HYMN 181. C. M.
Doubting.

1 THE LORD will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow;
Then tell me, gracious GOD, is mine
A contrite heart, or no?

2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
Insensible as steel;

If aught is felt, 't is only pain
To find I cannot feel.

3 My best desires are faint and few,
I fain would strive for more;

But when I cry, "My strength renew,"
Seem weaker than before.

4 I see thy saints with comfort fill'd,
When in thy house of prayer;
But still in bondage I am held,
And find no comfort there.

5 O make this heart rejoice or ache,
Decide this doubt for me;
And if it be not broken, break
And heal it if it be.

HYMN 182.

C. M. Desires after renewed holiness. 1 O 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?

8 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd;
How sweet their mem'ry still:
But now I feel an aching void
The world can never fill.

4 Return, O 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,
Whate'er 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.

HYMN 183. III. 1.
Trials.

1 "T IS my happiness below,
Not to live without the cross;
But the Saviour's power to know,
Sanctifying every loss.

2 Trials must and will befal;

But with humble faith to see
Love inscribed upon them all;
This is happiness to me.
3 Did I meet no trials here,
No chastisement by the way,

Might I not with reason fear
I should be a cast-away?

4 Trials make the promise sweet;
Trials give new life to prayer;
Bring me to my Saviour's feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there.

HYMN 184. C. M.

Habitual Devotion.

1 WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power,
Be my vain wishes still'd:
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be fill'd.

2 Thy love the power of thought bestow'd,
To thee my thoughts would soar:
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd,
That mercy I adore.

3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!

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,
Or seek relief in prayer.

5 When gladness wings my favor'd hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resign'd, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet thy will.

6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gath'ring storm shall see;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear,
That heart will rest on thee.

HYMN 185.

Walking with GOD.

1 SINCE I've known a Saviour's name,
And sin's strong fetters broke,
Careful without care I am,

Nor feel my easy yoke:
Joyful now my faith to show,
I find his service my reward,
All the work I do below

Is light, for such a Lord.

2 To the desert or the cell,
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 0 that all the world might know
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,
And see thee face to face.

Heaven seen by Faith.

1 AS, when the weary trav'ller gains The height of some commanding hill, His heart revives, if o'er the plains

He sees his home, though distant still; 2 So, when the Christian pilgrim views By faith his mansion in the skies, The sight his fainting strength renews, And wings his speed to reach the prize. 3 The hope of heaven his spirit cheers; No more he grieves for sorrows past; Nor any future conflict fears,

So he may safe arrive at last.

4 0 LORD, on thee our hopes we stay,
To lead us on to thine abode;
Assured thy love will far o'erpay
The hardest labors of the road.

HYMN 187. IV. 4.

"I would not live alway." Job vii. 16. 1 I WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay

Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way;

[here, The few lurid mornings that dawn on us Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.

21 would not live alway, thus fetter'd by sin, Temptation without, and corruption within: E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears, [tears. And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent 3 I would not live alway; no-welcome [gloom; Since JESUS hath lain there, I dread not its There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me [skies. To hail him in triumph descending the 4 Who, who would live alway, away from his GOD;

the tomb,

arise

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: 5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, [greet; Their Saviour and brethren, transported to While the anthems of rapture unceasingly

roll,

And the smile of the LORD is the feast of the soul!

1 THE mighty flood that rolls Its torrents to the main, Can ne'er recall its waters lost From that abyss again: 2 So days, and years, and time, Descending down to night, Can thenceforth never more return

Back to the sphere of light: 3 And man, when in the grave, Until the eternal morn shall wake Can never quit its gloom,

4

The slumber of the tomb.

O may I find, in death, Secure from wo and sin; till call'd A hiding-place with Gon,

To share his bless'd abode!

5 Chcer'd by this hope, I wait,

Through toil, and care, and grief, Till my appointed course is run, And death shall bring relief. HYMN 191.

1 VITAL spark of heavenly Blame!
Quit, O quit this mortal frame!
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,
Oh! the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.

2 Hark! they whisper! angels say,
Sister spirit, come away!
What is this absorbs me quite;
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,

Drowns my spirit, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
S The world recedes, it disappears!
Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears
With sounds seraphic ring!
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O grave, where is thy victory!
Ŏ death, where is thy sting!

XII. JUDGMENT.

HYMN 192. C. M.

1 WHEN, rising from the bed of death,
O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker, face to face;
Oh! how shall I appear!

2 If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,

My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought-

1 GREAT GOD, what do I see and hear The end of things created! The Judge of man I see appear,

On clouds of glory seated:
The trumpet sounds; the graves restore
The dead which they contain'd before;
Prepare, my soul, to meet Him.

2 The dead in CHRIST shall first arise
At the last trumpet's sounding,
Caught up to meet him in the skies,
With joy their LORD surrounding:
No gloomy fears their souls dismay,
His presence sheds eternal day

On those prepared to meet Him.

3 But sinners, fill'd with guilty fears,
Behold his wrath prevailing;

For they shall rise, and find their tears
And sighs are unavailing:

The day of grace is past and gone;

closed

In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,

Oh! how shall I appear!

4 But thou hast told the troubled mind, Who does her sins lament,

That faith in CHRIST'S atoning blood
Shall endless wo prevent.

5 Then never shall my soul despair
Her pardon to procure,

Who knows thine only Son has died
To make that pardon sure.

HYMN 193. S. M.
1 AND will the Judge descend?
And must the dead arise?
And not a single soul escape
His all-discerning eyes?

2 And from His righteous lips

Shall this dread sentence sound;

And through the num'rous guilty throng
Spread black despair around?

3 "Depart from me, accursed,
"To everlasting flame,
"For rebel angels first prepared,
"Where mercy never came."

4 How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day:

When earth and heaven before His face Astonish'd shrink away?

5 But, ere the trumpet shakes

The mansions of the dead,

Hark, from the Gospel's cheering sound, What joyful tidings spread!

6 Ye sinners, seek His

grace,

Whose wrath ye cannot bear
Fly to the shelter of his cros3,
And find salvation there.

7 So shall that curse remove,
By which the Saviour bled;
And the last awful day shall pour
His blessings on your head.

All unprepared to meet Him.

4 Great GOD, what do I see and hear!
The end of things created!
The Judge of man I see appear,
On clouds of glory seated:
Beneath His cross I view the day
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
And thus prepare to meet Him.

1 SEEK, my soul, the narrow gate,
Enter ere it be too late;

Many ask to enter there,
When too late to offer prayer.

2 GOD from mercy's seat shall rise,
And for ever bar the skies:
Then, though sinners cry without,
He will say, "I know you not."
3 Mournfully will they exclaim;
"LORD! we have profess'd thy name;
"We have eat with thee, and heard
"Heavenly teaching in thy word."
4 Vain, alas! will be their plea,
Workers of iniquity;
Sad their everlasting lot;

CHRIST will say, "I know you not."

1 HOW long shall earth's alluring toys
Detain our hearts and eyes,
Regardless of immortal joys,
And strangers to the skies!

2 These transient scenes will soon decay, They fade upon the sight;

And quickly will their brightest day
Be lost in endless night.

3 Their brightest day, alas, how vain!
With conscious sighs we own;
While clouds of sorrow, care, and pain,
O'ershade the smiling noon.

40 could our thoughts and wishes fly
Above these gloomy shades,

To those bright worlds beyond the sky,
Which sorrow ne'er invades!

5 There joys unseen by mortal eyes,
Or reason's feeble ray,
In ever-blooming prospects rise,
Unconscious of decay.

LORD, send a beam of light divine,
To guide our upward aim!
With one reviving touch of thine
Our languid hearts inflame.

Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing,
Our ardent wishes rise,

To those bright scenes where pleasures spring

Immortal in the skies.

HYMN 198.

C. M.

1 THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Eternal day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-fading flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

3 Bright fields, beyond the swelling flood, Stand dress'd in living green;

So to the Jews fair Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.

4 But tim'rous mortals start, and shrink
To cross the narrow sea;
And linger, trembling on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5 Oh! could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love

With faith's illumined eyes!

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's streams, not death's cold flood,

Should fright us from the shore.

eye,

heart,

Inspire each lifeless tongue; And let the joys of heaven impart Their influence to our song.

? Sorrow, and pain, and every care,
And discord there shall cease;
And perfect joy, and love sincere,
Adorn the realms of peace.
The soul from sin for ever free,
Shall mourn its power no more;
But, clothed in spotless purity,
Redeeming love adore.

The exalted Saviour shines; And beams ineffable delight On all the heavenly minds.

5 There shall the followers of the Lamb Join in immortal songs;

In songs of endless joy.

6 Thy presence beams eternal day
O'er all the blissful place;
Who would not drop this load of clay
And die to see thy face?

HYMN 201.

III. 1.
Rev. vii. 9, &c.

1 WHO are these in bright array?
This innumerable throng,
Round the altar, night and day
Tuning their triumphant song?
"Worthy is the Lamb once slain,
"Blessing, honor, glory, power,
"Wisdom, riches, to obtain;
"New dominion every hour."

2 These through fiery trials trod;
These from great affliction came;
Now before the throne of GOD,
Seal'd with his eternal name:
Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor palms in every hand,
Through their great Redeemer's might
More than conquerors they stand.
3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed;
Them the Lamb anridst the throne
Shall to living fountains lead:
Joy and gladness banish sighs;
Perfect love dispels their fears;
And, for ever from their eyes
GOD shall wipe away their tears.

1 GOD of our fathers! by whose hand
Thy people still are blest,
Be with us through our pilgrimage;
Conduct us to our rest.

2 Through each perplexing path of life
Our wand'ring footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.

3 O spread thy shelt'ring wings around,
Till all our wand'rings cease,
And, at our Father's loved abode

Our souls arrive in peace.

4 Such blessings from thy gracious hand
Our humble prayers implore;
And thou, the LORD, shalt be our God,
And portion evermore.

1 OH! happy is the man who hears
Religion's warning voice,
And who celestial wisdom makes
His early, only choice.

2 For she has treasures greater far
Than east or west unfold;

More precious are her bright rewards
Than gems, or stores of gold.

3 Her right hand offers to the just
Immortal, happy days;
Her left, imperishable wealth,

And heavenly crowns displays.
4 And, as her holy labors rise,
So her rewards increase;
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths are peace.

1 THE morning flowers display their sweets,

And gay their silken leaves unfold; As careless of the noon-day heats, And fearless of the evening cold. 2 Nipp'd by the wind's unkindly blast, Parch'd by the sun's more fervent ray, The momentary glories waste,

The short-lived beauties die away.

3 So blooms the human face divine, When youth its pride of beauty shows; Fairer than spring the colors shine, And sweeter than the opening rose. 4 But, worn by slowly rolling years, Or broke by sickness in a day, The fading glory disappears,

The short-lived beauties die away. 5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb, With lustre brighter far shall shine; Revive with ever-during bloom,

. Safe from diseases and decline. 6 Let sickness blast, and death devour, If heaven shall recompense our pains; Perish the grass, and fade the flower, If firm the word of GOD remains.

HYMN 206. C. M.

Isaiah xl. 27-31.

ness,

Glory, vict'ry, are thine own; All is thine in earth and heaven, Over all thy boundless throne.

3 Riches come of thee, and honor; Power and might to thee belong; Thine it is to make us prosper, Only thine to make us strong,

Despairing of relief,

As if the LORD o'erlook'd thy cares,

Or pitied not thy grief?

2 Hast thou not known, hast thou not

heard,

That firm remains on high,

The everlasting throne of Him Who made the earth and sky?