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WESLEYAN P
SONGS OF CANAAN,
A COLLECTION OF
HYMNS AND TUNES
DESIGNED TO BE USED AT CAMP-MEETINGS, AND AT CLASS AND PRAYEB MEETINGS, AND OTHER OCCASIONS OF SOCIAL DEVOTION.
COMPILED BY M. L. SCUDDER,
OF THE NEW-ENGLAND CONFERENCE.
Speaking to yourselves in Psalms and Hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your hearts to the Lord.— Favl.
BOSTON: D. S. KING, NO. 1 CORNHILL.
LOWELL ; E. A. RICE. PHILADELPHIA : J. HARMSTEAD.
1842.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1842,
By M. L. SCUDDER,
In the Clerk's Oflice of the District Court for the District of Massachusetts,
STEREOTYPED BY KIDDER AND WRIGHT, BOSTON.
INTRODUCTION.
No further apology can be necessary for issuing this edition of the " Wesleyan Psalmist " enlarged and much improved from its precedent, t)\e Songs of Canaan, than to say that all of a very large edition of the latter work have already been sold, and orders are frequently received for more. It is but proper to state that this work although in one sense a second edition will be found to have many claims beyond the former — 1st. Many new tunes of great popubirity are introduced. 2. Although the price is nearly the same, it will contain about twice the number of tunes and more than twice the number of hymns. 3. It will be printed on much better paper, and much better executed. 4. Owing to the haste in which the former edition passed the press, many errors escaped uncorrected -, it is believed that this will be a more correct edition. And 5th. Great pains have been taken in the selection of several appropriate Hymns to most of the tunes so as to render it a proper supplement to the regular Hymn book both in the class and Prayer meeting. It has been thought best by those concerned to fiv the i)rice of this work so low that all who wish may readily be aide to supply themselves.
It might not be anticipated that such a work as this would be found beyond strict criticism, yet it is hojied that as little occasion for this is given as in the nature of the case could be expected.
The compiler feels indebted to Mr. J. B. Packard for the considerable aid he has afforded him in harmonizing and arranging many of the tunes in this little book ; also to several of the members of the Providence, New England and New Hampshire Conferences for their willing and efficient Bcrvices — may we sing with the Spirit and with the Understanding also,
THE COMPILER. Boston Sept. 26. 1842.
WESLEYAN PSALMIST.
RE3IEMBER ME. C. M.
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3 Well might the sun in darkness And shut his glories in ; [hide, When Christ the mighty Maker died. For man the creature's sin.
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4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, While his dear cross appears ; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness And melt mine eyes to tears.
Remember me, ifC.
5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay 2 Was it for crimes that I have done, The debt of love I owe ; He groan'd upon the tree ? Here, Lord, I give myself away,
Amazing pity ! grace unkjiown ! 'Tis all that I can do. And love beyond degree ! Remejuber me, ifC.
JioTE.—Diiring the great revival at Bennett Street, Boston, in 1842, this tune was an especial favorite.
4 0! that will be joyful. C. M.
Arranged for this work. Note. — Perhaps no tune has been more extensively used than this during the past year — 1842.
1. When I can read my ti - tie clear, To mansions in the I'll bid fare-well to ev'-ry fear, And wipe my weep-ing
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2 Should earth against my soul en- And fiery darts be hurl'd, (gage,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. Oh that will be joyful, ifC.
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 :
Oh that will be joyful, 6fC.
4 There I shall bathe my weary soul. In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast. Oh that will be joyful, SfC.
5 The saints in all this glorious war, Shall conquer, though they die ;
They see the triumph from afar, By faith they bring it nigh. 'Oh that will be joyful, 6fC.
€ When that illustrious day shall rise And all thy armies shine In robes of victory through the skies, The glory shall" be thine. Oh that will be joyful, ifC.
7 When we've been there ten thou- sand years, *" Bright shining as the sun ; We've no less days to sing God'a praise. Than when we first begun. Ok that will be joyful, ifC.
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1 Our souls by love together knit. Cemented, mi.v'd in one,
One hope, one heart, one mind, one voice, 'Tis heav'n on earth begun. Oh that will be joyful, SfC.
2 Our hearts have often burn'd with- And glovv'd with sacred fire, [in.
While Jesus spoke, and fed, and blest, And fill'd th' enlarg'd desire. Oh that will be joyful, 6fC.
3 And when thou mak'st thy jewels up,
And set'st thy starry crown ; When all thy sparkling gems shall shine, Proclaim'd by thee thine own. , Oh that will be joyful, ^c.
4 May we, a little band of love, We sinners, sav'd by grace,
From glory unto glory chang'd, Behold thee face to face. Oh that will be joyful, &fC.
5 Together let us sweetly live, Together let us die;
And each a starry crown receive, And reign above the sky. Oh that will be joyful, 6fC.
6 Then when the mighty work is wrought,
Receive thy ready bride ; Give us in heaven a happy lot. With all the sanctified. Oh that will be joyful, ffC
CORONATIOIV. C. M.
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NoTB. — This tune is at once recognized as the old favorite of every lover of devotional singins:.
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Crown him, ye martyrs of our God, Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
Who from his altar call ; The wormwood and the gall,
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, Go spread your trophies at his feet,
And croum him — Lord of all. And crown him — Lord of all.
WESLEYAN PSALMIST. 7
The Heavenly Canaan. Tlic Gospel Message.
1 On Jordan's stonnv banks I stand, 1 O for a thousand tongues to sing
And cast a wi>,tituf eve, My jjreat Redeemer's praise !
To Canaan's fair and liappy land, The glories of my God and Kmg,
Where my i)ossessions lie. The triumphs of his grace 1
SO the transporting, rapt'rous scene, 2 My gracious Master, and my God,
That rises to my sight ! Assist me to proclaim,
Sweet fields arrav'd in living green, To spread through all the earth a-
And rivers of delight ! The honors of thy Name, (broad
3 All o'er those wide extended plains, 3 Jesus !— the Name that charms our Shines one eternal day ; (fears,
There God the Son forever reigns That bids our sorrows cease ;
And scatters night away. 'Tis music in the sinner's ears,
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4 No chilhng winds, nor pois'nous *' > > »-
(breath, 4 He breaks the power of cancell'd Can reach that healthful shore ; He sets the prisoner free ; (sin.
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, His blood can make the foulest clean. Are felt and fear'd no more. His blood avail'd tor me.
5 When shall I reach that happy 5 He speaks, and listening to hi.s And be forever blest ; (place. New life the dead receive ; (voice
When shall I see my Father's face. The mournful, broken hearts rejoice, And in his bosom rest i" The humble poor believe.
6 Fill'd with delight, my raptur'd 6 Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye Would here no longer stay ! (soul (dumb,
Though Jordan's waves around me Your loosen'd tongues employ ; (roll. Ye blind, behold your Savior come. Fearless I'd launch away. And leap, ye lame, for joy.
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1. a'- las ! and did my Savior bleed i And did my Sov'reign die.' The Lamb, the Lamb, the loving Lamb, The Lamb on Calvary ;
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Would he devote his sacred head For such a worm as I i" The Lamb was slain, but lives again, To in-ter-cede for me.
2 Was it for crimes that I have done, 4 Thus might I hide ray blushing face, He groaned upon the tree ; When his dear cross appears •,
Amazin" pity ! grace unknown ! Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And love bevond degree ! And melt mine eyes to tears.
The Lamb, ^c. The Lamb, 6^0.
3 Well might the sun in darkness 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay And shut his glories in ; (hide, The debt of love I owe ;
When Christ,the mighty Maker died, Here, Lord, I give myself away, For man the creature''s sin ! 'Tis all that I can do.
The Lamb, ^c. The Lamb, 6fC.
8 TUB PRODIGAL'S RETURN. C. M.
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2 What have I gained by sin, he said, But hunger, shame and fear ;
My father's house abounds with While I am starving here, (bread, ru die no more, «&c.
3 I'll go and tell him all I've done. Fall down before his face,
Unworthy to be called his son,
I'll seek a servant's place.
ru die no more, <fcc.
4 His father saw him coming back, He saw, and ran, and smil'd,
And threw his arms around the neck Of his rebellious child. ru die no more, &c.
5 Father, I've sinned, but O forgive ! Enough, the Father said ;
Rejoice, my house, my Son's alive, For whom I mourned as dead. ru die no more, <tc.
6 Now let the fatted calf be slain And spread the news around ;
My son was dead and lives again ; Was lost, but now is found. ru die no more, A:c.
7 'Tis thus the Lord his love reveals, To call poor sinners home;
More than a Father's love he feels, And welcomes all that come. ru die no more, &c.
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6 I believe it— jus^ now.
7 Can you doubt him— jwsf novo,
8 See him pleading— -^"usf now,
9 Lo, he saves ywx—just now.
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Note. — JFe hardly know an equal to the sweetness of the melody of this tune and words.
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4 There faith lifts up the tearless eye,
To brighter prospects given ; It views the tempest passing by, Sees evening shadows quickly lly, And all serene — in heaven.
,2 There is a soft, a downy bed.
As fair as breath of even; A. couch for weary mortals spread. Where they may rest the aching head,
And And repose — in heaven.
5 There fragrant flowers immortal 3 There is a home for weary souls, bloom.
By sin and sorrow driven ; And joys supreme arc given ;
Where tossed on life's tempestuous There rays divine disperse the gloom,
shoals, Beyond the dark and narrow tomb
Where storms arise and ocean rolls. Appears the dawn of heaven And all is drear — but heaven.
WESLEYAS PSALMIST.
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Notliing true but Heaven.
1 This world is nil a fleeting show, For man's illusion given ;
The smiles of joy, the tears of wo, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, There's nothing true but heaven.
2 And fnlse the light on glory's
plume,
As fading hues of even ; And genius' bud and beauty's bloom Are blossoms gathered for the tomb ;
There's nothing bright but heaven.
3 Poor wanderers of a stormy day, From wave to wave we're driven ;
And fancy's flash and reason's ray, Serve but to light the troubled way, There's nothing calm but heaven.
4 In vain do mortals sigh for bliss, Without their sins forgiven ;
True pleasure, everlasting peace. Arc only found in God's free grace ; There's nothing good but heaven.
The Perfect Heart.
1 O for a heart to praise my God, A heart from sin set free ;
A heart that always feels thy blood, So freely spilt for me.
2 A heart resign'd, submissive, meek, My great Redeemer's throne ;
Where only Christ is heard to speak. Where Jesus reigns alone.
3 O for a lowly contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean !
Which neither life nor death can part From him that dwells within.
4 A heart in every thought renew'd. And full of love divine;
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, A copy, Lord, of thine.
5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart, Come quickly from above ;
Write thy new name upon my heart, Thy new, best name of love.
Heaven on Eartli.
1 This world's not " all a fleeting
show. For man's illusion given ;" He that hath sooth'd a widow's wo, Or wiped the orphan's tear, doth know There's something here of heaven.
2 And he that walks life's thorny
way,
With feelings calm and even ; W'hose path is lit from day to day By virtue's bright and steady ray,
Hath something felt of heaven.
3 He that the Christian's course
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And all his foes forgiven — Who measures out life's little span, In love to God, and love to man.
On earth has tasted heaven.
4 From such as walk in wisdom's Corroding fears are driven ; (road.
They're washed in Christ's atoning
blood. Enjoy communion with their God, And find their way to heaven.
The Watchful Heart.
1 I want a principle within, Of jealous, godly fear ;
A sensibility of sin, A pain to feel it near ;
2 I want the first approach to feel, Of pride, or fond desire ;
To catch the wand'ring of my will. And quench the kindling fire.
3 From thee that I no more may part.
No more thv goodness grieve. The filial awe,' the fleshly heart, The tender conscience give.
4 Quick as the apple of an eye, O God, my conscience make !
Awake my soul when sin is nigh, And keep it still awake.
5 If to the right or left I stray. That moment. Lord, reprove ;
And let me weep my life away. For having griev'd thy love.
6 O may the least omission pain, - My well-instructed soul !
And drive me to the blood again. Which makee the wounded whole.
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JERUSALEM. C. M.
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2 Thy garden and thy pleasant walks, My study long have been ;
Such dazzling views by human sight. lias never yet been seen.
If heaven be thus so ghtrious, Lord, Why should 1 stay from thence ;
The Clxristian's Hope.
1 How happy every child of grace, Who knows his sins forgiven :
This earth, he cries, is not my place, 1 seek my place in heaven ;
A country far from mortal sight,
What folly's this that I should dread, Yet O ": by faith I see -, To die and go from hence ! xhe land of Vest, the saints' delight.
The heaven prepar'd for me.
3 Reach down, O Lord, thine arm of
And cause me to ascend ; (grace. Where congregations ne'er break up,
And sabbaths never end. Jesus, my Lord, to glory's gone,
Him will I go and see ; And all my brethren here below,
Will soon come after me.
4 My friends, I bid you all adieu, I leave you in God's care.
And if I never more see you. Go on, I'll meet you there.
When we've been there ten thousand Bright shining as the sun, (years,
We've no less days to sing God's Than when we first begun, (praise,
Christian Fellowsliip.
1 Lift up your hearts to things above.
Ye followers of the Lamb, And join with us to praise his love.
And glorify his name. To Jesus' name give thanks and sing,
Whose mercies never end : Rejoice ! rejoice ! the Lord is King !
The King is now our Friend !
2 We for his sake count all things loss,
On earthly good look down ; And joyfully sustain the cross.
Till we receive the crown. O let us stir each other up.
Our faith by works t'approve. By holy purifying hope,
And the sweet task of love.
2 O what a blessed hope is ours !
While here on earth we stay, We more than taste the heavenly powers,
And antedate that day ; We feel the resurrection near,
Our life in Christ conceal'd. And with his glorious presence here
Our earthen vessels fjll'd.
Heaven Anticipated.
1 Arise, my soul, to Pisgah's height. And vievv the promised land ;
And see by faith the glorious sight.
Our heritage at hand ; A land where pure enjoyments dwell.
And blessings most divine ; Where saints their highest notes do swell,
And in bright glory shine.
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At my Redeemer's side, For all who live by faith below,
And in their Lord confide •, Fair Salem's dazzling gates are seen,
Just o'er the narrow flood ; And fields, adorn'd with living green,
The residence of God.
3 My conflicts here will soon be past, Where wild distraction reigns ;
Through toil and death I'll reach at last.
Fair Canaan's happy plains. The lamp of life will soon grow pale,
The spark will soon decay, And then my happy soul will sail
To everlasting day.
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THE CHRISTIAN SOLDIER. C. M.
1. Am I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb ?
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Must I not stem the flood ? is this vile world a friend to grace,
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Increase my courage, Lord. I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.
3 Thy saints in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer though they die; They see the triumph from afar.
And seize it with their eye. When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thy armies shine In robes ofvict'ry through theskiei,
The glory shall be thine.
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There is a land of pure de-light, Where saints immortal reign,
In - fin - ite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.
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Death, like a narrow sen, divides
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While Jordan rolled between, O Canaan, &c.
4 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er ; Not Jordan's stream, nor death's
cold flood. Should fright us from the shore. O Canaan, &c
16 ADVENT. C. P. M.
From the Wesleyan Harp.
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The expected day has come.
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claim the year of Ju - bi-lee, Re-turn, ye ex-iles, home.
8 My soul is striving to be there ; I long to rise and wing the air,
And trace the sacred road. Adieu, adieu, all earthly things ; O that I had an angel's wings,
I'd quickly see my God.
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O could 1 speak the matchless
worth, Oh, could I sound the glories forth, Which in my Savior shine ! 4 Fly, lingering moments, fly, Ofly, I'd soar and touch the heavenly I thirst, I pant, I long to try, strings,
Angelic joys to prove ! And vie with Gabriel while he
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Clap my glad wings and soar away, j^ ^^^^^ ^^m^^^ divine. And shout redeemmg love. o
I'd sing the precious blood he TKe Savior's Love. spilt,
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When shall I find my willing heart I'd sing his glorious righteousness.
All tatpnim hvih«>pi In which all perfect heavenly
All taken up by theel I thirst, I faint, I die to prove The greatness of redeeming love,
The love of Christ to me.
dress My soul shall ever shine. 3 I'd sin» the characters he bears, And all the forms of love he wears,
Exalted on his throne : In loftiest songs of sweetest
praise, I would, to everlasting days Make all his glories known. 4 Well, the delightful day will come When my dear Lord will bring ^ me home,
God only knows the love of God 3 And I shall see his face : O that it now were shed abroad Then, with my Savior, brother.
In this poor stony heart ! friend,
For love I sigh, for love I pine ; A blest eternity I'll spend, This only portion. Lord, be mine ! Triumphant in his grace. Be mine this better part. mxdlet.
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hell, Its riches are unsearchable ;
The first born sons of light Desire in vain its depths to see : They cannot reach the mystery, The length, the breadth, and height.
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Beyond the bounds of time and
space, Look forward to that heavenly place,
The saint's secure abode ; On faith's strong eagle pinions rise. And force your passage to the skies.
And scale the mount of God.
Thrice blessed, bliss inspiring hope It lifts the fainting spirit up ;
It briniis to life the dead. Our conflicts here shall soon be past, And you and I ascend at last,
Triumphant, with our Head.
Who suffer with our Master here, We shall before his face appear.
And by his side sit down 5 To patient faith the prize is sure, And all who to the end endure
The cross, shall wear the crown.
In hope of that ecstatic pause, Jesus, we now sustain the cross,
And at thy footstool fall ; Till thou our hidden life reveal — Till thou our ravished spirits fill —
And God be all in all.—
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Tbe Glorious Hope.
1 O glorious hope of perfect love • It lifts me up to things above I
It bears on eagles' wings ; It gives my ravish'd soul to taste, And makes me for some moments feast, With Jesus' priests and kings.
There is my house and portion fair, My treasure and my heart is there,
And my abiding home. For me my elder brethren stay. And angels beckon me away.
And Jesus bids me come !
I come, thy servant, Lord, replies, I come to meet thee in the skies,
And claim my heavenly rest ; Now let the pilgrim's journey end. Now, O my Savior, brother, friend,
Receive me to thy breast !
Prospect of Eternity.
Lo ! on a narrow neck of land, 'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand,
Secure, insensible ; A point of time, a moment's space. Removes me to that heavenly place,
Or shuts me up in hell.
O God, mine inmost soul convert, And deeply on my thoughtful heart
Eternal things impress ; Give me to feel their solemn weight, And tremble on the brink of fate,
And wake to righteousness !
Before me place in dread array. The pomp of that tremendous day.
When thou with clouds shalt come, To judge the nations at thy bar. And tell me. Lord, shall I be there.
To meet a joyful doom '
Tlie Good Resolve.
1 Be it my only wisdom here. To serve the Lord with filial fear.
With loving gratitude ; Superior sense may I display, By shunning every evil way,
And walking in the good. 2 O may I still from sin depart •, A wise and understanding heart,
Jesus, to me be given ! And let me through thy spirit know. To glorify my God below.
And find my way to heaven.
Tlie Solemn Inqniry.
1 And am I only born to die f And must I suddenly comply
With nature's stern decree i" What after death for me remains f Celestial joys, or hellish pain«,
To all eternity ! 2 How then ought I on earth to live, While God prolongs the kind reprieve
And props the house of clay ; My sole concern, my single care, To watch, and tremble, and prepare
Against that fatal day J 3 No room for mirth or trifling here For worldly hope, or worldly fear,
If life so soon is gone ; If now the Judge is at the door. And all mankind must stand before
Th' inexorable throne ! 4 No matter which my thoughts em- A moment's misery or joy ; (ploy,
But O ! when both shall end. Where shall I find my destin'd place? Shall I my everlasting days.
With fiends or angels spend ? 5 Nothing is worth a thought beneath But how I may escape the death
That never, never dies ! How make mine own election sure; And when I fail on earth, secure
A mansion in the skies.
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God is Love! And saints on earth shout back the pleasing story, God is Love! In this let earth and heaven agree. To sound his love both full and free, And let the theme forever be, God is Love!
All is Well.
1 What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame? Is it death? That soon will quench, will quench this vital flame, Is it death? If this be death, I soon shall be From every pain and sorrow free, I shall the King of glory see, All is well.
Creation speaks with thousand tongues proclaiming, God is Love! And Providence unites her voice exclaiming,
God is Love ! But let the burdened sinner hear The Gospel, sounding loud and clear, To every soul both far and near, God is Love!
Weep not, my friends, my friends, weep not for me. All is well. My sins are pardoned, pardoned, I am free.
All is well. Tliere's not a cloud that doth arise, To hide my Savior from my eyes. I soon shall mount the upper skies. All is well.
This heavenly love all round is sweetly flowing, God is Love! And in my heart the sacred fire is glowing,
God is Love! That God is love I know full well ; And had I power his love to tell. With loudest notes my song should swell :
God is Love!
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Tune, tune your harps, your harps, ye saints in glory. All is well. I will rehearse, rehearse the pleas- ing story,
All is well. Bright angels are from glory come, They're round my bed, they're in
my room, They wait to waft my spirit home. All is well.
The love of God is now my great- est pleasure,
God it Love! And while I live, I'll ask no other treasure,
God is Love! This theme shall be my song below. And when to glory I shall go. This strain eternally shall flow, — God is Love! s. lovcll.
Hark, hark! my Lord, my Lord and Master calls me. All is well. I soon shall see, shall see his face in glory.
All is well. Farewell, dear friends, adieu, adieu! I can no longer stay with you. My glittering crown appears in view.
All is well.
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1. The morning light is breaking, The darkness disappears,
2. Rich dews of grace come o'er us, In many a gentle shower,
The sons of earth are waking, To pen-i - ten-tial tears j And brighter scenes before us, Are opening every hour ;
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Of nations in commotion, Prepared for Z ion's war. And heavenly gales are blowing, With peace upon their wings
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3 See heathen nations bending,
Before the God we love ! And thousand hearts ascending
In g^ralitude above ; While sinners now confessing,
The gospel call obey. And seek the Savior's blessing,
A nation in a day.
4 Blest river of salvation, Pursue thy onward way.
Flow thou to every nation, Wor in thy richness stay ;
Stay not, till all the lowly, Triumphant reach (heir home,
Stay not, till all the holy,
Proclaim, the Lord has come.
Go into every nation.
1 From heaven's blissful regions, Where seraphs dwell in light. Where many shining legions Of spirits clad in white,
The Prince of Life descended, To save a fallen race. Who had their Lord offended, And forfeited his grace.
2 We'll hail him as our Savior, And fall upon his arms ; We'll thank him for the favor, And dwell upon his charms : We'll raise our joyful voices, His sovereign grace to sing ; While many a heart rejoices To welcome him their King.
3 " Go into every nation," We hear him loud proclaim; " Publish to them salvation ; Go, preach it in my name." We'll tell the pleasing story Which saints rehearse above, Who reign with him in glory. And dwell upon his love.
4 While we our anthems tender Unto the Prince of Peace,
He shall, with royal splendor, The heathen's light increase ; Till, beauteous, on their moun- tains, The trumpeters shall stand. And Zion's blissful fountains, Stream gladness through the land,
Tlie Patience of Hope.
1 Oh, when shall 1 see Jesus,
And reign with him above, And from that flowing fountain
Drink everlasting love! When shall 1 be delivered
From this vain world of sin. And with my blessed Jesus
Drink end'less pleasures in? 2'J'hrough grace 1 am determined
To conquer though I die j And then away to Jesus
On wings of love I'll fly. Farewell to sin and sorrow,
I bid you all adieu ; And, O, my friends, be faithful.
And on your way pursue. 3 And if you meet with troubles
And trials on your way. Then cast your care on Jesus,
And don't forget to pray : Gird on the heavenly armor
Of faith, and hope, and love. And when the combat's ended,
He'll carry you above.
Tlie Great Physician.
1 How lost was my condition
Till Jesus made me whole ! There is but one Physician
Can cure the sin sick soul! Next door to death he found me,
And snatched me from the grave, To tell to all around me,
His wondrous power to save.
2 From men great skill professing,
1 thought a cure to gain ; But this proved more distressing.
And added to my pain ; Some said that nothing ail 'd me,
Some gave me up for lost ; Thus every refuge fail'd me.
And all my hopes were cross'd.
3 At length this great Physician, (How matchless is his grace!)
Accepted my petition. And undertook my case :
He gave me sight to view him. For sin my eyes had sealed ;
Then bade me look upon him. ( looked, and I was beal'd.
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Note.— TAi» hymn and tune are well calculated to arrest the sinner in sin and lead him to Christ.
First time.
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