330 Balerma. C.M.

(625) Lamenting the Absence of the Spirit.

Oh, for a closer walk with God!

A calm and heavenly frame!

A light to shine upon the road

That leads me to the Lamb!

2 Where is the blessedness I knew

When first I saw the Lord?

Where is the soul-refreshing view

Of Jesus and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I then enjoyed!

How sweet their memory still!

But now I find an aching void

The world can never fill.

4 Return, oh, holy Dove, return,

Sweet messenger of rest;

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,

And drove thee from, my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known,

Whatever that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne,

And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God,

Calm and serene my frame;

So purer light shall mark the road

That leads me to the Lamb.

W. Cowper, 1772.

331 Balerma. C.M.

(645) A Perfect Heart.

Oh, 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 resigned, submissive, meek,

My great Redeemer's throne,

Where only Christ is heard to speak,

Where Jesus reigns alone.

3 Oh, 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 renewed,

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.

Charles Wesley. 1742.

332 Balerma. C.M.

(847) Triumphant Grace.

Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,

That saved a wretch like me!

I once was lost, but now am found,

Was blind, but now I see.

2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,

And grace my fears relieved:

How precious did that grace appear,

The hour I first believed!

3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares

I have already come;

'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,

And grace will lead me home.

4 The Lord has promised good to me,

His word my hope secures;

He will my shield and portion be,

As long as life endures.

333 Evan. C.M.

(725) The Peace of God.

We bless thee for thy peace, O God

Deep as the soundless sea,

Which falls like sunshine on the road

Of those who trust in thee.

2 That peace which suffers and is strong,

Trusts where it cannot see,

Deems not the trial way too long,

But leaves the end with thee;--

3 That peace which flows serene and deep,

A river in the soul,

Whose banks a living verdure keep;

God's sunshine o'er the whole.

4 Such, Father! give our hearts such peace,

Whate'er the outward be,

Till all life's discipline shall cease,

And we go home to thee.

Anon. 1862.

334 Varina. C.M. D.

(666) The Voice of Jesus.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,

"Come unto me and rest;

Lay down, thou weary one, lay down

Thy head upon my breast."

2 I came to Jesus as I was,

Weary, and worn, and sad;

I found in him a resting-place,

And he has made me glad.

3 I heard the voice of Jesus say

"Behold! I freely give

The living water; thirsty one!

Stoop down, and drink, and live."

4 I came to Jesus, and I drank

Of that life-giving stream;

My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,

And now I live in him.

5 I heard the voice of Jesus say,

"I am this dark world's Light;

Look unto me; thy morn shall rise,

And all thy day be bright."

6 I looked to Jesus, and I found,

In him my Star, my Sun;

And, in that light of life, I'll walk

Till traveling days are done.

Horatius Bonar, 1857.

335 Dennis. S.M.

(855) The Lord's Guardianship.

How gentle God's commands!

How kind his precepts are!

Come, cast your burdens on the Lord,

And trust his constant care.

2 His bounty will provide;

His saints securely dwell;

That hand which bears creation up,

Shall guard his children well.

3 Why should this anxious load

Press down your weary mind?

Oh, seek your heavenly Father's throne,

And peace and comfort find.

4 His Goodness Stands approved,

Unchanged from day to day;

I'll drop my burden at his feet,

And bear a song away.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

336 Dennis. S.M.

(744) Grace.--Eph. 2:8.

Grace! 'tis a charming sound

Harmonious to the ear!

Heaven with the echo shall resound,

And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contrived a way

To save rebellious man;

And all the steps that grace display,

Which drew the wondrous plan.

3 Grace led my roving feet

To tread the heavenly road;

And new supplies each hour I meet

While pressing on to God.

4 Grace all the work shall crown,

Through everlasting days;

It lays in heaven the topmost stone;

And well deserves the praise.

Philip Doddridge, 1755.

337 Dennis. S.M.

(742) Adoption.--I. John 3:1-3.

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 Savior there,

We shall be like our Head.

3 A hope so much divine

May trials well endure,

May purge our souls from sense and sin,

As Christ the Lord is pure.

4 If in my Father's love

I share a filial part,

Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,

To rest upon my heart.

5 We would no longer lie

Like slaves beneath the throne;

Our faith shall Abba, Father! cry

And thou the kindred own.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

338 Nettleton. 8s & 7s.

(617) Memorial of Praise.

Come, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing,

Tune my heart to sing thy grace;

Streams of mercy never ceasing,

Call for songs of loudest praise.

Teach me some melodious sonnet,

Sung by flaming tongues above;

Praise the mount--I'm fixed upon it,

Mount of thy redeeming love.

2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer,

Hither by thy help I'm come;

And I hope by thy good pleasure,

Safely to arrive at home.

Jesus sought me when a stranger,

Wand'ring from the fold of God,

He, to rescue me from danger,

Interposed his precious blood.

3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor

Daily I'm constrained to be!

Let thy goodness, like a fetter,

Bind my wand'ring heart to thee.

Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;

Prone to leave the God I love--

Here's my heart, oh, take and seal it;

Seal it for thy courts above.

Robert Robinson, 1758.

339 Braden. S.M.

(188) The Lord's Pity.

The pity of the Lord,

To those that fear his name,

Is such as tender parents feel;

He knows our feeble frame.

2 He knows we are but dust,

Scattered with ev'ry breath;

His anger, like a rising wind,

Can send us swift to death.

3 Our days are as the grass,

Or like the morning flow'r;

If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,

It withers in an hour.

4 But thy compassions, Lord,

To endless years endure;

And children's children ever find

Thy words of promise sure.

Isaac Watts. 1719.

340 Refuge. 7s. D.

(532) The Only Refuge.

Jesus, Lover of my soul,

Let me to thy bosom fly,

While the nearer waters roll,

While the tempest still is high!

Hide me, O my Savior, hide,

Till the storm of life is past;

Safe into the haven guide,

O receive my soul at last!

2 Other refuge have I none;

Hangs my helpless soul on thee:

Leave, O, leave me not alone,

Still support and comfort me:

All my trust on thee is stayed,

All my help from thee I bring;

Cover my defenseless head

With the shadow of thy wing!

3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;

More than all in thee I find;

Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick, and lead the blind.

Just and holy is thy name,

I am all unrighteousness:

False and full of sin I am,

Thou art full of truth and grace.

4 Plenteous grace with thee is found,

Grace to cover all my sin:

Let the healing streams abound:

Make and keep me pure within.

Thou of life the fountain art,

Freely let me take of thee:

Spring thou up within my heart,

Rise to all eternity.

Charles Wesley, 1740.

341 Pilot. 7s.

Savior, Pilot Me.

Jesus, Savior, pilot me,

Over life's tempestuous sea;

Unknown waves before me roll,

Hiding rock and treach'rous shoal;

Chart and compass come from thee;

Jesus, Savior, pilot me.

2 As a mother stills her child,

Thou canst hush the ocean wild;

Boist'rous waves obey thy will,

When thou say'st to them "Be still!"

Wondrous Sov'reign of the sea,

Jesus, Savior, pilot me.

3 When at last I near the shore,

And the fearful breakers roar

'Twixt me and the peaceful rest,

Then, while leaning on thy breast,

May I hear thee say to me,

"Fear not, I will pilot thee!"

Rev. Edward Hopper

342 Fulton. 7s.

(577)

Savior! teach me, day by day,

Love's sweet lesson to obey;

Sweeter lesson cannot be,

Loving him who first loved me.

2 With a child-like heart of love,

At thy bidding may I move;

Prompt to serve and follow thee,

Loving him who first loved me.

3 Teach me all thy steps to trace,

Strong to follow in thy grace;

Learning how to love from thee,

Loving him who first loved me.

4 Love in loving finds employ--

In obedience all her joy;

Ever new that joy will be,

Loving him who first loved me.

Miss Jane E. Leeson, 1842.

343 Oriel. L.M.

(730) Contentment.--Phil. 4:11.

O Lord, how full of sweet content

Our years of pilgrimage are spent!

Where'er we dwell, we dwell with thee,

In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.

2 To us remains nor place nor time;

Our country is in every clime:

We can be calm and free from care

On any shore, since God is there.

3 While place we seek, or place we shun,

The soul finds happiness in none;

But with our God to guide our way,

'Tis equal joy to go or stay.

4 Could we be cast where thou art not,

That were indeed a dreadful lot;

But regions none remote we call,

Secure of finding God in all.

Mad. Guyon.

344 Newcomer. L.M.

(730) Completeness.--Col. 2:10.

Complete in thee! no work of mine

May take, dear Lord, the place of thine;

Thy blood has pardon bought for me,

And I am now complete in thee.

2 Complete in thee--no more shall sin

Thy grace has conquered, reign within;

Thy voice will bid the tempter flee,

And I shall stand complete in thee.

3 Complete in thee--each want supplied,

And no good thing to me denied,

Since thou my portion, Lord, wilt be,

I ask no more--complete in thee.

4 Dear Savior! when before thy bar

All tribes and tongues assembled are.

Among thy chosen may I be

At thy right hand--complete in thee.

A.R.W.

345 Waring. 7s & 6s. D.

(696) Safe in Jesus.

In heavenly love abiding,

No change my heart shall fear,

And safe is such confiding,

For nothing changes here,

The storm may roar without me,

My heart may low be laid,

But God is round about me,--

And can I be dismayed?

2 Wherever he may guide me,

No want shall turn me back:

My Shepherd is beside me,

And nothing can I lack;

His wisdom ever waketh,

His sight is never dim,

He knows the way he taketh,

And I will walk with him.

3 Green pastures are before me,

Which yet I have not seen;

Bright skies will soon be o'er me,

Where darkest clouds have been;

My hope I cannot measure,

My path to life is free;

My Savior has my treasure,

And he will walk with me.

Anna Letitia Waring, 1850.

346 Waring. 7s & 6s. D.

Light After Darkness.

Sometimes a light surprises

The Christian while he sings:

It is the Lord who rises

With healing on his wings;

When comforts are declining,

He grants the soul again

A season of clear shining,

To cheer it after rain.

2 In holy contemplation,

We sweetly then pursue

The theme of God's salvation,

And find it ever new:

Set free from present sorrow,

We cheerfully can say,

Let the unknown to-morrow

Bring with it what it may.

Wm. Cowper.

347 Showers of Blessing. P.M.

The Promise of Blessing

"There shall be showers of blessing;"

This is the promise of love;

There shall be seasons refreshing,

Sent from the Savior above.

CHO.--Showers, showers of blessing,

Showers of blessing we need;

Mercy-drops round us are falling,

But for the showers we plead.

2 "There shall be showers of blessing;"--

Precious reviving again;

Over the hills and the valleys,

Sound of abundance of rain.

3 "There shall be showers of blessing;"

Send them upon us, O Lord!

Grant to us now a refreshing,

Come, and now honor thy Word.

4 "There shall be showers of blessing;"

Oh, that to-day they might fall,

Now as to God we're confessing,

Now as on Jesus we call!

D.W. Whittle.

348 Oh, Sing of His Mighty Love. 11s.

(706) The Mighty Love.

Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the free!

I plunge in the crimson tide opened for me!

O'er sin and uncleanness exulting I stand,

And point to the print of the nails in his hand.

CHO.--Oh, sing of his mighty love,

Sing of his mighty love,

Sing of his mighty love, mighty to save.

2 Oh, bliss of the purified! Jesus is mine!

No longer in dread condemnation I pine:

In conscious salvation I sing of his grace,

Who lifteth upon me the smiles of his face.

3 Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the pure!

No wound hath the soul that his blood cannot cure;

No sorrow-bowed head but may sweetly find rest;

No tears but may dry them on Jesus' breast.

4 Oh, Jesus, the crucified! thee will I sing!

My blessed Redeemer! my God and my King;

My soul, filled with rapture, shall shout o'er the grave,

And triumph in death in the mighty to save.

Rev. F. Bottome.

349 As Pants the Hart. C.M.

(660) Desire for Communion.

As pants the hart for cooling streams,

When heated in the chase,

So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee,

And thy refreshing grace.

CHO.--As pants the hart for cooling streams,

So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee;

As pants the hart for cooling streams,

So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee.

2 For thee, my God, the living God,

My thirsty soul doth pine;

Oh, when shall I behold thy face,

Thou Majesty divine?

3 I sigh to think of happier days,

When thou, O Lord, wast nigh,

When ev'ry heart was tuned to praise,

And none more blest than I.

4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?

Trust God, and thou shalt sing

His praise again, and find him still

Thy health's eternal spring.

Henry F. Lyte, 1834.

350 Hide Thou Me. P.M.

Safe in Christ.

In thy cleft, O Rock of Ages,

Hide thou me;

When the fitful tempest rages,

Hide thou me;

Where no mortal arm can sever

From my heart thy love forever,

Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages,

Safe in thee.

2 From, the snare of sinful pleasure

Hide thou me;

Thou, my soul's eternal treasure,

Hide thou me;

When the world its power is wielding,

And my heart is almost yielding,

Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages,

Safe in thee.

3 In the lonely night of sorrow,

Hide thou me;

Till in glory dawns the morrow,

Hide thou me;

In the sight of Jordan's billow,

Let thy bosom be my pillow,

Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages,

Safe in thee.

Fannie J. Crosby.

351 As Pants the Hart. C.M.

(724) Godly Sincerity.--Eph. 5:8.

Walk in the light! so shalt thou know

That fellowship of love,

His Spirit only can bestow,

Who reigns in light above.

2 Walk in the light! and thou shalt find

Thy heart made truly his,

Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined,

In whom no darkness is.

3 Walk in the light! and ev'n the tomb

No fearful shade shall wear;

Glory shall chase away its gloom,

For Christ hath conquered there.

4 Walk in the light! and thou shalt see

Thy path, though thorny, bright,

For God by grace shall dwell in thee,

And God himself is light.

Bernard Barton.

352 The Child of a King.

Adoption.

My Father is rich in houses and lands.

He holdeth the wealth of the world in his hands!

Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold,

His coffers are full, he has riches untold.

CHO.--I'm the child of a King,

The child of a King,

With Jesus, my Savior,

I'm the child of a King.

2 My Father's own Son, the Savior so fair,

Once wandered on earth human sorrow to share:

But now he is reigning forever on high,

He'll give us a home in the sweet by and by.

3 I once was an outcast stranger on earth,

A sinner by choice and an "alien" by birth!

But I've been "adopted," my name's written down:

An heir to a mansion, a robe, and a crown.

4 A tent or a cottage, why should I care?

They're building a palace for me over there!

Tho' exiled from home, yet my glad heart can sing:

All glory to God, I'm the child of a King.

Hattie E. Buell. Arr.

353 Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me. 8s & 6s.

Divine Care.

Amid the trials which I meet,

Amid the thorns that pierce my feet,

One thought remains supremely sweet,

Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!

CHO.--Thou thinkest, Lord, of me,

Thou thinkest, Lord, of me,

What need I fear when thou art near,

And thinkest, Lord, of me.

2 The cares of life come thronging fast

Upon my soul their shadow cast;

Their gloom reminds my heart at last,

Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!

3 Let shadows come, let shadows go,

Let life be bright or dark with woe,

I am content, for this I know,

Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!

E.S. Lorenz

354 Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me. 8s & 6s.

(633) Plead for Me.

O thou, the contrite sinner's Friend,

Who loving, lov'st them to the end,

On this alone my hopes depend

That thou wilt plead for me.

CHO.--O Savior, plead for me,

O Savior, plead for me,

On this alone my hopes depend

That thou wilt plead for me.

2 When weary in the Christian race,

Far off appears my resting place,

And, fainting, I mistrust thy grace,

Then, Savior, plead for me.

3 When I have erred and gone astray,

Afar from thine and wisdom's way,

And see no glimmering, guiding ray,

Still, Savior, plead for me.

4 When Satan, by my sins made bold,

Strives from thy cross to loose my hold,

Then with thy pitying arms enfold,

And plead, oh, plead for me!

5 And when my dying hour draws near,

Darkened with anguish, guilt and fear,

Then to my fainting sight appear,

Pleading in heaven for me.