5 To him I cried, "Thy servant save,
"Thou ever good and just; Thy power can rescue from the grave, "Thy power is all my trust!"
6 He heard, and sav'd iny soul from death, And dried my falling tears; Now to his praise I'll spend my breath,
Through my remaining years. HYMN 123. (L. M.) On the same.
M Restor'd by thine Almighty pow'r, With fear before thee I'll rejoice.
Y God, since thou hast rais'd me up, Thee I'll extol with thankful voice;
2 With troubles worn, with pain oppress'd,
To thee I cry'd, and thou didst save; Thou didst support my sinking hopes, My life didst rescue from the grave.
HEN those we love are snatch'd By death's resistless hand, [away
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay That friendship must demand.
2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, With awful power imprest; May this dread truth, " I too must die," Sink deep in ev'ry breast.
3 Let this vain world allure no more; Behold the op'ning tomb; It bids us use the present hour,- To-morrow death may come.
4 The voice of this instructive scene
May every heart obey! Nor be the faithful warning vain Which calls to watch and pray 5 O let us to that Saviour fly, Whose arm alone can save;
3 Wherefore, ye saints, rejoice with me, Then shall our hopes ascend on high, With me sing praises to the Lord; Call all his goodness to your mind, And all his faithfulness record.
4 His anger is but short: his love, Which is our life, hath certain stay, Grief may continue for a night,
But joy returns with rising day.
5 Then, what I vow'd in my distress, In happier hours I now will give, And strive that in my grateful verse, His praises may for ever live. 6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The blest and undivided three;
The one sole giver of all life, Glory and praise for ever be.
FUNERALS.
HYMN 124. (C. 1.)
HEAR what the voice from heaven dethose in Christ who die! [clares "Releas'd from all their earthly cares, "They'll reign with him on high." 2 Then why lament departed friends, Or shake at death's alarms? Death's but the servant Jesus sends To call us to his arms.
3 If sin be pardon'd, we're secure, Death hath no sting beside; The law gave sin its strength and power; But Christ, our ransom, died! 4 The graves of all his saints he bless'd, When in the grave he lay; And, rising thence, their hopes he rais'd To everlasting day! 5 Then, joyfully, while life we have, To Christ, our life, we'll sing, "Where is thy victory, O grave? "And where, O death, tiry sting?"
And triumph o'er the grave.
HYMN 126. Death of a Young Person. TTOW short the race our friend has [run,
Cut down in all his bloom! The course but yesterday begun Now finish'd in the tomb!
2 Thou joyous youth! hence learn how Thy years may end their flight: [soon Long, long before life's brilliant noon May come death's gloomy night.
3 To serve thy God no longer wait, To-day his voice regard; To-morrow, mercy's open gate May be for ever barr'd.
4 And thus the Lord reveals his grace Thy youthful love to gain- The soul that early seeks my face
Shall never seek in vain.
VIII. INVITATION AND WARNING.
HYMN 128. (III 1.)
SINNERS, turn, why will ye die? God, your Maker, asks you why?
God, who did your being give, Made you with himself to live ; He the fatal cause demands, Asks the work of his own hands; Why, ye thankless creatures, why Will ye cross his love, and die?
2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? God, your Saviour, asks you why? He, who did your souls retrieve, Died himself that ye might live. Will you let him die in vain? Crucify your Lord again? Why, ye ransom'd sinners, why Will ye slight his grace, and die? 3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? God, the Spirit, asks you why? He who all your lives hath strove, Woo'd you to embrace his love: Will ye not his grace receive? Will ye still refuse to live? O, ye dying sinners, why, Why will ye for ever die?
Hath taught each scene the note of wo; Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan, And let thy tears forget to flow: Behold, the precious balm is found, To lull thy pain, and heal thy wound.
2 Come, freely come, by sin opprest, On Jesus cast thy weighty load;
In him thy refuge find, thy rest,
Safe in the mercy of thy God:
Rev. xxii. 17, 20 THE Spirit, in our hearts,
Is whisp'ring, sinner, come; The Bride, the church of Christ, proclaims To all his children, come!
2 Let him that heareth say To all about him, come! Let him that thirsts for righteousness To Christ, the fountain, come!
3 Yes, whosoever will, O let him freely come, And freely drink the stream of life; "Tis Jesus bids him come. 4 Lo! Jesus, who invites, Declares, I quickly come: Lord, even so! I wait thy hour; Jesus, my Saviour, come! HYMN 132. (С. М.) Y VE humble souls, approach your God With songs of sacred praise, For he is good, supremely good, And kind are all his ways. 2 All nature owns his guardian care, In him we live and move; But nobler benefits declare The wonders of his love.
3 He gave his Son, his only Son, To ransom rebel worms; 'Tis here he makes his goodness known In its diviner forms.
4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come, 'Tis here our hope relies; A safe defence, a peaceful home, When storms of trouble rise. 5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard, The souls who trust in thee; Their humble hope thou wilt reward, With bliss divinely free.
6 Great God, to thy Almighty love, What honours shall we raise! Not all th' angelic songs above Can render equal praise.
IX. CHRISTIAN DUTIES AND AFFECTIONS.
Thy God's thy Saviour! glorious word! 3 3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin
O hear, believe, and bless the Lord!
By war without, and fear within, I come to thee for rest.
4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place; That, shelter'd near thy side, I may my fierce accuser face, And tell him, "Thou hast died." 50 wondrous love! to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame, That guilty sinners, such as I, Might plead thy gracious name.
DRAVER is the soul's sincere desire,
Utter'd or unexpress'd; The motion of a hidden fire, That trembles in the breast.
And let a wretch come near thy throne To plead the merits of thy Son.
5 A broken heart, my God, my King, Is all the sacrifice I bring; The God of grace will ne'er despise A broken heart for sacrifice.
6 My soul lies humbled in the dust, And owns thy dreadful sentence just, Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, And save the soul condemn'd to die.
(C. M.) 7 Then will I teach the world thy ways, Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace. I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, And they shall praise a pard'ning God 8 O may thy love inspire my tongue, Salvation shall be all my song: And all my pow'rs shall join to bless The Lord, my strengthand righteousness (L. M.)
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, The watch-word at the gates of death;- He enters heaven with prayer. 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry, "Behold, he prays!" 6 In prayer, on earth, the saints are one; They're one in word and mind; When with the Father and the Son, Sweet fellowship they find.
70 thou, by whom we come to God, The life, the truth, the way,
3 Yet, oh! the mourning sinner spare, In honour of my great High Priest; Nor in thy righteous anger swear, T' exclude me from thy people's rest 4 My weary soul, O God, release; Uphold me with thy gracious hand, Guide me into thy perfect peace, And bring me to the promis'd land. HYMN 137. (L. M.)
of prayer thyself hast trod; THAT my load
Lord, teach us how to pray!
REPENTANCE.
HYMN 135. (L. M.)
Ο Behold them not with angry look, But blot their mem'ry from thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within, And form my soul averse to sin: Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 3 I cannot live without thy light, Cast out and banish'd from thy sight: Thy holy joys, my God, restore, And guard me that I fall no more. 4 Though I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord, Thy help and comfort still afford
THOU that hear'st when sinnerscry, Though all my crimes before thee lie,
of sin were gone'
O that I could at last submit,
At Jesus' feet to lay it down! To lay my soul at Jesus' feet! 2 Rest for my soul I long to find; Saviour of all, if mine thou art, Give me thy meek and lowly mind, And stamp thine image on my heart Break off the yoke of inbred sin, And fully set my spirit free; I cannot rest, till pure within, Till I am wholly lost in thee.
4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God; Thy light and easy burden prove, The cross, all stain'd with hallow'd blood, The labour of thy dying love.
5 I would, but thou must give the pow'r, My heart from every sin release; Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, And fill me with thy perfect peace.
15 By faith, we pass the vale of tears Safe and serene, though oft distress'd; By faith, subdue the king of fears, And go rejoicing to our rest.
fled, LET triumphant faith dispel
*3 Hear, then, O God! thy work fulfil, And, from thy mercy's throne, Vouchsafe me strength to do thy will, And to resist mine own:
4 So shall my soul each pow'r employ Thy mercy to adore; While heaven itself proclaims with joy"One pardon'd sinner more!"
OCK of ages! cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee;
Let the water and the blood, From thy side, a healing flood, Be of sin the double 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 mine eye-lids 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!
The fears of guilt and If God be for us, God the Lord, Who, who shall be our foe? 2 He who his only Son gave up To death, that we might live, Shall he not all things freely grant, That boundless love can give ! 3 Who now his people shall accuse: 'Tis God hath justified: Who now his people shall condemn? The Lamb of God hath died.
4 And he who died hath ris'n again, Triumphant, from the grave: At God's right hand for us he pleads, Omnipotent to save.
And make their empty boast Of inward joys, and sins forgiv'n, While they are slaves to lust!
2 Vain are our fancies, vain our flights, If faith be cold and dead; None but a living power unites To Christ, the living Head. 3 The faith which new-creates the heart And works by active love, Will bid all sinful joys depart, And lift the thoughts above.
4 God from the curse has set us free To make us pure within; Nor did he send his Son to be The minister of sin.
Christ our Refuge.
JESUS, Saviour of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly, While the waves of trouble roll, Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, While the tempest still is high: Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide; O, receive my soul at last' 2 Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee : Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me: All my trust on thee is stay'd, All my hope from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
12 We are trav'lling home to God
In the way the fathers trod
They are happy now, and we Soon their nappiness shall see 3 Banish'd once, by sin betray'd, Christ our advocate was made; Pardon'd now, no more we roan, Christ conducts us to our home. 4 Lord, obediently we'll go, Gladly leaving all below; Only thou our leader be, And we still will follow thee.
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To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage And fiery darts be hurl'd, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world.
3 Let cares like a wild deluge come Let storms of sorrow fall; So I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all: 4 There, anchor'd safe, my weary soul Shall find eternal rest; Nor storms shall beat, nor billows roll Across my peaceful breast.
"I'll never-no, never-no, never for- JOY
soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace; Rise, from transitory things, Tow'rds heav'n, thy destin'd place: Sun and moon, and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepar'd above.
2 Cease, my soul, O cease to mourn, Press onward to the prize; Soon thy Saviour will return, To take thee to the skies: There, is everlasting peace, Rest, enduring rest, in heaven; There, will sorrow ever cease, And crowns of joy be giv'n.
is a fruit that will not grow
In nature's barren soil; All we can boast, till Christ we know Is vanity and toil.
2 A bleeding Saviour, seen by faith, A sense of pard'ning love, A hope that triumphs over death,-.. Give joys like those above. 3 These are the joys which satisfy And purify the mind; Which make the spirit mount on high, And leave the world behind. 4 No more, believer, mourn thy lot, O, thou who art the Lord's, Resign to those who know him not, Such joy as earth affords.
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