THOMAS HASTINGS.

ORTONVILLE. C. M.

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2. No mortal can with Him compare,
Among the sons of men;
Fairer is He than all the fair

Who fill the heavenly train.

3. He saw me plunged in deep distress, And flew to my relief;

For me He bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.

4. To Him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death,
And saves me from the grave.

5. To heaven, the place of His abode,
He brings my weary feet,
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joys compe

6. Since from His bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord! they should all be thine.

605. C. M.

S. STENNETT.

1. JESUS! I love Thy charming name,
"Tis music to mine ear;

Fain would I sound it out so loud,
That earth and heaven should hear.

2. Yes! Thou art precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust;
Jewels, to Thee, are guilty toys,
And gold is sordid dust.

3. All my capacious powers can wish,
In Thee doth richly meet;
Not to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.

4. Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there;-
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

5. I'll speak the honors of Thy name,
With my last lab'ring breath;
Then, speechless, clasp Thee in mine arms,
The antidote of death.

606. C. M.

DODDRIDGE.

1. To Thee, my Shepherd, and my Lord, A grateful song I'll raise;

O let the humblest of Thy flock
Attempt to speak thy praise.

2. My life, my joy, my hope, I owe
To Thine amazing love;

Ten thousand thousand comforts here,
And nobler bliss above.

3. To Thee my trembling spirit flies,
With sin and grief oppress'd;
Thy gentle voice dispels my fears,
And lulls my cares to rest.

4. Lead on, dear Shepherd!-led by Thee, No evil shall I fear;

Soon shall I reach Thy fold above,

And praise Thee better there.

HIGGINBOTHAM.

607. C. M.

1. How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear!

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,

And drives away his fear.

2. It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And for the weary, rest.

3. By Thee, my prayers acceptance gain, Although with sin defiled;

Satan accuses me in vain,

And I am owned a child.

4. Jesus! my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King;
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.

5. Weak is the effort of my heart,

And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see Thee as Thou art,
I'll praise Thee as I ought.

6. Till then, I would Thy love proclaim,
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of Thy name,
Refresh my soul in death.

608. C. M.

NEWTON.

1. GRACE, like an uncorrupted seed,
Abides and reigns within;

Immortal principles forbid
The sons of God to sin.

2. Not by the terrors of a slave

Do they perform His will,

But, with the noblest powers they have,
His sweet commands fulfill.

3. They find access at every hour,

To God within the vail;

Hence they derive a quickening power,
And joys that never fail.

4. O happy souls! O glorious state
Of overflowing grace!

To dwell so near their Father's seat,
And see His lovely face!

5. Lord, I address Thy heavenly throne,
Call me a child of Thine;
Send down the Spirit of Thy Son,
To form my heart divine.

6. There shed Thy choicest love abroad,
And make my comforts strong;
Then shall I say-" My Father, God,"
With an unwavering tongue.

WATTS.

1. LET every mortal ear attend,
And every heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the gospel sounds
With an inviting voice.

2. Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind!—

3. Eternal wisdom has prepared
A soul-reviving feast,

And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.

4. Ho! ye that pant for living streams,
And pine away and die!

Here you may quench your raging thirst
With springs that never dry.

5. Rivers of love and mercy, here,
In a rich ocean join;
Salvation in abundance flows,

Like floods of milk and wine.

611. S. M.

2. O 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 victory 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.

612. S. M.

1. SOLDIERS of Christ, arise,

And gird your armor on,

НЕАТН.

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. Leave no unguarded place,
No weakness of the soul;
Take every virtue, every grace,
And fortify the whole.

4. But above all lay hold

On faith's victorious shield; Armed with that adamant and gold, Be sure to win the field.

5. Stand, then, in His great might, With all His strength endued,

And take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God;-

6. That, having all things done,

And all your conflicts past,

You may o'ercome through Christ alone, And stand complete at last.

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

8. Still let the Spirit cry,

In all his soldiers, "Come," Till Christ the Lord descends from high, And takes the conquerors home.

613. S. M.

C. WESLEY.

1. SOLDIERS of Christ! arise!
The God of armies calls
Unto His mansions in the skies-
His everlasting halls:

2. The angel host appears.

To welcome you to bliss;

Oh! what is earth, its sighs and tears, Its joys, compared to this!

3. Crush'd is the haughty foe,

His might, his glory gone;

But ye, with victory crown'd, shall go
To Christ's eternal throne.

4. There shall the conqueror rest,
And in that bright abode
For ever reign amid the blest,
Triumphant with his God.

LYRA CATH.

3. But flowers of paradise

In rich profusion spring;

The Sun of glory gilds the path,
And dear companions sing.

4. See Salem's golden spires

In beauteous prospect rise;

And brighter crowns than mortals wear Which sparkle through the skies.

5. All honor to His name,

Who marks the shining way;

To Him, who leads the wanderer on To realms of endless day.

617. S. M.

1. REJOICE in God alway;

DODDRIDGE.

When earth looks heavenly bright, When joy makes glad the livelong day, And peace shuts in the night.

2. Rejoice when care and woe

The fainting soul oppress;

When tears at wakeful midnight flow,
And morn brings heaviness.

3. Rejoice in hope and fear;

Rejoice in life and death;

Rejoice when threatening storms are near, And comfort languisheth.

4. When should not they rejoice,

Whom Christ His brethren calls; Who hear and know His guiding voice, When on their hearts it falls?

5. So, though our path is steep,
And many a tempest lowers,
Shall His own peace our spirits keep,
And Christ's dear love be ours.

618. S. M.

1. JESUS' tremendous name
Puts all our foes to flight;
Jesus, the meek, the gentle Lamb
A Lion is, in fight.

2. By all Hell's host withstood,
We all Hell's host o'erthrow;
And conquering them in Jesus' blood
We still to conquer go.

3. Our Captain leads us on;

He beckons from the skies, And reaches out a starry crown, And bids us take the prize;

4. "Be faithful unto death; Partake My victory;

And thou shalt wear this glorious wreath, And thou shalt reign with Me."

DOXOLOGY. S. M.

Blest Trinity! vouchsafe

C. WESLEY.

That, to Thy guidance true,

What Thou forbiddest, we may shun;

What Thou commandest, do.