HARK! THOSE HAPPY VOICES. Spiritual Songs. 1. Hark! those happy voices, saying, "Yet there's room: Sinner, come, Heaven's call obeying." 2. Now the feast is spread before thee, Wait no more, Grace implore, Peace shall then come o'er thee. 1. Saw ye my Saviour, saw ye my Saviour, saw ye my Saviour and God? O! He died on Cal-va-ry, To atone for you and me,And to purchase our pardon with blood. ARNON. C. P. M. From Roor & SWEETSER'S Collection. -44 Thou that hear'st the prayer of faith, Wilt Thou not save a I have no refuge of my own, But fly to what my That casts itself on Thee: (OMIT. 2 soul from death, God hath done, 393. C. P. M. 2. Slain in the guilty sinner's stead, That righteousness my robe shall be, And bring me near to God. 3. Then save me from eternal death, By Him some word of life impart. 4. The king of terrors then would be 394. C. P. M. TOPLADY. 1. My days, my weeks, my months, my years, Fly rapid as the whirling spheres Around the steady pole; Time, like the tide, its motion keeps, 2. The grave is near the cradle seen, Must groan, and gasp, and die! 1. WHAT is the world?-a wildering maze, Whose sin hath track'd ten thousand ways, Her victims to ensnare; All broad and winding, and aslope, 2. Millions of pilgrims throng these roads, Bearing their baubles or their loads Down to eternal night; One only path that never bends, 3. Is there no guide to show that path? MONTGOMERY. CEDRON. C. P. M. TH. HASTINGS. 4 1. Beyond, where Cedron's waters flow, Behold the suffering Saviour go To sad Gethsema 397. C. P. M.* 1. O Lord! how happy should we be 2. How far from this our daily life! 3. Could we but kneel, and cast our load, E'en while we pray, upon our God, Then rise with lightened cheer- 4. We can not trust Him as we should, So chafes fallen nature's restless mood To cast its peace away; Yet birds and flow'rets round us preach, Sufficient for the day. 5. Lord, make these faithless hearts of ours Such lesson learn from birds and flowers Make them from self to cease; * Sing ARNON. RILDA. L. M. P 1. Just as Melody by Mrs. M. DE L. LOVE. I am-with-out one plea, But that Thy blood was shed for me, And 2. Just as I am-and waiting not To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot, 3. Just as I am-though tossed about O Lamb of God, I come! I come! 4. Just as I am-poor, wretched, blind; Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in Thee to find, O Lamb of God, I come! I come! 5. Just as I am-Thou wilt receive; Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve; Because Thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come! I come! 6. Just as I am-Thy love unknown Has broken every barrier down; Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come! I come ! 399. L. M. 1. GOD of my life! Thy boundless grace, 2. Jesus, my hope, my rock, my shield! 3. Spirit of glory and of God! Long hast Thou deigned my guide to bo; 4. I come to join that countless host, Who praise Thy name unceasingly; 400. L. M. 1. THOU only Sovereign of my heart, My Refuge, my almighty FriendAnd can my soul from Thee depart, On whom alone my hopes depend! 2. Whither, ah! whither shall I go, A wretched wanderer from my Lord? On these my fainting spirit lives; 4. Let earth's alluring joys combine; While Thou art near, in vain they call; One smile, one blissful smile of Thine, My dearest Lord, outweighs them all. 5. Thy name my inmost powers adore; Thou art my life, my joy, my care; Depart from Thee-'t is death-'t is more"T is endless ruin, deep despair! 6. Low at Thy feet my soul would lie; Here safety dwells, and peace divine; MRS. STEELE BADEN. L. M. TH. HASTINGS. 1. Oh that I could for ev er dwell, De-lighted at the Saviour's feet; 9:23 5-2 d E Be-hold the form I love so well, And all His ten-der words re- peat. 401. L. M. 2. The world shut out from all my soul, 3. This is the hidden life I prize, A life of penitential love; 4. When all I am I clearly see, And freely own, with deepest shame; 5. Thus would I live till nature fail, The proffered benefit embrace, 2. The seeing eye, the feeling sense, 3. The guiltless shame, the sweet distress, The wonder-" Why such love to me?" 4. The o'erwhelming power of saving grace, 401. L. M. C. WESLEY. 1. THOUGH all the world my choice deride, 2. Sweet is the vision of Thy face, And kindness o'er Thy lips is shed; Lovely art Thou, and full of grace, And glory beams around Thy head. 3. Thy sufferings I embrace with Thee, Thy poverty and shameful cross; The pleasures of the world I flee, And deem its treasures only dross. 4. Be daily dearer to my heart, And ever let me feel Thee near; G. TERSTEEGAN. |