"Samuel took a stone, and called the name of it Ebenezer [the Stone of Help], saying, Hitherto hath the Lord helped us. '-I SAM. vii. 12.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 154.
COME, Thou Fount of every 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 my 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,
Wandering 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 grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering 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.
Clorying in the Cross.
"God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ.”
2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,
Hopes deceive and fears annoy,
Never shall the cross forsake me;
Lo! it glows with peace and joy.
3 When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming
Adds new lustre to the day.
4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there, that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.
"Gill He Come.”
"As often as ye eat this bread and drink this cup, ye do show the Lord's death till He come. -I COR. xi. 26.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 156.
HE COME!" Oh, let the words
Linger on the trembling chords;
Let the "little while" between
In their golden light be seen;
Let us think how heaven and home
Lie beyond that "Till He come!”
2 When the weary ones we love
Enter on their rest above,-
Seems the earth so poor and vast,
All our life-joy overcast ?
Hush! be every murmur dumb;
It is only
"Till He come!"
3 Clouds and conflicts round us press;
Would we have one sorrow less?
All the sharpness of the cross,
All that tells the world is loss,-
Death, and darkness, and the tomb,-
Only whisper "Till He come!"
4 See, the feast of love is spread,
Drink the wine and break the bread,-
Sweet memorials,-till the Lord
Calls us round His heavenly board,
Some from earth, from glory some,
Severed only "Till He come!"
The Heavenly Canaan.
"In Thy presence is fulness of joy ; at Thy right hand there are pleasures for
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evermore." - PSALM xvi. II.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 157.
HERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Eternal day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.
2 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.
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.
The Sin-Beayer.
"The bringing-in of a better hope, by the which we draw nigh unto God."
"He beheld the city and wept over it."-LUKE xix. 41.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 158.
ID Christ o'er sinners weep?
And shall our cheeks be dry?
Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from every eye.
The Son of God in tears
The wondering angels see;
Be thou astonished, O my soul!
He shed those tears for thee.
He wept that we might weep;
Each sin demands a tear:
In heaven alone no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there.
Supplication.
"In the multitude of Thy mercy hear me, in the truth of Thy salvation.
Now hear me while I pray:
Take all my guilt away;
Oh, let me from this day
Be wholly Thine.
2 May Thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,
My zeal inspire;
As Thou hast died for me,
Oh, may my love to Thee
Pure, warm, and changeless be-
A living fire.
3 While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be Thou my Guide:
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow's tears away;
Nor let me ever stray
From Thee aside.
4 When ends life's transient dream,-
When death's cold sullen stream
Shall o'er me roll,-
Blest Saviour, then in love,
Fear and distress remove;
Oh, bear me safe above,—
A ransomed soul.
Divine Leading.
"We walk by faith, not by sight."-2 COR. v. 7.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 160.
SAVIOUR! I follow on,
Guided by Thee,
Seeing not yet the Hand
That leadeth me:
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