this vain world of sin,
And with my blessed Jesus,
Drink endless pleasures in?
2 But now I am a soldier,
My Captain's gone before;
He's given me my orders,
And bid me not give o'er.
If I continue faithful,
A righteous crown he'll give,
And all his valiant soldiers,
Eternal life shall have.
3 Thro' grace I am determined
To conquer though I die,
And then away to Jesus
On wings of love I'll fly.
Farewell to sin and sorrow,
I bid you all adieu;
And Ŏ, my friends, prove faithful,
And on your way pursue.
4 And if you meet with troubles
And trials on your way,
Then cast your care on Jesus,
And don't forget to pray;
Gird on your heavenly armor
Of faith, and hope, and love,
And when the combat's ended
He'll carry you above.
5 And when the last loud trumpet
Shall rend the vaulted skies,
And bid the entombed millions
From their cold beds arise,
Our ransom'd dust revived,
Bright beauties shall put on,
And soar to the blest mansions
Where our Redeemer's gone.
1. The pearl that worldlings covet Is not the pearl for me;
Its beauties fade as quickly, As sun-shine on the sea;
2. The crown that decks the monarch Is not the crown for me; It dazzles but a moment, Its brightness soon will flee;
But there's a pearl whose beauty Fades not, tho' bright it
But there's a crown whose radiance No mor- tal eye can
its val-ue seeth, Oh! that's the pearl for me.
ev - er ev- er shining-Oh! that's the crown for
*Words arranged for this tune by Mrs. M. A. KIDder.
3 The road that many travel
Is not the road for me;
It leads to death and sorrow,
In it I would not be ;
But there's a road, though narrow,
Hath pleasures rich and free;
"Tis marked by Jesus' footsteps;
Oh that's the road for me.
4 The hope that sinners cherish
Is not the hope for me;
Most surely they will perish,
Unless from sin made free;
But there's a hope that calmeth
The waves of life's dark sea;
It pointeth up to heaven;
Oh! that's the hope for me.
1 From Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sands!
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver
Their land from error's chain.
2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile;
In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strown;
The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.
3 Shall we whose souls are lighted
By wisdom from on high,
Shall we to man benighted
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O Salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation
Has learn'd Messiah's name.
4 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 ransom'd nature,
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.
Closet Prayer.
Go when the morning shineth,
Go when the noon is bright,
Go when the eve declineth,.
Go in the hush of night;
Go with pure mind and feeling,
Fling earthly thought away,
And in thy chamber kneeling,
Do thou in secret pray.
12 Remember all who love thee,
All who are loved by thee;
Pray too for those who hate thee,
If any such there be;
Then for thyself in meekness
A blessing humbly claim,
And link with each petition
Thy great Redeemer's name.
3 Or if 'tis e'er denied thee
In solitude to pray,
Should holy tho'ts come o'er thee,
When friends are round thy way,
E'en then the silent breathing
Of thy spirit raised above,
Will reach his throne of glory,
Who is mercy, truth and love.
4 Oh not a joy or blessing
With this can we compare;
The power that he hath given us,
To pour our souls in prayer:
When e'er thou pin'st in sadness,
Before his footstool fall,
And remember in thy gladness
His love who gave thee all.
1 Rise,my soul, and stretch thy wings.
Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things,
Towards heaven, thy native place :
Sun, and moon, and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.
2 Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire ascending seeks the sun,-
Both speed them to their source:
So a soul that's born of God
Pants to view his glorious face,
Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.
1. I have sought round the ver-dant earth, For I have tried ev'ry
all, all doth cloy. Lord, be-stow on me, Grace to set the
2 I have wandered in mazes dark, Of doubt and distress,
I have had not a kindling spark, My spirit to bless;
Cheerless unbelief, Fill'd my laboring soul with grief,
What shall give relief? What shall give peace?
3 I then turned to thy Gospel, Lord, From folly away,
I then trusted thy holy word, That taught me to pray,
Here I found release. Weary spirit here found rest,
Hope of endless bliss, Eternal day.
4 I will praise now my Heavenly King, I'll praise and adore;
The heart's richest tribute bring To thee, God of power;
And in heaven above, Saved by thy redeeming love,
Loud the strains shall move, Forevermore.
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