629. S. M.

1. Our heavenly Father calls,

And Christ invites us near; With both, our friendship shall be sweet,

And our communion dear.

2. God pities all our griefs :

He pardons every day; Almighty to protect our souls,

And wise to guide our way.

3. How large His bounties are !

What various stores of good, Diffused from our Redeemer's hand,

And purchased with His blood !

1. I WANT a heart to pray,

To pray, and never cease;
Never to murmur at Thy stay,

Or wish my suff'rings less.
This blessing, above all, —

Always to pray—I want;
Out of the deep on Thee to call,

And never, never faint. 2. I want a true regard,

A single, steady aim, -
Unmoved by threat'ning or reward,

To Thee and Thy great name;
A jealous, just concern,

For Thine immortal praise;
A pure desire that all may learn

And glorify Thy grace. 3. I rest upon Thy word,

The promise is for me;
My succor and salvation, Lord,

Shall surely come from Thee:
But let me still abide,

Nor from my hope remove,
Till Thou my patient spirit guide
Into Thy perfect love.

C. WESLEY.

4. Jesus, our living Head,

We bless Thy faithful care; Our Advocate before the throne,

And our forerunner there.

5. Here fix, my roving heart!

Here wait, my warmest love! Till the communion be complete, In nobler scenes above.

DODDRIDGE.

632. S. M. 2. Sing, till we feel our heart

Ascending with our tongue; Sing, till the love of sin depart;

And grace inspire our song. 3. Sing, on your heavenly way,

Ye ransomed sinners, sing; Sing on, rejoicing every day

In Christ, the heavenly King. 4. Soon shall we hear him say,

Ye blessed children, come!" Soon will He call us hence away

To our eternal home. 5. There shall our raptured tongue

His endless praise proclaim, And sweeter voices tune the song

Of Moses and the Lamb.

To Jesus' cross, ye nations, bow;

He bore the cross for all. 5. Go up with Christ your Head;

Your Captain's footsteps see; Follow your Captain, and be led

To certain victory. 6. All power to Him is given;

He ever reigns the same: Salvation, happiness, and heaven, Are all in Jesus' name.

C. WESLEY.

633. S. M. 1. HARK, how the watchmen cry!

Attend the trumpet's sound; Stand to your arms, the foe is nigh,

The powers of hell surround. 2. Who bow to Christ's command,

Your arms and hearts prepare; The day of battle is at hand,

Go forth to glorious war. 3. See on the mountain top

The standard of your God; In Jesus' name 't is lifted up,

All stain'd with hallow'd blood. 4. His standard-bearers, now

To all the nations call:

634. S. M.
1. Not all the blood of beasts,

On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace,

Or wash away the stain.
2. But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,

Takes all our sins away ; A sacrifice of nobler name,

And richer blood than they. 3. My faith would lay her hand

On that dear head of Thine, While like a penitent I stand,

And there confess my sin. 4. My soul looks back, to see

The burdens Thou didst bear, When hanging on the cursed tree,

And hopes her guilt was there. 5. Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing His bleeding love.

WATTS.

6. Lord, we obey Thy call;

We lay an humble claim
To the salvation Thou hast brought,
And love and praise Thy name.

WATTS,

636. S. M.

1. BEHOLD, what wondrous grace

The Father has bestowed On sinners of a mortal race,

To call them sons of God!

2. Nor doth it yet appear

How great we must be made; But when we see our Saviour here,

We shall be like our Head.

1. COME, ye that love the Lord,

And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord,

And thus surround the throne, 2. Let those refuse to sing,

That never knew our God; But favorites of the heavenly King

May speak their joys abroad.. 3. The men of grace have found

Glory begun below:
Celestial fruits on earthly ground

From faith and hope may grow. 4. The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields,

Or walk the golden streets. 5. Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry; We're marching through Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high.

WATTS

3. A hope so much divine

May trials well endure; May purify our souls from sin,

As Christ, the Lord, is pure. 4. If in my Father's lovo

I share a filial part, Send down Thy Spirit, like a dove,

To rest upon my heart.

DoxoLOGY. S. M.

5. We would no longer lie

Like slaves beneath the throne; Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry, And Thou the kindred own.

WATTS.

To God, the Father, Son,

And Spirit, glory be: As was, and is, and shall be so,

Through all eternity.

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was done.

1. Songs of praise the angels sang,

Heaven with hallelujahs rang,
When Jehovah's work begun,

When Ile spake, and it was done. 2. Songs of praise awoke the morn,

When the Prince of Peace was born;
Songs of praise arose, when He

Captive led captivity.
3. Heaven and earth must pass away, —

Songs of praise shall crown that day;
God will make new heavens and earth,

Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 4. And shall man alone be dumb,

Till that glorious kingdom come?
No; the Church delights to raise

Psalms and hymns and songs of praise. 5. Saints below, with heart and voice,

Still in songs of praise rejoico;
Learning here, by faith and love,

Songs of praise to sing above. 6. Borne upon the latest breath,

Songs of praise shall conquer death;
Then, amidst eternal joy,
Songs of praise their powers employ.

MONTGOMERY.

Lives, the bands of death to sever.
He shall raise me with the just:

Jesus is my Hope and Trust.
2. Jesus lives and reigns supreme;

And, His kingdom still remaining,
I shall also be with him,

Ever living, ever reigning.
God has promised; be it must:

Jesus is my Hope and Trust. 3. Jesus lives, and God extends

Grace to each returning sinner;
Rebels He receives as friends,

And exalts to highest honor.
God is True as lle is Just;

Jesus is my Hope and Trust. 4. Jesus lives, and by His grace

Victory o'er my passions giving,
I will cleanse my heart and ways,

Ever to His glory living.
The weak He raises from the dust:

Jesus is my Hope and Trust. 5. Jesus lives, and I am sure

Nought shall e'er from Jesus sever,
Satan's wiles, and Satan's power,

Pain or pleasure--ye shall never!
Christian armor can not rust:

Jesus is my Hope and Trust. 6. Jesus lives, and death is now

But my entrance into glory.
Courage! then, my soul, for thou

Hast a crown of life before thee;
Thou shalt find thy hopes were just-
Jesus is the Christian's Trust.

GELLERT.

640. 7s.* 1. JESUS lives, and so shall I.

Death! thy sting is gone for ever! He, who dcigned for me to die,

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3. 'Tis a joy, that seated deep,

Leaves not when we sigh and weep;
Spreads itself in virtuous deeds,

Sighs for woe, in pity bleeds. 4. Stern and awful are its tones

When the patriot martyr groans,
And the death-pulse beating high,

Rapture blends with agony. 5. Tend'rer is the form it wears,

Touch'd in love, dissolved in tears,
When, subdued, at Jesus' feet,

Sinners clasp the mercy-seat.
6. Joy e'en here! a budding flower,

Struggling with the storm and shower,
Till its season to expand,
Planted in its native land.

Safely I shall pass the flood,

Safely reach Immanuel's gronnd. 4. When I touch the blessed shore,

Back the closing waves shall roll; Death's dark stream shall never more

Part from Thee my ravished soul. 5. Thus-0 thus an entrance give

To the land of cloudless sky;
Having known it, “Christ to live,"

Let me know it "gain to die.”

WINDHAM

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1. Christ, of all my hopes the ground

Christ, the spring of all my joy!
Still in Thee let me be found,

Still for Thee my powers employ. 2. Fountain of o'erflowing grace!

Freely from Thy fullness give;
Till I close my earthly race,

Be it “Christ for me to live !" 3. Firmly trusting in Thy blood,

Nothing shall my heart confound;

1. Christ, whose glory fills the skies,

Christ, the true, the only light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise,

Triumph o'er the shades of night;
Day-spring from on high be near,

Day-star in my heart appear.
2. Dark and cheerless is the morn,

If Thy light is hid from me;
Joyless is the day's return,

Till Thy mercy's beams I see;
Till they inward light impart,

Warmth and gladness to my heart. 3. Visit, then, this soul of mine;

Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill me, radiant Sun divine;

Scatter all my unbelief;
More and more Thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.

C. WESLEY.