The Christian's hope.
1 Hail sweetest, dearest tie that binds
Our glowing hearts in one,
Hail! sacred hope that tunes our minds
To harmony divine.
It is the hope, the blissful hope,
Which Jesus' grace has given;
The hope, when days and years are past
We all shall meet in Heaven;
We all shall meet in heaven at last,
We all shall meet in heaven;
The hope, when days and years are past
We all shall meet in heaven.
2 What tho' the northern wintry blast
Shall howl around our cot;
What tho' beneath an eastern sun
Ye still we share the blissful hope
Which Jesus' grace hath given, &c.
3 From Burmah's shores, from Afric's
strand,
From India's burning plain,
From Europe, from Columbia's land,
We hope to meet again-
It is the hope, the blissful hope
Which Jesus' grace hath given, &c.
Our future meeting knows;
4 No lingering look, no parting sigh,
There friendship beams from every eye,
And hope immortal grows.
O sacred hope! O blissful hope!
Which Jesus' grace has given. &c.
1. Hark, my soul, it is the Lord! 'Tis thy Saviour, hear his
2. "I deliver'd thee when bound, And when bleeding, heal'd thy
word! Jesus speaks, he speaks to thee, 'Say,poor sinner,lov'st thou me?'
wound, Sought thee wand'ring,set thee right, Turn'd thy darkness into
3 "Can a mother's tender care
Cease towards the child she bare?
Tho' she may forgetful be,
Yet I will remember thee.
4 "Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above,
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.
[light. (5 "Thou shalt see my glory soon, When the work of grace is done,Partner of my throne shalt be: Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me ?" 6 Lord, it is my chief complaint That my love is weak and faint, Yet I love thee, and adore: O for grace to love thee more!
JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL. 78.
1. Je - sus, lov-er of my soul,Let me to thy bosom fly,
| While the wa-ters near me roll, While the tempest still is high;
2 Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on thee,
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me!
Hide me, O my Saviour! hide,
Till the storm of life be past;
Safe into the haven guide;
Oh, receive my soul at last!
The Christian Warfare.
1 Brethren while we sojourn here,
Fight we must, but should not fear;
Foes we have, but we've a friend,
One who loves us to the end:
Forward then with courage go,
Long we shall not dwell below;
Soon the joyful news will come,
Child, your Father calls-come home.
2 In the world a thousand snares
Lay to take us unawares;
Satan with malicious art,
Watches each unguarded heart;
But from Satan's malice free,
Saints shall soon victorious be;
Soon the joyful news will come,
Child, your Father calls-come home.
3 But of all the foes we meet,
None so apt to turn our feet;
None betray us into sin,
Like the foes we have within;
Yet let nothing spoil your peace,
Christ will also conquer these:
Then the joyful news will come,
Child, your Father calls-come home.
Come, said Jesus.
1 Come! said Jesus' sacred voice,
Come, and make my paths your choice:
I will guide you to your home,-
Weary pilgrim, hither come!
Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn,
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,
Long hast roamed the barren waste,
Weary pilgrim, hither haste!
2 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
Guilt, in strong remorse, who mourn;
Here repose your heavy care:
Conscience wounded, who can bear?
Sinner, come! for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound;
Peace that ever shall endure;
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.
The Christian's Inquiry.
1 'Tis a point I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought,
Do I love the Lord or no?
Am I his or am I not?
If I love, why am I thus ?
Why this dull, this lifeless frame?
Hardly sure can they be worse
Who have never known his name.
2 Could my heart so hard remain,
Prayer a task and burden prove,
Every trifle give me pain,
If I knew a Saviour's love?
Should I joy his saints to meet,
Choose the way I once abhorred;
Find at times the promise sweet,
If I did not love the Lord ?
3 Lord, decide this doubtful case,
Thou who art thy people's sun,
Shine upon thy work of grace,
If indeed it is begun.
Let me love thee more and more;
If I love at all, I pray;
If I have not loved before,
Help me to begin this day.
Rock of Ages.
1 Rock of ages! cleft I see,
Let me hide myself in thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From thy side, a healing flood,
Be of fear and sin the cure;
Save from wrath and make me pure.
2 Should my tears for ever flow,
Should my zeal no languor know,
This for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and thou alone:
In my hand no price I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling.
3 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyelids close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold thee on thy throne,
Rock of ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.
2 Was it for crimes that I have done,
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When Christ the mighty Saviour died,
For man the creatore's sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes in tears.
5 But tears of grief can ne'er repay,
The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away, "Tis all that I can do.
The Tribunal.
1 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
And I receive my just desert
Shall shortly be made known,
For all that I have done.
3 How careful, then, ought I 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.
5 If now thou standest at the door,
O, let me feel thee near!
And make my peace with God, before I at thy bar appear.
3. Sal-vation! let the ech - o fly The spacious 4. Sal-vation O! thou bleeding Lamb, To thee the
spire to raise the sound, Conspire to raise the sound, etc.
dwell upon my tongue, And dwell upon my tongue, &c.
Absence of God intolerable.
1 That awful day will surely come;
The appointed hour makes haste,
When I must stand before my 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 word, "Depart?"
3 The thunder of that dismal word
Would so torment my ear,
"Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord,
With most tormenting fear.
O, wretched state of deep despair,
To see my God remove,
And fix my doleful station where
I must not taste his love'
5 0, tell me that my worthless name
Is graven on thy hands;
Show me some promise, in thy book,
Where my salvation stands.
6 Give me one kind, assuring word,
To sink my fears again;
And cheerfully my soul shall wait
Her threescore years and ten.
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