6 But greater joy must they possess,
Who feel this glorious change;
Their lab'ring tongues can but express
How true, but yet how strange!
[7 Dear Saviour, comfort us to-night-
Thy work, O Lord, revive;
May we enjoy this noble sight,
Dead sinners made alive.
8 Then will thy saints aloud rejoice,
And join the host above,
To praise thy name with cheerful voice,
And magnify thy love.]
285. 8. 8. 6. Cennick & Hammond. Evening and Morning Song....Luke xxiv. 29. O farther go to-night, but stay,
Dear Saviour, 'till the break of day;
Turn in, dear Lord, with me;
And in the morning when I wake,
Me in thine arms, dear Jesus, take,
And I'll go on with thee.
[2 Now, Lord, be with us on our way;
Unveil thy face....thine arm display....
Thy glory let us prove:
Do thou, dear Saviour, with us walk,
That while with thee we sweetly talk,
Our hearts may burn with love.
3 May we in faith still journey on,
'Till we arrive where thou art gone,
And see thy face in heav'n;
Then, when in glory we shall meet,
In what sweet concert shall we sit,
And sing of sins forgiv'n.]
286. 8. 8. 6. Medley.
Excellency of Christ....Isaiah xxxv. 2. COULD I speak the matchless worth, O could I sound the glories forth
Which in my Saviour shine,
I'd soar and touch the heav'nly strings,
And vie with Gabriel, while he sings,
In notes almost divine.
2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt,
My ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin and wrath divine;
I'd sing his glorious righteousness,
In which all perfect, heav'nly dress
My soul shall ever thine.
3 I'd sing 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.
A Well-the delightful day will come,
When my dear Lord will bring me home,
And I shall see his face:
Then with my Saviour, brother, friend,
A blest eternity I'll spend
Triumphant in his grace.
287. L. M. Dobell.
Woman of Canaan....Matt. 15. 27.
EHOLD a sinner, dearest Lord,
Encourag'd by thy gracious word,
Would venture near to seek that bread,
By which thy children here are fed.
2 Do not the humble suit deny,
Of such a guilty wretch as I;
But let me feed on crumbs, tho' small,
Which from thy bounteous table fail.
3 I am a sinner, Lord, I own;
By sin and guilt I am undone ;
Yet will I wait, and plead, and pray,
Since none are empty sent away.
288. L. M. Steele..
Faith in God.... Hab. iii. 17, 18.
HOULD famine o'er the mourning field
Extend its desolating reign;
Nor spring its blooming beauties yield,
Nor autumn swell the golden grain;
2 Should lowing herds. and bleating sheep,
Around their famish'd master die ;
And hope itself despairing weep,
While life deplors its last supply;
Amid the dark, the dismal scene,
If I can say the Lord is mine,
The joy shall triumph o'er the pain,
And glory dawn, tho' life decline.
The God of my salvation lives;
My nobler life he will sustain ;
His word immortal vigor gives,
Nor shall my glorious hopes be vain.
5 Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my heart, Tho' ev'ry earthly comfort die;
Thy smile can bid my pains depart, And raise my sacred pleasures high. [60 let me hear thy blissful voice, Inspiring life and joys divine! The barren desart shall rejoice, 'Tis Paradise if thou art mine!]
289. L. M. Wesley.
Faith in God.... Hab. iii. 17, 18.
ALTHO' the vine its fruit deny,
Altho' the olive yield no oil;
The with'ring fig-tree droop and die,
The fields delude the tillers' toil;
2 Altho' the stall no herd afford,
And perish all the bleating race;
Yet will I triumph in the Lord,
The God of my salvation praise.
3 Tho' comfortless my soul remain,
And not a gleam of light appear;
Tho' joy be sought, and sought in vain,
And tho' despair itself be near.
Altho' assurance all be lost,
And blooming hopes cut off I see;
Yet will I in my Saviour trust,
And glory that he dy'd for me.
In hope, believing against hope,
My int'rest still in God I claim;
His gracious word shall lift me up-
Salvation is in Jesu's name.
6 Soon shall he bring deliverance nigh,
And my dejected soul shall find,
When he shall lift my comforts high,
His arm how strong, his heart how kind.
290. L. M. Needham, altered.
Exploits of Faith....Heb. xi. 33. 34,
LEST is the mem'ry of the just!
And sweet their slumbers in the dust;
Tho' lost, long lost to mortal eye,
Their glorious fame shall never die.
2 In life's fair book the Patriarchs live
Prophets and saints instruction give;
Tho' dead, they speak the truth divine,
And in example brightly shine.
3 By faith what wonders have they done-
They suff'rings bore, they vict'ries won;
By faith they promises obtain'd,
And kingdoms to its empire gain'd.
4 By faith they clos'd the lion's jaw,
And harmless made his dreadful paw;
Quench'd fiercest flames, escap'd the sword,
And to new life the dead restor❜d.
5 My soul, these ancient heroes view,
Their faith, their love, their zeal pursue ;
Warm'd by each word and glorious deed,
In the same blessed path proceed,
60 may I in their triumphs share ;
And in my Saviour's robes appear,
And give my Captain great renown,
Who gives me an immortal crown.
291. C. M. Needham.
Faith....Heb. xi. 13.
RISE, O my soul, pursue the path
By ancient heroes trod; Ambitious view those holy men, Who liv'd and walk'd with God.
2 Tho' dead, they speak in reason's ear,
And in example live;
Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds,
Still fresh instruction give.
3 'Twas thro' the Lamb's most precious blood,
They conquer'd ev'ry foe;
And to his pow'r and matchless grace,
Their crowns and honor owe.
4 Lord, may I ever keep in view
The patterns thou hast giv'n;
And ne'er forsake the blessed road,
Which led them safe to heav'n.
292. C. M. Hervey.
Faith.
WHEN faith presents the Saviour's death,
And whispers," this is mine:"
Sweetly my rising hours advance,
And peacefully decline.
2 Let out ward things go how they will,
On thee I cast my care;
But let me reign with thee in heav'n,
Tho' most unworthy here.
3 Faith in thy love shall sweeten death,
And smooth the rugged way;
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