LII. 8s. New Jerusalem tune. Toplady.
Faith Triumphing.
DEBTOR to mercy alone,
Of covenant mercy I sing;
Nor fear with thy righteousness on,
My person and off'rings to bring:
The terrors of law, and of God,
With me can have nothing to do;
My Saviour's obedience and blood
Hide all my transgressions from view.
2 The work which his goodness began,
The arm of his strength will complete;
His promise is yea and amen,
And never was forfeited yet:
Things future, nor things that are now,
Not all things below nor above
Can make him his purpose forego,
Or sever my soul from his love.
3 My name from the palms of his hands
Eternity will not erase;
Impress'd on his heart it remains,
In marks of indelible grace:
Yes, I to the end shall endure,
As sure as the earnest is given;
More happy but not more secure,
The glorify'd spirits in heaven.
LIII. 8,8,6. Baltimore tune.
Hoping and Longing. Num. xiii. 30. Deut. iii. 25.
COME, Lord, and help us to rejoice,
In hope that we shall hear thy voice,
Shall one day see our God;
Shall cease from all our painful strife,
Handle and taste the word of life,
And feel the sprinkled blood.
2 Let us not always make our moan,
Nor worship thee a God unknown;
But let us live to prove
Thy people's rest, thy saints delight,
The length and breadth, the depth and heigh
Of thy redeeming love.
3 Rejoicing now in earnest hope,
We stand, and from the mountain-top
See all the land below;
Rivers of milk and honey rise,
And all the fruits of paradise
In endless plenty grow:
4 A land of corn, and wine, and oil,
Favour'd with God's peculiar smile,
With every blessing blest:
There dwells the Lord our righteousness,
And keeps his own in perfect peace
And everlasting rest.
5 O when shall we at once go up,
Nor this side Jordan longer stop,
But the good land possess:
When shall we end our ling'ring years,
Our sorrows, sins, and doubts, and fears,
An howling wilderness!
6 0 dearest Joshua! bring us in;
Display thy grace, forgive our sin,
Our unbelief remove :
The heavenly Canaan, Lord, divide,
And, O, with all the sanctify'd,
Give us a lot of love!
Rejoicing in Hope. Isaiah xxxv. 10. Luke xii. 32.
HILDREN of the heavenly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
2 Ye are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.
3 Oye banish'd seed be glad!
Christ our advocate is made;
Us to save, our flesh assumes,
Brother to our souls becomes.
4 Shout, ye little flock, and blest,
You on Jesus' throne shall rest;
There your seat is now prepar'd,
There your kingdom and reward.
5 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand
On the borders of your land;
Jesus Christ, your Father's Son,
Bids you undismay'd go on.
6 Lord, submissive make us go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee!
Lovest thou me. John xxi. 16.
1 IS a point I long to know,
"Toft it causes anxious thought:
Do I love the Lord or no ;
Am I his, or am I not?
2 If I love, why am I thus?
Why this dull and lifeless frame?
Hardly, sure, can they be worse,
Who have never heard his name.
3 [Could my heart so hard remain,
Prayer a task and burden prove;
Ev'ry trifle give me pain,
If I knew a Saviour's love?
4 When I turn my eyes within,
All is dark, and vain, and wild;
Fill'd with unbelief and sin,
Can I deem myself a child?]
5 If I pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mix'd with all I do ;
You that love the Lord indeed,
Tell me, is it thus with you?
6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,
Find my sin a grief and thrall;
Should I grieve for what I feel,
If I did not love at all?
7 [Could I joy his saints to meet,
Choose the ways I once abhorr'd;
Find, at times, the promise sweet,
If I did not love the Lord?]
8 Lord, decide the doubtful case?
Thou who art thy people's sun;
Shine upon thy work of grace,
If it be indeed begun.
9 Let me love thee more and more,
If I love at all, I pray ;
If I have not lov'd before,
Help me to begin to-day.
LVI. 8s. New Jerusalem Tune. B. Francis.
Supreme Love to Christ.
My gracious Redeemer I love,
His praises aloud I'll proclaim,
And join with the armies above
To shout his adorable name.
Shall be my eternal employ,
And feel them incessantly shine,
My boundless ineffable joy.
2 He freely redeem'd with his blood,
My soul from the confines of hell,
To live on the smiles of my God,
And in his sweet presence to dwell;
To shine with the angels of light,
With saints and with seraphs to sing,
'To view with eternal delight,
My Jesus' my Saviour, my King.
3 In Meshech, as yet I reside,
A darksome and restless abode !
Molested with foes on each side,
And longing to dwell with my God.
O, when shall my spirit exchange
This cell of corruptible clay,
For mansions celestial, and range
Through realms of ineffable day!
4 My glorious Redeemer! I long
To see thee descend on the cloud,
Amid the bright numberless throng,
And mix with the triumphing crowd:
O, when wilt thou bid me ascend,
To join in thy praises above,
To gaze on the world without end,
And feast on thy ravishing love?
5 Nor sorrow, nor sickness, nor pain,
Nor sin, nor temptation, nor fear,
Shall ever molest me again,
Perfection of glory reigns there.
This soul and this body shall shine
In robes of salvation and praise,
And banquet on pleasures divine,
Where God his full beauty displays.
6 Ye palaces, sceptres, and crowns,
Your pride with disdain I survey;
Your pomps are but shadows and sounds,
And pass in a moment away:
The crown that my Saviour bestows,
Yon permanent sun shall outshine;
My joy everlastingly flows,
My God, my Redeemer is mine.
Trust and confidence; or, looking beyond present
Appearances. Hab. iii. 17, 18
A Let fear in me no more take place!
WAY, my unbelieving fear?!
My Saviour doth not yet appear,
He hides the brightness of his face :
But shall I therefore let him go,
And basely to the tempter yield?
No, in the strength of Jesus, no!
I never will give up my shield.
2 Although the vine its fruit deny,
Although the olive yield no oil,
The with ring fig-tree droop and die,
The field elude the tiller's toil;
The empty stall no herd afford,
And perish all the bleating race,
Yet I will triumph in the Lord,
The God of my salvation praise.
3 Away, each unbelieving fear,
Let fear to cheering hope give place;
My Saviour will at length appear,
And show the brightness of his face:
Though now my prospects all be crost,
My blooming hopes cut off I see,
Still will I in my Jesus trust,
Whose boundless love can reach to me.
4 In hope, believing against hope,
His promis'd mercy will I claim;
His gracious word shall bear me up,
To seek salvation in his name:
Soon, my dear Saviour, bring it nigh!
My soul shall then outstrip the wind,
On wings of love mount up on high,
And leave the world and sin behind.
LVIII. Chatham Tune. Jesse.
Fears removed-It is I, be not afraid. John vi. 20
UN NCLEAN! unclean! and full of sin,
From first to last, O Lord, I've been!
Deceitful is my heart;
Guilt presses down my
But Jesus can the waves control,
And bid my fears depart.
2 When first I heard his word of grace, Ungratefully I hid my face, Ungratefully delay'd:
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