Chapter D: W. Whittle (3)

Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish;
Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel;
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal!

2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,
Hope when all others die, fadeless and pure--
Here speaks the Comforter, in God's name saying,
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.

3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing
Forth from the throne of God, boundless in love;
Come to the feast prepared, come, ever knowing
Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.

Vs. 1, 2, by Thomas Moore, 1816.
Vs. 3 by Thos. Hastings.

375 Follow On! P.M.

_Following Christ._

Down in the valley with my Savior I would go, Where the flowers are blooming and the sweet waters flow; Ev'rywhere he leads me I would follow, follow on, Walking in his footsteps till the crown be won.

Ref.--Follow! follow! I would follow Jesus!
Anywhere, everywhere I would follow on!
Follow! follow! I would follow Jesus!
Ev'rywhere he leads me I will follow on!

2 Down in the valley with my Savior I would go, Where the storms are sweeping and the dark waters flow; With his hand to lead me I will never, never fear, Dangers cannot frighten me if my Lord is near.

3 Down in the valley, or upon the mountain steep, Close beside my Savior would my soul ever keep; He will lead me safely, in the path that he has trod, Up to where they gather on the hills of God.

W.O. Cushing.

376 Trusting Jesus. 7s.

_Undoubting Trust._

Simply trusting ev'ry day, Trusting thro' a stormy way; Even when my faith is small, Trusting Jesus, that is all.

Cho.--Trusting as the moments fly,
Trusting as the days go by;
Trusting him whate'er befall,
Trusting Jesus, that is all.

2 Brightly doth his Spirit shine Into this poor heart of mine; While he leads I cannot fall, Trusting Jesus, that is all.

3 Singing if my way is clear; Praying if the path is drear; If in danger for him call; Trusting Jesus, that is all.

4 Trusting him while life shall last, Trusting him till earth is past; Till within the jasper wall, Trusting Jesus, that is all.

E.P. Stites.

377 A Shelter in the Time of Storm. L.M.

_Divine Refuge._

The Lord's our Rock, in him we hide,
A shelter in the time of storm;
Secure whatever ill betide,
A shelter in the time of storm.

Cho.--Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land,
A weary land, a weary land,
Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land,
A shelter in the time of storm.

2 A shade by day, defense by night,
A shelter in the time of storm;
No foes alarm, no fears affright,
A shelter in the time of storm.

3 The raging storms may round us beat,
A shelter in the time of storm;
We'll never leave our safe retreat,
A shelter in the time of storm.

4 O Rock divine, O Refuge dear,
A shelter in the time of storm;
Be thou our helper, ever near,
A shelter in the time of storm.

Anon, Arranged.

378 Under His Wings. 8s.

_Psalm 91._

In God I have found a retreat,
Where I can securely abide;
No refuge nor rest so complete;
And here I intend to reside.

Cho.--Oh, what comfort it brings,
As my soul sweetly sings,
I am safe from all danger
While under his wings.

2 I dread not the terror by night,
No arrow can harm me by day;
His shadow has covered me quite,
My fears he has driven away.

3 The pestilence walking about,
When darkness has settled abroad,
Can never compel me to doubt
The presence and power of God.

4 The wasting destruction at noon
No fearful foreboding can bring;
With Jesus my soul doth commune,
His perfect salvation I sing.

5 A thousand may fall at my side,
And ten thousand at my right hand;
Above me his wings are spread wide,
Beneath them in safety I stand.

James Nicholson.

379 He Knows It All. 8s & 4s.

_Divine Sympathy._

He knows the bitter, weary way, The endless striving day by day, The souls that weep, the souls that pray-- He knows it all.

Ref.--He knows it all,
The bitter, weary way;
O souls that weep, O souls that pray,
He knows it all.

2 He knows how hard the fight has been, The clouds that come our lives between, The wounds the world has never seen-- He knows it all.

3 He knows, when, faint and worn, we sink, How deep the pain, how near the brink Of dark despair we pause and shrink-- He knows it all.

4 He knows! oh, thought so full of bliss! For though on earth our joys we miss. We still can bear it, feeling this-- He knows it all.

Unknown.

380 Cast Thy Burden on the Lord.

Cast thy burden on the Lord, And he will sustain thee, and strengthen thee, and comfort thee; He will sustain thee, and comfort thee; He will sustain thee, he will comfort thee; Cast thy burden on the Lord!

381 Lux Benigna. 10s. & 4s.

_Lead Thou Me On._

Lead, kindly Light, amid th' encircling gloom, Lead thou me on, The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead thou me on; Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me.

2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou Shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path, but now Lead thou me on; I loved the garish day, and spite of fears, Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years.

3 So long thy pow'r has blessed me, sure it still Will lead me on; O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone; And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.

Cardinal J.H. Newman

382 Joy Cometh in the Morning. P.M.

_Joy After Weeping._

Oh, weary pilgrim, lift your head,
For joy cometh in the morning;
For God, in his own Word, hath said
That joy cometh in the morning.

Cho.--Joy cometh in the morning,
Joy cometh in the morning;
Weeping may endure for a night,
But joy cometh in the morning.

2 Ye trembling saints, dismiss your fears,
For joy cometh in the morning;
Oh, weeping mourner, dry your tears,
For joy cometh in the morning.

3 Let ev'ry burdened soul look up,
For joy cometh in the morning;
And ev'ry trembling sinner hope,
For joy cometh in the morning.

4 Our God shall wipe all tears away,
For joy cometh in the morning;
Sorrow and sighing flee away,
For joy cometh in the morning.

M.M. Weinland.

383 Landis. S.M.

_God's Tenderness in Our Grief._ (883)

How tender is thy hand,
Oh, thou beloved Lord!
Afflictions come at thy command,
And leave us at thy word.

2 How gentle was the rod
That chastened us for sin!
How soon we found a smiling God,
Where deep distress had been!

3 A Father's hand we felt,
A Father's heart we knew;
With tears of penitence we knelt,
And found his word was true.

4 We told him all our grief,
We thought of Jesus' love;
A sense of pardon brought relief,
And bade our pains remove.

Thomas Hastings.

384 Retreat. L.M.

_The Mercy-Seat._ (787)

From every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat;-- 'Tis found before the mercy-seat.

2 There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads,-- A place, than all besides, more sweet; It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.

3 There is a spot where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend; Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy-seat.

4 There, there, on eagle's wings we soar, And time, and sense seem all no more; And heaven comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy-seat!

5 Oh! may my hand forget her skill, My tongue be silent, cold, and still, This bounding heart forget to beat, If I forget the mercy-seat!

Hugh Stowell, 1827.

385 Retreat. L.M.

_Design of Prayer._ (796)

Prayer is appointed to convey
The blessings God designs to give:
Long as they live should Christians pray;
They learn to pray when first they live.

2 If pain afflict or wrongs oppress;
If cares distract, or fears dismay;
If guilt deject; if sin distress;
In every case, still watch and pray.

3 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak,
Tho' thought be broken, language lame,
Pray, if thou canst or canst not speak,
But pray with faith in Jesus' name.

4 Depend on him, thou canst not fail;
Make all thy wants and wishes known;
Fear not, his merits must prevail,
Ask but in faith, it shall be done.

Joseph Hart. _D._ 1768

386 Retreat. L.M.

_Psalm 104:34._ (794)

My God, is any hour so sweet
From blush of morn to evening star,
As that which calls me to thy feet,
The calm and holy hour of prayer?

2 Blest is the tranquil break of morn,
And blest the hush of solemn eve,
When on the wings of prayer up-borne,
This fair, but transient, world I leave.

3 Then is my strength by thee renewed;
Then are my sins by thee forgiven;
Then dost thou cheer my solitude,
With clear and beauteous hopes of heaven.

4 No words can tell what sweet relief,
There for my every want I find;
What strength for warfare, balm for grief,
What deep and cheerful peace of mind.

5 Lord, till I reach the blissful shore,
No privilege so dear shall be,
As thus my inmost soul to pour
In faithful, filial prayer to thee!

Charlotte Elliott, 1854.

387 Sweet Hour of Prayer. L.M.D.

_Blessedness of Prayer._ (790)

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! That calls me from a world of care, And bids me at my Father's throne Make all my wants and wishes known: In seasons of distress and grief, My soul has often found relief; And oft escaped the tempter's snare, By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!

2 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! Thy wings shall my petition bear To him whose truth and faithfulness Engage the waiting soul to bless. And since he bids he seek his face, Believe his word, and trust his grace, I'll cast on him my ev'ry care And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!

3 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! May I thy consolation share, Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height, I view my home and take my flight: This robe of flesh I'll drop and rise To seize the everlasting prize; And shout, while passing thro' the air, Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!

Rev. W.W. Walford, 1846.

388 Brown. C.M.

_Secret Prayer._ (776)

I love to steal awhile away
From ev'ry cumb'ring care,
And spend the hours of setting day
In humble, grateful prayer.

2 I love in solitude to shed
The penitential tear,
And all his promises to plead,
Where none but God can hear.

3 I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,
And all my cares and sorrows cast
On him whom I adore.

4 I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heaven;
The prospect doth my strength renew,
While here by tempests driven.

5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,
May its departing ray
Be calm as this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day!

Mrs. Phoebe H. Brown, 1825.

389 Brown. C.M.

_Graces Sought in Prayer._ (786)

Lord! teach us how to pray aright,
With reverence and with fear;
Though dust and ashes in thy sight,
We may, we must draw near.

2 God of all grace, we come to thee,
With broken, contrite hearts,
Give, what thine eye delights to see,
Truth in the inward parts;

3 Patience, to watch, and wait, and weep,
Though mercy long delay;
Courage, our fainting souls to keep,
And trust thee though thou slay.

4 Give these, and then--thy will be done--
Thus strengthened with all might,
We by the Spirit and thy Son,
Shall pray, and pray aright.

James Montgomery, 1819.

390 Brown. C.M.

_Mark 13:33._ (784)

The Savior bids thee watch and pray
Through life's momentous hour;
And grants the Spirit's quickening ray
To those who seek his power.

2 The Savior bids thee watch and pray,
Maintain a warrior's strife;
Oh, Christian! hear his voice to-day;
Obedience is thy life.

3 The Savior bids thee watch and pray,
For soon the hour will come
That calls thee from the earth away
To thy eternal home.

4 The Savior bids thee watch and pray
Oh, hearken to his voice,
And follow where he leads the way,
To heaven's eternal joys.

T. Hastings.

391 Devizes. C.M.

_Prayer._ (781)

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,
Uttered or unexpressed;
The motion of a hidden fire,
That trembles in the breast.

2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear,
The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.

3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech,
That infant lips can try;
Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach
The Majesty on high.

4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,
The Christian's native air:
His watchword at the gates of death;
He enters heaven with prayer.

5 Oh, Thou, by whom we come to God,--
The Life, the Truth, the Way!
The path of prayer thyself hast trod;
Lord! teach us how to pray.

James Montgomery, 1819.

392 Marlow. C.M.

_A Throne of Grace._ (778)

A throne of grace! then let us go
And offer up our prayer;
A gracious God will mercy show
To all that worship there.

2 A throne of grace! oh, at that throne
Our knees have often bent,
And God has showered his blessings down
As often as we went.

3 A throne of grace! rejoice, ye saints!
That throne is open still;
To God unbosom your complaints,
And then inquire his will.

Corbin.

393 Notting Hill. C.M.

_Communion in Prayer._ (777)

Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal,
While here o'er earth we rove;
Speak to our hearts, and let us feel
The kindling of thy love.

2 With thee conversing, we forget
All time, and toil, and care:
Labor is rest, and pain is sweet,
If thou, my God! art here.

3 Here, then, my God, vouchsafe to stay,
And bid my heart rejoice:
My bounding heart shall own thy sway,
And echo to thy voice.

4 Thou callest me to seek thy face--
'Tis all I wish to seek;
T' attend the whisperings of thy grace,
And hear thee only speak.

Charles Wesley, 1740.

394 Aletta. 7s.

_At the Throne._ (804)

Come, my soul! thy suit prepare; Jesus loves to answer prayer; He himself has bid thee pray, Therefore will not say thee nay.

2 Thou art coming to a King, Large petitions with thee bring; For his grace and power are such, None can ever ask too much.

3 Lord! I come to thee for rest, Take possession of my breast; There thy blood-bought right maintain, And without a rival reign.

4 While I am a pilgrim here, Let thy love my spirit cheer; As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, Lead me to my journey's end.

John Newton, 1779.

395 What a Friend We Have in Jesus. 8s & 7s. D.

_The Privilege of Prayer._

What a friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear;
What a privilege to carry
Ev'rything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit,
O what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
Ev'rything to God in prayer!

2 Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged,
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful,
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our ev'ry weakness,
Take it to the Lord in prayer!

3 Are we weak and heavy laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?--
Precious Savior, still our refuge,--
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer;
In his firms he'll take and shield thee,
Thou wilt find a solace there.

Unknown.

396 The Lord's Prayer.

_Chant._

Our Father who art in heaven, | Hallowed | be thy | name, || Thy kingdom come; thy will be done in | earth, as it | is in | heaven,

2 Give us this | day our | daily bread, || And forgive us our debts, as | we for- | give our | debtors.

3 Lead us not into temptation, but de- | liver | us from | evil; || For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for | ever. | A- | men.

397 Thatcher. S.M.

_I. Tim. 2:8._ (1168)

Come at the morning hour,
Come, let us kneel and pray;
Pray'r is the Christian pilgrim's staff
To walk with God all day.

2 At noon beneath the Rock
Of Ages, rest and pray;
Sweet is that shelter from the sun
In weary heat of day.

3 At evening, in thy home,
Around its altar, pray;
And finding there the house of God,
With heaven then close the day.

4 When midnight veils our eyes,
Oh, it is sweet to say,
I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord!
With thee to watch and pray.

Anon.

398 Capello. S.M.

_The Throne of Grace._ (801)

Behold the throne of grace!
The promise calls me near;
There Jesus shows a smiling face,
And waits to answer prayer.

2 That rich atoning blood,
Which sprinkled round I see,
Provides, for those who come to God,
An all-prevailing plea.

3 My soul! ask what thou wilt;
Thou canst not be too bold;
Since his own blood for thee he spilt,
What else can he withhold?

4 Thine, image, Lord! bestow,
Thy presence and thy love;
I ask to serve thee here below,
And reign with thee above.

5 Teach me to live by faith;
Conform my will to thine;
Let me victorious be in death,
And then in glory shine.

John Newton, 1779.

399 Tell It to Jesus Alone. P.M.

_The Sympathizing Friend._

Are you weary, are you heavy-hearted?
Tell it to Jesus.
Are you grieving over joys departed?
Tell it to Jesus alone.

Cho.--Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus,
He is a Friend that's well known;
You have no other such a friend or brother!
Tell it to Jesus alone.

2 Do the tears flow down your cheeks unbidden?
Tell it to Jesus.
Have you sins that to man's eye are hidden?
Tell it to Jesus alone.

3 Do you fear the gath'ring clouds of sorrow?
Tell it to Jesus.
Are you anxious what shall be to-morrow?
Tell it to Jesus alone.

4 Are you troubled at the tho't of dying?
Tell it to Jesus.
For Christ's coming kingdom are you sighing?
Tell it to Jesus alone.

J. E. Rankin, D. D.

400 Maitland. C.M.

_The Cross and the Crown._ (835)

Must Jesus bear the cross alone,
And all the world go free?
No, there's a cross for every one,
And there's a cross for me.

2 How happy are the saints above,
Who once went mourning here!
But now they taste unmingled love,
And joy without a tear.

3 This consecrated cross I'll bear,
Till death shall set me free,
And then go home my crown to wear,
For there's a crown for me.

4 Upon the crystal pavement, down
At Jesus' pierced feet,
Joyful, I'll cast my golden crown,
And his dear name repeat.

5 And palms shall wave, and harps shall ring
Beneath heaven's arches high;
The Lord, that lives, the ransomed sing,
That lives no more to die.

6 Oh! precious cross! oh! glorious crown!
Oh! resurrection day!
Ye angels! from the skies come down,
And bear my soul away.

V. 1. Thomas Shepherd, 1692. Vs. 2-3, G. N. Allen, 1849, _a._

401 Maitland. C.M.

_The Christian Race._ (783)

Awake, my soul--stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
A bright, immortal crown.

2 'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high:
'Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.

3 A cloud of witnesses around,
Hold thee in full survey:
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.

4 Blest Savior, introduced by thee
Have we our race begun;
And, crowned with vict'ry, at thy feet
We'll lay our laurels down.

P. Doddridge, 1740.

402 Maitland. C.M.

_Christian Charity._ (809)

Blest is the man, whose softening heart
Feels all another's pain;
To whom the supplicating eye
Was never raised in vain;--

2 Whose breast expands with generous warmth,
A stranger's woes to feel,
And bleeds in pity o'er the wound
He wants the power to heal.

3 He spreads his kind supporting arms
To every child of grief;
Hie secret bounty largely flows,
And brings unasked relief.

4 To gentle offices of love,
His feet are never slow;
He views, through mercy's melting eye,
A brother in a foe.

Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1772.

403 Boylston. S.M.

_The Christian's Life-Work._ (798)

A charge to keep I have,
A God to glorify;
A never-dying-soul to save,
And fit it for the sky:---

2 To serve the present age,
My calling to fulfill,--
Oh! may it all my powers engage--
To do my Master's will.

3 Arm me with jealous care,
As in thy sight to live;
And, oh, thy servant, Lord! prepare
A strict account to give.

4 Help me to watch and pray,
And on thyself rely;
Assured, if I my trust betray,
I shall forever die.

Charles Wesley, 1762.

404 Boylston. S.M.

_Sowing and Reaping._ (1014)

Sow in the morn thy seed,
At eve hold not thy hand;
To doubt and fear give thou no heed;
Broad-cast it o'er the land.

2 And duly shall appear,
In verdure, beauty, strength,
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,
And the full corn at length.

3 Thou canst not toil in vain;
Cold, heat, and moist, and dry,
Shall foster and mature the grain,
For garners in the sky.

4 Thence, when the glorious end,
The day of God, shall come,
The angel-reapers shall descend,
And heaven cry "Harvest-home!"

James Montgomery, 1825.

405 Boylston. S.M.

_Doing Good._ (821)

We give thee but thine own,
Whate'er the gift may be:
All that we have is thine alone,
A trust, O Lord! from thee.

2 O, hearts are bruised and dead,
And homes are bare and cold,
And lambs, for whom the Shepherd bled,
Are straying from the fold.

3 To comfort and to bless,
To find a balm for woe,
To tend the lone and fatherless
Is angels' work below.

4 The captive to release,
To God the lost to bring,
To teach the way of life and peace,
It is a Christ-like thing.

5 And we believe thy word,
Though dim our faith may be:
Whate'er for thine we do, O Lord,
We do it unto thee.

William Walsham How, 1854.

406 Triumph. L.M.

_The Useful Life._ (818)

Go, labor on; spend, and be spent,-- Thy joy to do the Father's will; It is the way the Master went; Should not the servant tread it still?

2 Go, labor on; 'tis not for naught; Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain; Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not, The Master praises;--what are men?

3 Go, labor on; enough, while here, If he shall praise thee, if he deign Thy willing heart to mark and cheer, No toil for him shall be in vain.

4 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice; For toil comes rest, for exile home; Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice, The midnight peal,--"Behold! I come!"

Horatius Bonar, 1857.

407 Just As I am. L.M.

_Consistency.--Titus 2: 10-13._ (737)

So let our lips and lives express The holy gospel we profess; So let our works and virtues shine To prove the doctrine all divine.

2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad The honors of our Savior God; When his salvation reigns within, And grace subdues the power of sin.

3 Religion bears our spirits up, While we expect that blessed hope,-- The bright appearance of the Lord; And faith stands leaning on his word.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

408 Essex. 8s & 7s.

_The Responsibilities of the Age._

We are living, we are dwelling,
In a grand and awful time,
In an age on ages telling;
To be living is sublime.

2 Hark the onset! will ye fold your
Faith-clad arms in lazy lock?
Up! O up! thou drowsy soldier;
Worlds are charging to the shock.

3 Worlds are charging, heav'n beholding;
Thou hast but an hour to fight;
Now, the blazoned cross unfolding,
On! right onward for the right.

4 On! let all the soul within you
For the truth's sake go abroad;
Strike! let ev'ry nerve and sinew
Tell on ages--tell for God.

Bp. Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1840.

409 Triumph. L.M.

_Zeal.--John 9:4._ (1009)

Go, labor on, while it is day;
The world's dark night is hastening on;
Speed, speed thy work,--cast sloth away!
It is not thus that souls are won.

2 Men die in darkness at your side,
Without a hope to cheer the tomb;
Take up the torch and wave it wide--
The torch that lights time's thickest gloom.

3 Toil on, faint not;--keep watch and pray!
Be wise the erring soul to win;
Go forth into the world's highway;
Compel the wanderer to come in.

4 Go, labor on; your hands are weak;
Your knees are faint, your soul cast down;
Yet falter not; the prize you seek
Is near,--a kingdom and a crown!

H. Bonar, 1857.

410 Triumph. L.M.

_Psalm 41._ (819)

Blest is the man whose heart doth move,
And melt with pity to the poor;
Whose soul, by sympathizing love,
Feels what his fellow-saints endure.

2 His heart contrives, for their relief,
More good than his own hands can do;
He, in the time of general grief,
Shall find the Lord has pity too.

3 His soul shall live secure on earth,
With secret blessings on his head,
When drought, and pestilence, and dearth
Around him multiply their dead.

4 Or, if he languish on his couch,
God will pronounce his sins forgiven,
Will save him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing soul to heaven.

Isaac Watts. 1719.

411 Rescue the Perishing. P.M.

_Seeking the Lost._

Rescue the perishing, Care for the dying, Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave; Weep o'er the erring one, Lift up the fallen, Tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save.

Cho.--Rescue the perishing,
Care for the dying;
Jesus is merciful,
Jesus will save.

2 Tho' they are slighting him, Still he is waiting, Waiting the penitent child to receive. Plead with them earnestly, Plead with them gently, He will forgive if they only believe.

3 Down in the human heart, Crushed by the tempter, Feelings lie buried which grace can restore. Touched by a loving heart, Wakened by kindness, Cords that were broken will vibrate once more.

4 Rescue the perishing, Duty demands it; Strength for thy labor the Lord will provide. Back to the narrow way Patiently win them; Tell the poor wand'rer a Savior has died.

Fanny J. Crosby.

412 While the Days Are Going By. P.M.

_Daily Opportunity._

There are lonely hearts to cherish, While the days are going by; There are weary souls who perish, While the days are going by; If a smile we can renew, As our journey we pursue, Oh, the good we all may do, While the days are going by.

Ref.--Going by, going by,
Going by, going by,
Oh, the good we all may do,
While the days are going by.

2 There's no time for idle scorning, While the days are going by; Let your face be like the morning, While the days are going by; Oh, the world is full of sighs, Full of sad and weeping eyes; Help your fallen brother rise, While the days are going by.

3 All the loving links that bind us, While the days are going by; One by one we leave behind us, While the days are going by; But the seeds of good we sow Both in shade and shine will grow, And will keep our hearts aglow, While the days are going by.

George Cooper.

413 I Want to Be a Worker. P.M.

_Delight in God's Work._

I want to be a worker for the Lord,
I want to love and trust his holy word;
I want to sing and pray, and be busy ev'ry day
In the vineyard of the Lord.

Cho.--I will work, I will pray,
In the vineyard, in the vineyard of the Lord;
I will work, I will pray, I will labor ev'ry day
In the vineyard of the Lord.

2 I want to be a worker ev'ry day,
I want to lead the erring in the way
That leads to heav'n above, where all is peace and love,
In the kingdom of the Lord.

3 I want to be a worker strong and brave,
I want to trust in Jesus' power to save;
All who will truly come, shall find a happy home
In the kingdom of the Lord.

4 I want to be a worker; help me, Lord,
To lead the lost and erring to thy word
That points to joys on high, where pleasures never die,
In the kingdom of the Lord.

Isaiah Baltzell.

414 Seeds of Promise. C.M.

_Seedtime and Harvest._

Oh, scatter seeds of loving deeds,
Along the fertile field,
For grain will grow from what you sow,
And fruitful harvest yield.

CHO--Then day by day along your way,
The seeds of promise cast,
That ripened grain from hill and plain,
Be gathered home at last.

2 Tho' sown in tears the weary years,
The seed will surely live;
Tho' great the cost it is not lost,
For God will fruitage give.

3 The harvest home of God will come;
And after toil and care,
With joy untold your sheaves of gold
Will all be garnered there.

Jessie H. Brown.

415 We're Marching to Zion. S.M.

_The Christian Journey._

Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known,
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.

Cho.--We're marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion,
We're marching upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.

2 Let those refuse to sing
Who never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.

3 The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

4 Then let our songs abound,
And ev'ry tear be dry;
We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground
To fairer worlds on high.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

416 Work, for the Night is Coming. P.M.

_Work While it is Day._

Work, for the night is coming,
Work thro' the morning hours;
Work while the dew is sparkling,
Work 'mid springing flowers;
Work, when the day grows brighter,
Work in the glowing sun;
Work, for the night is coming,
When man's work is done.

2 Work, for the night is coming,
Work thro' the sunny noon;
Fill brightest hours with labor,
Rest comes sure and soon;
Give ev'ry flying minute,
Something to keep in store;
Work, for the night is coming,
When man works no more.

3 Work, for the night is coming,
Under the sunset skies;
While their bright tints are glowing,
Work, for daylight flies;
Work till the last beam fadeth,
Fadeth to shine no more;
Work while the night is dark'ning,
When man's work is o'er.

Annie L. Walker.

417 Bringing in the Sheaves. P.M.

_Spiritual Harvest._

Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness,
Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve;
Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping,
We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.

Cho.--Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves,
We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves;
Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves,
We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.

2 Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in the shadows,
Fearing neither clouds nor winter's chilling breeze;
By and by the harvest and the labor ended,
We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.

3 Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master,
Though the loss sustained our spirit often grieves;
When our weeping's over, he will bid us welcome;
We shall come, rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.

Knowles Shaw.

418 Crown After Cross. P.M.

_Tears and Joy._

Light after darkness,
Gain after loss,
Strength after weariness,
Crown after cross,
Sweet after bitter,
Song after sigh,
Home after wandering,
Praise after cry.

Cho.--Now comes the weeping,
Then the glad reaping;
Now comes the labor hard,
Then the reward.

2 Sheaves after sowing,
Sun after rain,
Sight after mystery,
Peace after pain,
Joy after sorrow,
Calm after blast,
Rest after weariness,
Sweet rest at last.

3 Near after distant,
Gleam after gloom,
Love after loneliness,
Life after tomb.
After long agony,
Rapture of bliss;
Right was the pathway
Leading to this.

Frances R. Havergal.

419 I Love to Tell the Story. 7s. & 6s. D.

_The Old, Old Story._

I love to tell the story
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and his glory,
Of Jesus and his love!
I love to tell the story,
Because I know it's true;
It satisfies my longings,
As nothing else would do.

Cho.--I love to tell the story!
'Twill be my theme in glory,
To tell the old, old story
Of Jesus and his love.

2 I love to tell the story!
More wonderful it seems,
Than all the golden fancies
Of all our golden dreams.
I love to tell the story!
It did so much for me!
And that is just the reason,
I tell it now to thee.

3 I love to tell the story!
'Tis pleasant to repeat
What seems, each time, I tell it,
More wonderfully sweet.
I love to tell the story!
For some have never heard
The message of salvation
From God's own Holy Word.

4 I love to tell the story!
For those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting
To hear it like the rest.
And when, in scenes of glory,
I sing the new, new song,
'Twill be--the old, old story
That I have loved so long.

Miss Kate Hankey, 1867.

420 Only a Word. P.M.

_Speaking for Christ._

Only a word for Jesus,
Spoken in fear with sense of need;
Yet, with the Master's blessing,
Thousands that word may feed.

Cho.--Give me a word for thee, Master!
Give me a word for thee!
To speak thy praise,
Some soul to raise,
Oh, give me a word for thee.

2 Only a word for Jesus,
Gentle and low with falt'ring breath;
Yet, with the Spirit's thrilling,
Winning a soul from death.

3 Only a word for Jesus,
Only a wav'ring soul to hear;
Yet, thro' increasing ages,
Widen its help and cheer.

4 Only a word for Jesus,
Feeble the love and praise appear:
Angels their songs are ceasing,
Glad this new note to hear.

E. S. Lorenz.

421 Is Your Lamp Still Burning? P.M.

_Waiting His Coming._

Are you Christ's light bearer? Of his joy a sharer? Is this dark world fairer For your cheering ray? Is your beacon lighted, Guiding souls benighted To the land of perfect day?

Cho.--Oh, brother, is your lamp trimmed and burning?
Is the world made brighter by its cheering ray?
Are you ever waiting
For your Lord's returning?
Are you watching day by day?

2 Is your heart warm glowing, With his love o'erflowing, And his goodness showing More and more each day? Are you pressing onward, With Christ's faithful vanguard, In the safe and narrow way?

3 Keep your altars burning, Wait your Lord's returning, While your heart's deep yearning Draws him ever near; With his radiance splendid Shall your light be blended When his glory shall appear?

Priscilla J. Owens.

422 Will Jesus Find Us Watching? P.M.

_Faithfulness._

When Jesus comes to reward his servants,
Whether it be noon or night,
Faithful to him will he find us watching,
With our lamps all trimmed and bright?

Ref.--Oh, can we say we are ready, brother?
Ready for the soul's bright home?
Say, will he find you and me still watching,
Waiting, waiting when the Lord shall come?

2 If at the dawn of the early morning,
He shall call us one by one,
When to the Lord we restore our talents,
Will he answer thee--Well done?

3 Have we been true to the trust he left us?
Do we seek to do our best?
If in our hearts there is naught condemns us,
We shall have a glorious rest.

4 Blessed are those whom the Lord finds watching,
In his glory they shall share;
If he shall come at the dawn or midnight,
Will he find us watching there?

Fanny J. Crosby.

423 Laban. S.M.

_Watchfulness and Prayer._ (763)

My soul, be on thy guard,
Ten thousand foes arise:
The hosts of sin are pressing hard
To draw thee from the skies.

2 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray;
The battle ne'er give o'er;
Renew it boldly every day,
And help divine implore.

3 Ne'er think the vict'ry won
Nor lay thine armor down;
Thy arduous work will not be done
Till thou obtain thy crown.

4 Fight on, my soul, till death
Shall bring thee to thy God;
He'll take thee, at thy parting breath,
To his divine abode.

George Heath, 1806.

424 Laban. S.M.

_The Panoply of God._ (761)

Soldiers of Christ! arise,
And put your armor on,--
Strong, in the strength which God supplies,
Through his eternal Son:--

2 Strong, in the Lord of hosts,
And in his mighty power;
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts,
Is more than conqueror.

3 Stand, then, in his great might,
With all his strength endued;
And take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God:--

4 That, having all things done,
And all your conflicts past,
You may o'ercome through Christ alone,
And stand entire at last.

5 From strength to strength go on;
Wrestle, and fight, and pray;
Tread all the powers of darkness down,
And win the well-fought day.

6 Still let the Spirit cry,
In all his soldiers, "Come,"
Till Christ, the Lord, descends from high,
And takes the conquerors home.

Charles Wesley, 1749.

425 Laban. S.M.

_Victory is on the Lord's Side._ (765)

Arise, ye saints, arise!
The Lord our Leader is:
The foe before his banner flies,
And victory is his.

2 We soon shall see the day
When all our toils shall cease;
When we shall cast our arms away,
And dwell in endless peace.

3 This hope supports us here;
It makes our burdens light:
'Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer,
Till faith shall end in sight:--

4 Till, of the prize possessed,
We hear of war no more;
And ever with our Leader rest,
On yonder peaceful shore.

Thomas Kelly, 1803.

426 Maitland. C.M.

_The Sacrifices of Warfare._ (751)

Am I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?

2 Must I be carried to the skies
On flow'ry beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed thro' bloody seas?

3 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

4 Sure I must fight if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord;
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.

5 Thy saints in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
By faith they bring it nigh.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thy armies shine
In robes of vict'ry through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.

Isaac Watts, 1723

427 America. 6s & 4s.

_Christian Soldiers._ (773)

Soldiers of Christ are we Marching to victory, Marching to heaven; In his bright armor dressed, His cross our chosen crest, And for our food and rest, His word is given.

2 Tho' foes our path surround, Tho' toils and cares abound, Onward we tread; We hear our Lord's command; We grasp each shining brand, And, like a banner grand, Hope waves o'erhead.

3 Soldiers of Christ are we, Light, Love, and Liberty Our battle call! Till truth shall win the day, Till right shall gain the sway, Till sin is driven away, We fight or fall.

428 Webb. 7s & 6s.

(771)

Stand up, stand up for Jesus,
Ye soldiers of the cross!
Lift high his royal banner,
It must not suffer loss;
From victory unto victory
His army shall he lead,
Till every foe is vanquished.
And Christ is Lord indeed.

2 Stand up, stand up for Jesus.
The trumpet call obey;
Forth to the mighty conflict,
In this his glorious day;
Ye that are men! now serve him,
Against unnumbered foes;
Your courage rise with danger,
And strength to strength oppose.

3 Stand up, stand up for Jesus,
Stand in his strength alone;
The arm of flesh will fail you;
Ye dare not trust your own;
Put on the gospel armor,
And, watching unto prayer,
Where duty calls, or danger,
Be never wanting there.

4 Stand up, stand up for Jesus:
The strife will not be long;
This day, the noise of battle,--
The next, the victor's song;
To him that overcometh,
A crown of life shall be;
He, with the King of glory,
Shall reign eternally!

George Duffield, 1858.

429 Webb. 7s & 6s.

_Psalm 27._ (772)

God is my strong salvation;
What foe have I to fear?
In darkness and temptation,
My Light, my Help is near:
Though hosts encamp around me,
Firm to the fight I stand;
What terror can confound me,
With God at my right hand?

2 Place on the Lord reliance;
My soul! with courage wait;
His truth be thine affiance,
When faint and desolate;
His might thy heart shall strengthen,
His love thy joy increase;
Mercy thy days shall lengthen;
The Lord will give thee peace.

James Montgomery, 1822.

430 Yield Not to Temptation. P.M.

_Courage._

Yield not to temptation,
For yielding is sin;
Each vict'ry will help you
Some other to win.
Fight manfully onward,
Dark passions subdue;
Look ever to Jesus,
He'll carry you through.

Cho.--Ask the Savior to help you,
Comfort, strengthen, and keep you;
He is willing to aid you,
He will carry you through.

2 Shun evil companions,
Bad language disdain,
God's name hold in rev'rence,
Nor take it in vain;
Be thoughtful and earnest,
Kind-hearted and true;
Look ever to Jesus,
He'll carry you through.

3 To him that o'ercometh,
God giveth a crown;
Through faith we shall conquer,
Though often cast down;
He who is our Savior
Our strength will renew;
Look ever to Jesus,
He'll carry you through.

H.R. Palmer.

431 St. Martin's. C.M.

_Founded on a Rock._ (892)

With stately towers and bulwarks strong,
Unrivaled and alone,
Loved theme of many a sacred song;
God's holy city shone.

2 Thus fair was Zion's chosen seat,
The glory of all lands;
Yet fairer and in strength complete,
The Christian temple stands.

3 The faithful of each clime and age
This glorious church compose;
Built on a Rock, with idle rage
The threat'ning tempest blows.

4 Fear not; though hostile bands alarm,
Thy God is thy defense;
And weak and powerless every arm
Against Omnipotence.

Isaac Watts.

432 St. Martin's. C.M.

_The Church Immovable._ (891)

Oh! where are kings and empires now,
Of old that went and came?
But, Lord! thy church is praying yet,
A thousand years the same.

2 We mark her goodly battlements,
And her foundations strong;
We hear within the solemn voice
Of her unending song.

3 For, not like kingdoms of the world,
Thy holy church, O God!
Though earthquake shocks are threatening her,
And tempests are abroad;

4 Unshaken as eternal hills,
Immovable she stands,
A mountain that shall fill the earth,
A house not made by hands.

Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1839, _a._

433 St. Martin's. C.M.

_Returning to Zion._ (894)

Daughter of Zion, from the dust
Exalt thy fallen head;
Again in thy Redeemer trust--
He calls thee from the dead.

2 Awake, awake, put on thy strength,
Thy beautiful array;
The day of freedom dawns at length--
The Lord's appointed day.

3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge,
And send thy heralds forth;
Say to the South, Give up thy charge!
And, Keep not back, O North!

4 They come, they come; thine exiled bands,
Where'er they rest or roam,
Have heard thy voice in distant lands,
And hasten to their home.

James Montgomery, 1825.

434 St. Martin's. C.M.

_Little Flock._

Church of the ever-living God,
The Father's gracious choice,
Amid the voices of this earth
How feeble is thy voice!

2 Not many rich or noble called,
Not many great or wise:
They whom God makes his kings and priests
Are poor in human eyes.

3 But the chief Shepherd comes at length;
Their feeble days are o'er,
No more a handful in the earth,
A little flock no more.

H. Bonar, _ab._

435 Laban. S.M.

_Psalm 137._ (914)

I love thy kingdom, Lord!
The house of thine abode,
The church our blest Redeemer saved,
With his own precious blood.

2 I love thy church, O God!
Her walls before thee stand,
Dear as the apple of thine eye,
And graven on thy hand.

3 For her my tears shall fall,
For her my prayers ascend;
To her my cares and toils be given,
Till toils and cares shall end.

4 Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heavenly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.

5 Sure as thy truth shall last,
To Zion shall be given
The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heaven.

Timothy Dwight, 1800.

436 State Street. S.M.

_A Revival Sought._ (912)

Revive thy work, O Lord!
Thy mighty arm make bare;
Speak, with the voice that wakes the dead,
And make thy people hear.

2 Revive thy work, O Lord!
Disturb this sleep of death;
Quicken the smoldering embers now,
By thine almighty breath.

3 Revive thy work, O Lord!
Exalt thy precious name;
And, by the Holy Ghost, our love
For thee and thine inflame.

4 Revive thy work, O Lord!
And give refreshing showers;
The glory shall be all thine own,
The blessing, Lord! be ours.

Albert Midlane, 1861.

437 Ware. L.M.

_Christ's Everlasting Kingdom._ (895)

Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom spread from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

2 From north to south the princes meet, To pay their homage at his feet; While western empires own their Lord, And savage tribes attend his word.

3 To him shall endless prayer be made, And endless praises crown his head; His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise, With every morning sacrifice.

4 People and realms of every tongue Dwell on his love with sweetest song, And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his name.

5 Blessings abound where'er he reigns; The prisoner leaps to lose his chains; The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest.

6 Let every creature rise and bring Peculiar honors to our King; Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the loud Amen!

Isaac Watts, 1719.

438 Ware. L.M.

_The Glory of the Church._ (904)

Triumphant Zion! lift thy head From dust, and darkness, and the dead; Though humbled long, awake at length, And gird thee with thy Savior's strength.

2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, And let thy various charms be known; The world thy glories shall confess, Decked in the robes of righteousness.

3 No more shall foes unclean invade, And fill thy hallowed walls with dread; No more shall hell's insulting host Their vict'ry and thy sorrows boast.

4 God, from on high, thy groans will hear; His hand thy ruins shall repair; Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease To guard thee in eternal peace.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

439 Ware. L.M.

_Rev. 11: 15._ (1028)

Soon may the last glad song arise Through all the millions of the skies-- That song of triumph which records That all the earth is now the Lord's!

2 Let thrones and powers and kingdoms be Obedient, mighty God, to thee! And, over land and stream and main, Wave thou the scepter of thy reign!

3 Oh, let that glorious anthem swell, Let host to host the triumph tell, That not one rebel heart remains, But over all the Savior reigns!

Mrs. Voke, 1816.

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

_Her Enemies Confounded._ (925)

Zion stands with hills surrounded,
Zion kept by power divine!
All her foes shall be confounded,
Tho' the world in arms combine.
Happy Zion,
What a favored lot is thine!

2 Ev'ry human tie may perish,
Friend to friend unfaithful prove,
Mothers cease their own to cherish,
Heaven and earth at last remove;
But no changes
Can attend Jehovah's love.

3 In the furnace God may prove thee,
Thence to bring thee forth more bright,
But can never cease to love thee--
Thou art precious in his sight:
God is with thee--
God, thine everlasting light.

Thomas Kelly, 1804

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

_The Gospel Herald._ (926)

On the mountain's top appearing,
Lo! the sacred herald stands,
Welcome news to Zion bearing--
Zion long in hostile lands:
Mourning captive!
God himself shall loose thy bands.

2 Has thy night been long and mournful?
Have thy friends unfaithful proved?
Have thy foes been proud and scornful?
By thy sighs and tears unmoved?
Cease thy mourning;
Zion still is well beloved.

3 God, thy God, will now restore thee;
He himself appears thy Friend;
All thy foes shall flee before thee;
Here their boasts and triumph end;
Great deliverance
Zion's King will surely send.

Thomas Kelly, 1804

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

_Prayer for a Revival._ (923)

Savior, visit thy plantation;
Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain;
All will come to desolation,
Unless thou return again.
Lord, revive us!
All our help must come from thee.

2 Keep no longer at a distance;
Shine upon us from on high,
Lest, for want of thine assistance,
Every plant should droop and die.
Lord, revive us!
All our help must come from thee.

3 Let our mutual love be fervent!
Make us prevalent in prayers;
Let each one, esteemed thy servant,
Shun the world's bewitching snares.
Lord, revive us!
All our help must come from thee.

4 Break the tempter's fatal power,
Turn the stony heart to flesh,
And begin, from this good hour,
To revive thy work afresh.
Lord, revive us!
All our help must come from thee.

John Newton, 1779

443 Austria. 8s, 7s. D.

_The Glory of the Church._ (921)

Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God!
He, whose word cannot be broken,
Formed thee for his own abode;
On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation's walls surrounded,
Thou mayest smile at all thy foes.

2 See! the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove;
Who can faint, while such a river,
Ever flows their thirst t' assuage?--
Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver,
Never fails from age to age.

3 Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and tire appear,
For a glory and a covering,
Showing that the Lord is near!
Thus deriving from their banner,
Light by night, and shade by day,
Safe they feed upon the manna
Which he gives them when they pray.

John Newton, 1779.

444 Austria. 8s, 7s. D.

_Isa. 54:10._

Zion, dreary and in anguish,
'Mid the desert hast thou strayed!
Oh, thou weary, cease to languish;
Jesus shall lift up thy head.
Still lamenting and bemoaning,
'Mid thy follies and thy woes!
Soon repenting and returning,
All thy solitude shall close.

2 Though benighted and forsaken,
Though afflicted and distressed;
His almighty arm shall waken;
Zion's King shall give thee rest:
Cease thy sadness, unbelieving;
Soon his glory shalt thou see!
Joy and gladness, and thanksgiving,
And the voice of melody!

Thos. Hastings

445 Austria. 8s, 75. D.

_The Heralds of the Gospel._ (1048)

Onward, onward, men of heaven
Bear the gospel's banner high;
Rest not, till its light is given,
Star of every pagan sky:
Send it where the pilgrim stranger
Paints beneath the torrid ray;
Bid the red-browed forest-ranger
Hail it, ere he fades away.

2 Rude in speech, or grim in feature,
Dark in spirit, though they be,
Show that light to every creature--
Prince or vassal, bond or free:
Lo! they haste to every nation:
Host on host the ranks supply:
Onward! Christ is your salvation,
And your death is victory.

Mrs. Lydia H. Sigourney.

446 Baca. L.M.

_Save the Perishing._ (1021)

The heathen perish; day by day, Thousands on thousands pass away! O Christians, to their rescue fly, Preach Jesus to them ere they die!