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HYMN 170. C. M.
14 His smiles and his comforts abound, Evening.
His grace, as the dew, shall descend;
And walls of salvation surround 1 NOW from the altar of our hearts,
The soul he delights to defend.
X. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE 2 Minutes and mercies multiplied
HYMN 174. C. M.
Renouncing the World. More swift, more free than they. 1 LET worldly ininds the world pursue, 3 New time, new favors, and new joys,
It has no charms for me; Do a new song require;
Once I admired its follies too, Till we shall praise thee as we would, But grace has set me free. Accept our hearts' desire.
2 Those follies now no longer please, HYMN 171. S. M.
No more delight afford ;
Far from my heart be joys like these, Evening.
Now I have known the LORD. 1 THE day is past and gone;
3 As by the light of opening day The evening shades appear;
The stars are all conceal'd, O may we all remember well
So earthly pleasures fade away The night of death draws near.
When Jesus is reveal'd. 2 We lay our garments by,
4 Creatures no more divide my choice, Upon our beds to rest;
I bid them all depart; So death shall soon disrobe us all
His name, and love, and gracious voice Of what is here possest.
Shall rix my roving heart. 3 LORD, keep us safe this night, 5 Now, LORD, I would be thine alone, Secure from all our fears;
And wholly live to thee;
Thy worth is all my plea.
HYMN 175. L. M.
Not ashamed of CHRIST. 1 SOFTLY now the light of day
I JESUS! and shall it ever be, Fades upon my sight away;
A mortal man ashamed of thce! Free from care, from labor free,
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, LORD, I would commune with thee! Whose glories shine through endless days! 2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye
2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far Naught escapes, without, within, Let night disown each radiant star; Pardon each infirmity,
"T is nridnight with my soul, till he, Open fault, and secret sin.
Bright morning Star, bid darkness flee. 3 Soon, for me, the light of day
3 Ashamed of JESUS! 0, as soon Shall for ever pass away ;
Let morning blush to own the sun; Then, tiom sin and sorrow free,
He sheds the beams of light divine Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee. O'er this benighted soul of mine. 4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known 4 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear friend All of man's infirmity;
On whom my hopes of heaven depend Then, from thine eternal throne,
No; when I blush, be this my shame, Jesus, look with pitying eye.
That I no more revere his name.
5 Ashamed of Jesus! empty pride;
'll boast a Saviour crucified ; Evening
And, 0, may this my portion be, 1 INSPIRER and hearer of prayer; My Saviour not ashamed of me!
Thou shepherd and guardian of thine My all to thy covenant care
HYMN 176. S. M. Í, sleeping or waking, resign.
Prayer for Christian Gracer 2 If thou art my sl.ield and my sun, 1 JESUS, my strength, my hope, The night is no darkness to me;
On thee I cast my care, And, fast as my minutes roll on,
With humble confidence look up, They bring ine but nearer to thee.
And know thou hear'st my prayer 3 A sovereign protector I have,
Give me on thee to wait, Unseen, yet for ever at hand;
Till I can all things do; Unchangeably faithful to save,
On thee, almighty to create, Almighty to rule and command.
Almighty to renew.
2 I want a sober mind,
TO JESUS let us lift our eyes, A self-renouncing will,
Bright pattern of the Christian life. That tramples down and casts behind,
2 Oh! how benevolent and kind! The baits of pleasing ill:
How mild, how ready to forgive! A soul inured to pain,
Be this the temper of our mind,
And these the rules by which we live.
3 To do his heavenly Father's will
Was his employment and delight; 3 I want a godly fear,
Humility and holy zeal
Shone through his life divinely bright.
4 Dispensing good where'er he came, A spirit still prepared,
The labors of his life were love; And arm’d with jealous care,
Then, if we bear the Saviour's name, For ever standing on its guard,
By his example let us inove. And watching unto prayer..
5 But, ah! how blind, how weak we are ! 4 I want a heart to pray,
How frail, how apt to turn aside! To pray and never cease,
LORD, we depend upon thy care ; Never to murmur at thy stay,
We ask thy Spirit for our guide. Or wish my suff'rings less ;
6 Thy fair example may we trace, This blessing, above all,
To teach us what we ought to be; Always to pray I want,
Make us, by thy transforming grace, Out of the deep on thee to call,
O Saviour, daily more like thee. And never, never faint. 5 I want a true regard,
HYMN 179. S. M.
1 A CHARGE to keep I have, A jealous, just concern
A God to glorify; For thine immortal praise ;
A never-dying soul to save, A pure desire that all may learn
And fit it for the sky: And glorify thy grace.
2 From youth to hoary age, 6 I rest upon thy word,
My calling to fulfil : The promise is for me;
O may it all iny powers engage My succor and salvation, LORD,
To do my Master's will. Shall surely come from thee;
3 Arm me with jealous care, But let me still abide,
As in thy sight to live, Nor from my hope remove,
And O! thy servant, LORD, prepare Till thou niy patient spirit guide
A strict account to give : Into thy perfect love.
4 Help me to watch and pray, HYMN 177. III. 3.
And on thyself rely;
Assured if I my trust betray,
I shall for ever die.
HYMN 180. C. M.
"Forgetting those things which are behind,”' &c.
Philip. iii. 13, 14. 2 Open now the crystal fountains Whence the living waters flow;
1 AWAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve, Let the fiery, cloudy pillar,
And press with vigor on, Lead me all my journey through.
A heavenly race vleinands thy zeal,
And an inmortal crown. 3 Feed me with the heavenly manna In this barren wilderness ;
2 A cloud of witnesses around,
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way. 4 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside;
3 ”T is God's all-auimating voice Death of death, and hell's destruction,
That calls thee from on high; Land me safe on Canaan's side.
'Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine uplifted eye.
4 Then wake, my soul, stretch every nerve, Following the Example of CHRIST.
And press with vigor on, 2 WHENE'ER the angry passions rise, A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife, 1 And an immortal crown.
HYMN 181. C. M.
Might I not with reason fear
I should be a cast-away!
Trials give new life to prayer;
Lay me low, and keep me there. 2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
HYMN 184. C. M.
1 WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power 3 My best desires are faint and few,
Be my vain wishes stilld: I fain would strive for more;
And may this consecrated hour But when I cry, "My strength renew," With better hopes be fillid.
Seem weaker than before. 4 I see thy saints with comfort fill'd,
2 Thy love the power of thought bestow'd When in thy house of prayer;
To thee my thoughts would soar : But still in bondage I am held,
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd, And find no comfort there.
That mercy I adore. 5 O make this heart rejoice or ache,
3 In each event of life, how clear Decide this doubt for me;
Thy ruling hand I see! And if it be not broken, break;
Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferr'd by thee.
4 In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise, 1 0 FOR a closer walk with God,
Or seek relief in prayer.
5 When gladness wings my favor'd hour, That leads me to the Lamb!
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resign'd, when storins of sorrow lower, 2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
My soul shall meet thy will.
6 My lifted eye, without a tear, OF JESUS and his word?
The gath'ring storm shall see'; 3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd ;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear,
That heart will rest on thee.
Walking with God. Sweet messenger of rest;
1 SINCE I've known a Saviour's name, I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And sin's strong fetters broke, And drove thee from my breast.
Careful without care I am, 5 The dearest idol I have known,
Nor feel my easy yoke : Whate'er that idol be,
Joyful now my faith to show, Help me to tear it from thy throne, I find his service my reward, And worship only thee.
All the work I do below 6 So shall my walk be close with God;
Is light, for such a Lord. Calm and serene my frame;
2 To the desert or the cell, So purer light shall mark the road
Let others blindly fly,
In this evil world I dwell,
Nor fear its enmity;
Here I find a house of prayer,
To which I inwardly retire;
Waiking unconcern'd in care,
And unconsumed in fire.
3 O that all the world might know 2 Trials must and will befal;
of living, LORD, to thee,
Find their heaven begun below,
And here thy goodness see;
Walk in all the works prepared
By thee to exercise their grace,
Till they gain their full reward,
HYMN 186. L. M.
Or in the shadow's fleeting form
That mocks the gazer's eye. 1 AS, when the weary trav'ller gains.
3 Determined are the days that fly The height of some commanding hill,
Successive o'er thy head;
'The number'd hour is on the wing, His heart revives, if o'er the plains He sees his home, though distant still;
That lays thee with the dead. 2 So, when the Christian pilgrim views
4 Great God! afflict not, in thy wrath,
The short allotted span,
That bounds the few and weary days
Of pilgrimage to man. 3 The hope of heaven his spirit cheers;
HYMN 189. C.M. No more he grieves for sorrows past; 1 HARK! from the tombs a mournful **** Nor any future conflict fears, So he may safe arrive at last.
Mine ears attend the cry; 4 O LORD, on thee our hopes we stay, “ Ye living men, come view the ground To lead us on to thine abode;
“Where you must shortly lie. Assured thy love will far o'erpay,
2 “ Princes, this clay must be your bed, The hardest labors of the road.
" lo spite of all your towers; HYMN 187. IV. 4.
“ The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head
“Must lie as low as ours." " I would not live alway." Job vii. 16.
3 Great God! is this our certain doom? 1 I WOULD not live alway: I ask not to
And are we still secure? stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the Still walking downward to the tomb, way ;
And yet prepare no more?
[here, The few lurid mornings that dawn on us 4 Grant us the power of quick’ning grace Are enough for life's woes, full enough for
To raise our souls to thee, its cheer.
That we may view thy glorious face 2 I would not live alway, thus fetter'd by sin,
To all eternity, Temptation without, and corruption within:
HYMN 190. S. M. E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with
Job xiv. 11-14. fears,
[tears. 1 THE mighty flood that rolls And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent
Its torrents to the main, 3 I would not live alway; no-welcome Can ne'er recal! its waters lost the tomb,
(gloom; From that abyss again : Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its 2 So days, and years, and time, There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me
Descending down to night, arise To hail him in triumph descending the Can thenceforth never more return
Back to the sphere of light: 4 Who, who would live alway, away from
3 And man, when in the grave, his GOD; Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Until the eternal moro shall wake
Can never quit its glova, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the
The slumber of the tomb. bright plains, And the noontide of glory ete, nally reigns: 4 0 may I find, in death, 5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony Secure from wo and sin; till call'd
A hiding-place with God, meet,
To share his bless'd abode!
Through toil, and care, and grief, And the smile of the LORD is the feast of Till my appointed course is run, the soul !
And death shall bring relig
1 VITAL spark of heavenly flame!
Quit, o quit this mortal frame!
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,
Oh! the pain, the bliss of dying!
And let me languish into life. Thy doom is wrillen: "Dust thou art, 2 Hark! they whisper! angels say, “To dust thou shalt return."
Sister spirit, come away! 2 Behold the emblem of thy state
What is this absorbs me quite;
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath?
HYMN 194. II. 7.
1 GREAT God, what do I see and head
On clouds of glory seated :
The dead which they contait'd before; o death, where is thy sting!
Prepare, my soul, to meet Him.
2 The dead in CHRIST shall first arise XII. JUDGMENT.
At the last trumpet's sounding,
Caught up to meet him in the skies,
With joy their Lord surrounding: 1 WHEN, rising from the bed of death, N2 gloomy fears their souls dismay,
O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, His presence sheds eternal day
On those prepared to meet Him.
3 But sinners, fill'd with guilty fears, 2 If yet, while pardon may be found,
Behold his wrath prevailing;
For they shall rise, and find their tears
The day of grace is past and gone; 3 When thou, O LORD, shalt stand dis- Trembling they stand before the throne, closed
All unprepared to meet Him.
4 Great God, what do I see and hear! And sit in judgment on my soul,
The end of things créated!
The Judge of man I see appear, 4 But thou hast told the troubled mind,
On clouds of glory seated :
Beneath His cross I view the day
When heaven and earth shall pass away, Shall endless wo prevent.
And thus prepare to meet Him. 5 Then never shall my soul despair
HYMN 195. III. 1.
St. Luke xiii. 24-27.
I SEEK, my soul, the narrow gate,
Enter ere it be too late;
Many ask to enter there, 1 AND will the Judge descend?
When too late to offer prayer. And must the dead arise?
2 Gon from mercy's seat shall rise, And not a single soul escape
And for ever bar the skies : His all-discerning eyes?
Then, though sinners cry without, 2 And from His righteous lips
He will say, “I know you not."
“We have eat with thee, and heard 3 “Depart from me, accursed,
“Heavenly teaching in thy word.” “ To everlasting flame,
4 Vain, alas ! will be their plea, “For rebel angels first prepared,
Workers of iniquity; “Where mervy never came."
Sad their everlasting lot; 4 How will my heart endure
"I know you not."
XII. ETERNITY. 5 But, ere the trumpet shakes
1 OH! where shall rest be found! What joyful tidings spread!
Rest for the weary soul: 6 Ye sinners, seek His grace,
"T were vain the ocean's depths to sound Whose wrath ye cannot bear
Or pierce to either pole. Fly to the shelter of his cross,
2 The world can never give And find salvation there.
The bliss for which we sigh: 7 So shall that curse remove,
'T is not the whole of life to live, By which the Saviour bled;
Nor all of death to die. And the last awful day shall pour
3 Beyond this vale of tears His blessings on your head.
There is a life above,