| "All Glory be to God on high, |
| While Shepherds watch'd their Flocks by Night |
| "Amid the glories of that world, |
| As on the cross the Saviour hung, |
| "Deny thyself, and take thy Cross;" |
| Broad is the Road that leads to Death, |
| "Even down to old age my people shall prove |
| How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, |
| "Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismay'd, |
| How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, |
| "Fear not, said he, (for mighty Dread |
| While Shepherds watch'd their Flocks by Night |
| "His own soft Hand shall wipe the Tears |
| Lo, what a glorious Sight appears |
| "Jesus, thou Son and heir of heaven, |
| As on the cross the Saviour hung, |
| "Lord, remove this grievous blindness, |
| "Mercy, O thou Son of David!" |
| "Mercy, O thou Son of David!" |
| "Mercy, O thou Son of David!" |
| "The GOD of Glory down to Men |
| Lo, what a glorious Sight appears |
| "The heav'nly Babe you there shall find |
| While Shepherds watch'd their Flocks by Night |
| "The soul that on Jesus has lean'd for repose, |
| How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, |
| "To you, in David's Town, this Day |
| While Shepherds watch'd their Flocks by Night |
| "When thro' fiery trials thy pathways shall lie, |
| How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, |
| "When thro' the deep waters I call thee to go, |
| How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, |
| "Worthy the Lamb that dy'd," they cry, |
| Come let us join our cheerful Songs |
| "Yet quickly from these scenes of woe |
| As on the cross the Saviour hung, |
| [Our Life is ever on the Wing, |
| Time! what an empty Vapour 'tis! |
| [The present Moments just appear, |
| Time! what an empty Vapour 'tis! |
| [This mortal life decays apace, |
| GOD of my life, look gently down, |
| [Where Pleasure rolls its living Flood, |
| My Soul forsakes her vain Delight, |
| Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints, |
| 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints, |
| Tis thus the LORD his love reveals, |
| Afflictions, tho' they seem severe, |
| "Father, I've sinn'd--but O forgive!" |
| Afflictions, tho' they seem severe, |
| "Let thy servant now depart" |
| WEEPING sinner, dry your tears, |
| "What have I gain'd by sin, he said, |
| Afflictions, tho' they seem severe, |
| Jesus sought me, when a Stranger, |
| Come, thou Fount of ev'ry Blessing, |
|
| A broken heart, my God, my King, |
| O thou that hear'st when sinners cry, |
| A country far from mortal sight; |
| How happy every child of grace |
| A faith that keeps the narrow way |
| O for a faith that will not shrink |
| A faith that shines more bright and clear |
| O for a faith that will not shrink |
| A few more days and we shall go |
| TO-DAY,* if you will hear his voice, |
| A few more days, or years at most, |
| Sweet rivers of redeeming love, |
| A few more rolling years at most, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| A home in Heaven! as the sufferer lies |
| A home in Heaven! what a joyful thought, |
| A home in Heaven! what a joyful thought, |
| A home in Heaven! what a joyful thought, |
| A home in Heaven! when our friends are fled |
| A home in Heaven! what a joyful thought, |
| A home in Heaven! when our pleasures fade, |
| A home in Heaven! what a joyful thought, |
| A home in Heaven! when the faint heart bleeds |
| A home in Heaven! what a joyful thought, |
| A home in Heaven! when the wheel is broke, |
| A home in Heaven! what a joyful thought, |
| A land of deepest shade, |
| And am I born to die? |
| A land upon whose blissful shore |
| There is a land mine eye hath seen, |
| A oes neb o'm holl gyfeillion, |
| O Iachawdwr pechaduriaid; |
| A story most lovely I'll tell, |
| A story most lovely I'll tell, |
| A stranger in the world below, |
| How happy every child of grace |
| A taste of thy tormenting fears |
| Thou Man of griefs, remember me, |
| A thousand of our years amount |
| Thro' ev'ry age, eternal God, |
| A thousand wretched souls are fled |
| Once more, my soul, the rising day |
| A while before this damsel died, |
| Young ladies all attention give, |
| A ydyw cyfailll ddim ond hynny? |
| O Iachawdwr pechaduriaid; |
| Adam's Likeness now efface, |
| HARK! the Herald Angels sing, |
| Adam's likeness, Lord, efface, |
| Hark how all the welkin rings |
| Adieu, ye proud, ye light and gay, |
| Well may thy servants mourn, my God, |
| Adorn'd by their Redeemer's grace |
| And let this feeble body fail, |
| Afflictions, tho' they seem severe, |
| Afflictions, tho' they seem severe, |
| After death its joys will be |
| 'TIS religion that can give (Rippon) |
| Ah my sweet home Jerusalem |
| Jerusalem my happy home (F. B. P.) |
| Ah! whither could we flee for aid, |
| FROM ev'ry stormy wind that blows, |
| Alas! how vain is all their gain, |
| Why should we at our lot complain, |
| All glorious in Jerusalem, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| All hail! The pow'r of Jesu's Name; |
| All hail! The pow'r of Jesu's Name; |
| All hail, eternal Son of God, |
| Sweet rivers of redeeming love, |
| All her merchants cry with wonder, |
| HAIL the day so long expected! |
| All is vain unless the Spirit |
| Brethren, we have met to worship, |
| All my trust on thee is stay'd; |
| Jesu, lover of my soul, |
| All o'er those wide extended plains |
| On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, |
| Almight God, to thee we fly-- |
| What solemn sounds the ear invade! |
| Altho' he no relentings felt |
| Afflictions, tho' they seem severe, |
| Am I a Soldier of the Cross, |
| Am I a Soldier of the Cross, |
| Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound) |
| Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound) |
| Amen! Amen! my Soul replies, |
| The Lord into his Garden come, |
| An everlasting temple, |
| There is a holy city, |
| Anchor me in that port above, |
| O FOR a breeze of heav'nly love, |
| And am I born to die? |
| And am I born to die? |
| And as he has prov'd faithful, |
| O WHEN shall I see Jesus! |
| And as we fly, we'll always cry |
| MY brethren all, on you I call, |
| And has religion left the church |
| Well may thy servants mourn, my God, |
| And join in praise to Jesu's name, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| And let this feeble body fail, |
| And let this feeble body fail, |
| And never end the blessed song, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| And never stop till I get there, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| And now I am bound for Canaan, |
| I LOVE my blessed Saviour, |
| And now the door is open wide, |
| WHEN the midnight cry begins, |
| And shall the sons of earth and dust |
| Will God for ever cast us off? |
| And shout salvation to my king, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| And still to heighten our distress, |
| Will God for ever cast us off? |
| And thou, refulgent Orb of Day, |
| YE golden Lamps of Heav'n, farewel [sic], |
| And what shall be my journey, |
| There is a holy city, |
| And when I close my eyes in death, |
| Jesus, my kind and gracious friend; |
| And when to Jordan's floods we are come, |
| Our bondage here shall end by and by, |
| And when you meet with troubles, |
| O WHEN shall I see Jesus! |
| And while I rest my weary head |
| LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray; |
| Are there no Foes for me to face? |
| Am I a Soldier of the Cross, |
| Arise, my Soul, from deep Distress, |
| O That I knew the secret Place, |
| Around my head how angels shine, |
| Young ladies all attention give, |
| As on the cross the Saviour hung, |
| As on the cross the Saviour hung, |
| As we draw nigh, objections fly, |
| MY brethren all, on you I call, |
| Asham'd of Jesus! of that Friend, |
| Jesus! And shall it ever be! |
| Asham'd of Jesus! Shall yon Field |
| Jesus! And shall it ever be! |
| Asham'd of Jesus! Sooner far |
| Jesus! And shall it ever be! |
| Asham'd of Jesus! yes, I may, |
| Jesus! And shall it ever be! |
| At once they strike th' harmonious wire, |
| And let this feeble body fail, |
| At this she closed her eyes in death, |
| Young ladies all attention give, |
| Attending Angels shout for Joy, |
| Lo, what a glorious Sight appears |
| Awake and mourn, ye Heirs of Hell; |
| Death! 'tis a melancholy Day |
| Awake from guilty nature's sleep, |
| Glory to God, and praise, and love |
| Awake my Soul, and with the Sun, |
| Awake my Soul, and with the Sun, |
| Awake, awake! pursue thy way |
| HASTE, traveller, haste! the night comes on, |
| Awn tàn ganu tros y moroedd, |
| O Iachawdwr pechaduriaid; |
|
| Babel's garments we've rejected, |
| HAIL the day so long expected! |
| Be dead, my Heart, to worldly Charms; |
| My Jesus, while in mortal flesh |
| Be faithful to your Saviour God, |
| While in this vale of sorrow, |
| Before Jehovah's burning bar, |
| Young ladies all attention give, |
| Before our Father's throne |
| BLEST be the tie that binds |
| Before the golden bowl is broke, |
| Young ladies all attention give, |
| Behold the venerable band! |
| What solemn sounds the ear invade! |
| Behold, the morning sun |
| Behold, the morning sun |
| Bellach minau'n ëon deuaf, |
| O Iachawdwr pechaduriaid; |
| Beside the gospel pool, |
| Beside the gospel pool, |
| Beware of pleasure's syren song, |
| Say, now ye lovely social band, |
| Blest Angels! While we silent lie, |
| Lord, now my Sleep does me forsake, |
| BLEST be the tie that binds |
| BLEST be the tie that binds |
| Blest Jesu, thou on Heav'n intent, |
| Lord, now my Sleep does me forsake, |
| Blinais ar afonydd Babel, |
| O Iachawdwr pechaduriaid; |
| Blow the trumpet in Mount Zion! |
| HAIL the day so long expected! |
| Blow ye the trumpet blow, |
| Blow ye the trumpet blow, |
| Break off your Tears ye Saints! and tell |
| HE dies; the FRIEND of Sinners dies! |
| Break off your Tears, ye Saints, and tell |
| He dies, the Heav'nly Lover dies, |
| Breathe, O breathe thy loving Spirit, |
| Love divine, all loves excelling, |
| Brethren farewell, I do you tell, |
| Brethren farewell, I do you tell, |
| Brethren here are poor backsliders, |
| Brethren, we have met to worship, |
| Brethren see poor sinners round you |
| Brethren, we have met to worship, |
| Brethren, join your cries to help them |
| Brethren, we have met to worship, |
| Brethren, see my Jesus coming, |
| Brethren, see my Jesus coming, |
| Brethren, we have met to worship, |
| Brethren, we have met to worship, |
| Bright angels whisp'ring me away, |
| Ye weary, heavy laden'd souls, |
| Broad is the Road that leads to Death, |
| Broad is the Road that leads to Death, |
| Built upon thyself the Rock, |
| LORD, we come before Thee now, |
| Bury'd in Sorrow and in Sin, |
| Salvation! O, the joyful Sound; |
| But ah! how soon my Joys decay! |
| Time! what an empty Vapour 'tis! |
| But Canaan's land is just before, |
| Ye weary, heavy laden'd souls, |
| But cheerful be as formerly, |
| Why should we at our lot complain, |
| But earth's bewitching pleasures |
| There is a holy city, |
| But I shall share a glorious part |
| Sweet is the work, my God, my king, |
| But if my life be spar'd a while |
| GOD of my life, look gently down, |
| But if your ears refuse |
| Come, sound his praise abroad, |
| But let us gain Mount Pisgah's top, |
| Ye weary, heavy laden'd souls, |
| But man, weak man, is born to die, |
| Thro' ev'ry age, eternal God, |
| But many cry, 'tis all disorder, |
| See how the Scriptures are fulfilling! |
| But my complaint is bitter now, |
| Oh! once I had a glorious view |
| But my complaints remain; |
| Beside the gospel pool, |
| But now I am a soldier, |
| O WHEN shall I see Jesus! |
| But now I have a deeper stroke, |
| Oh! once I had a glorious view |
| But now I meet them as the rest, |
| Oh! once I had a glorious view |
| But now it is my purpose, |
| There is a holy city, |
| But now my heart's so careless grown, |
| Oh! once I had a glorious view |
| But now your thoughts delight to sour, |
| Say, now ye lovely social band, |
| But O how oft thy wrath appears, |
| Thro' ev'ry age, eternal God, |
| But O, the sad and awful state |
| Dear people, we have met to--day, |
| But Oh! I see among the rest, |
| Say, now ye lovely social band, |
| But since it is God's holy will, |
| My dearest friends in bonds of love, |
| But something yet can do the deed: |
| Oh! for a glance of heav'nly day |
| But still I find my heart's inclin'd, |
| Brethren farewell, I do you tell, |
| But there they live in such delight |
| Jerusalem my happy home (F. B. P.) |
| But tho' Sleep o'r my frailty reigns, |
| Glory to thee my God, this Night |
| But thy compassions, Lord, |
| My soul, repeat his praise |
| But tim'rous Mortals start and shrink, |
| There is a Land of pure Delight, |
| But to thy house will I resort, |
| Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear |
| But we by faith do see his face, |
| WHEN the midnight cry begins, |
| But when I come to bid adieu |
| While in this vale of sorrow, |
| But when we come to reign above, |
| The Lord into his Garden come, |
| But where the gospel comes |
| Behold, the morning sun |
| But whither can I go? |
| Beside the gospel pool, |
| But with our Saviour, holy Lord, |
| My dearest friends in bonds of love, |
| By faith I see His bleeding side, |
| I see One hanging on the tree, |
| By faith I see my gracious God, |
| Ye weary, heavy laden'd souls, |
| By faith I see the distant shore, |
| Young ladies all attention give, |
| By hourly Faith in Thee I live, |
| My Jesus, while in mortal flesh |
| By thee my prayers acceptance gain, |
| How sweet the name of Jesus sounds |
|
| Calvary, Calvary, |
| I see One hanging on the tree, |
| Can a woman's tender care |
| Hark, my soul! it is the Lord; |
| Can reason's dictates be obey'd? |
| So fades the lovely blooming flow'r, |
| Canst thou for ever fit and hear |
| Will God for ever cast us off? |
| Cease, ye Pilgrims, cease to mourn, |
| RISE my Soul, and stretch thy Wings, |
| Chang'd from glory into glory, |
| Love divine, all loves excelling, |
| Chearful I feast on heav'nly Fruit, |
| Time! what an empty Vapour 'tis! |
| Christ by highest Heav'n ador'd, |
| HARK! the Herald Angels sing, |
| Christ, by highest heav'n ador'd, |
| Hark how all the welkin rings |
| Come all ye elder brethren, ye soldiers of the cross, |
| The glorious light of Zion is spreading far and wide, |
| Come along, come along, |
| WHAT ship is this, |
| Come brethren, you that love the Lord, |
| The Lord into his Garden come, |
| Come let us join our cheerful Songs |
| Come let us join our cheerful Songs |
| Come Saints, and drop a Tear or two |
| He dies, the Heav'nly Lover dies, |
| Come Saints, and drop a Tear or two, |
| HE dies; the FRIEND of Sinners dies! |
| Come Sister Anna, take your leave, |
| Young ladies all attention give, |
| Come ye weary, heavy laden, |
| Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, |
| Come, all my dear breth'ren and help me to sing; |
| Come, all my dear breth'ren and help me to sing; |
| Come, Almighty to deliver, |
| Love divine, all loves excelling, |
| Come, Desire of Nations, come, |
| HARK! the Herald Angels sing, |
| Come, desire of nations, come, |
| Hark how all the welkin rings |
| Come, Holy Spirit, come! |
| Come, Holy Spirit, come! |
| Come, humble Sinner, in whose Breast |
| Come, humble Sinner, in whose Breast |
| Come, my Lord, no longer tarry, |
| Come, thou Fount of ev'ry Blessing, |
| Come, O thou traveller unknown, |
| Come, O thou traveller unknown, |
| Come, sound his praise abroad, |
| Come, sound his praise abroad, |
| Come, thou Fount of ev'ry Blessing, |
| Come, thou Fount of ev'ry Blessing, |
| Come, we that love the LORD, |
| Come, we that love the LORD, |
| Come, worship at his throne, |
| Come, sound his praise abroad, |
| Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, |
| Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, |
| Come, you that love th' incarnate God. |
| TO-DAY,* if you will hear his voice, |
| Comfort those who weep and mourn, |
| LORD, we come before Thee now, |
| Content with beholding his face, |
| How tedious and tasteless the hours, |
| Contented now upon my thigh |
| Come, O thou traveller unknown, |
| Could we but climb where Moses stood, |
| There is a Land of pure Delight, |
| Could we but hear its little tongue |
| THE little babe is gone to rest, |
| Create my nature pure within, |
| O thou that hear'st when sinners cry, |
| Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God, |
| All hail! The pow'r of Jesu's Name; |
| Crown Him, ye morning stars of light, |
| All hail! The pow'r of Jesu's Name; |
| Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, |
| GOD of my life, look gently down, |
|
| Daniel's wisdom may I know, |
| Daniel's wisdom may I know, |
| Dark nights, and clouds, and gloomy fear, |
| Ye weary, heavy laden'd souls, |
| Days of mourning now are ended, |
| HAIL the day so long expected! |
| Dear bower I must leave you and bid you adieu, |
| TO leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part, |
| Dear bower where the pine and the poplar leaves spread, |
| TO leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part, |
| Dear Christian friends, both old and young |
| My dearest friends in bonds of love, |
| Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood |
| There is a fountain fill'd with blood |
| Dear father, you've been kind to me, |
| Farewell, dear brothers, fare you well, |
| Dear fellow--youth, in Christian ties, |
| My dearest friends in bonds of love, |
| Dear God, let all my hours be thine, |
| Once more, my soul, the rising day |
| Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, |
| How tedious and tasteless the hours, |
| Dear name! the rock on which I build, |
| How sweet the name of Jesus sounds |
| Dear people, we have met to--day, |
| Dear people, we have met to--day, |
| Dear sister, thou art left alone, |
| Farewell, dear brothers, fare you well, |
| DEAR sisters and brothers, who love one another, |
| DEAR sisters and brothers, who love one another, |
| Dearest sister, thou hast left us; |
| SISTER, thou wast mild and lovely, |
| Death shall not destroy my comfort, |
| Brethren, see my Jesus coming, |
| Death! 'tis a melancholy Day |
| Death! 'tis a melancholy Day |
| Death, like an overflowing stream, |
| Thro' ev'ry age, eternal God, |
| Death's iron gate our must pass through, |
| Young people, all, attention give, |
| Did Christ o'er sinners weep? |
| Did Christ o'er sinners weep? |
| Did you not dread that hast'ning day, |
| Say, now ye lovely social band, |
| Direct, controul, suggest this Day, |
| Awake my Soul, and with the Sun, |
| Diseases are thy servants, Lord, |
| GOD of my life, look gently down, |
| Do not I love Thee from my Soul? |
| Do not I love Thee, O my Lord? |
| Do not I love Thee, O my Lord? |
| Do not I love Thee, O my Lord? |
| Do you think she will be able |
| WHAT ship is this, |
| Dost thou ask me, who I am? |
| Nay, I cannot let thee go, |
| Down to the lake of burning fire, |
| See how the Scriptures are fulfilling! |
| Dull Sleep of sense me to deprive; |
| Glory to thee my God, this Night |
| Dying sinners, will you come? |
| WHEN the midnight cry begins, |
|
| EARTH, and Sun, and Stars decay, |
| EARTH, and Sun, and Stars decay, |
| E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream |
| There is a fountain fill'd with blood |
| Encircled in light, and with glory enshrouded, |
| How sweet to reflect on those joys that await me, |
| Enlighten'd by thine heav'nly Ray, |
| ETERNAL SPIRIT! we confess |
| Eternal Spirit deign to be |
| O FOR a breeze of heav'nly love, |
| ETERNAL SPIRIT! we confess |
| ETERNAL SPIRIT! we confess |
| Extol the Lamb of God, |
| Blow ye the trumpet blow, |
|
| False are the men in high degree, |
| My spirit looks to God alone; |
| Far as thy name is known |
| Far as thy name is known |
| Far from a world of sin and strife, |
| THE little babe is gone to rest, |
| Farewell to sin and sorrow, |
| O WHEN shall I see Jesus! |
| Farewell vain world, I'm going home |
| O may I worthy prove to see, |
| Farewell, careless sinners, for you I do mourn. |
| Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand, |
| Farewell, dear brothers, fare you well, |
| Farewell, dear brothers, fare you well, |
| Farewell, dear parents, I must go, |
| Farewell, dear parents, I must go, |
| Farewell, faithful Christians, farewell all around. |
| Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand, |
| Farewell, faithful soldiers, you'll soon be discharg'd, |
| Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand, |
| Farewell, I am bound for glory; |
| I LOVE my blessed Saviour, |
| Farewell, my brethren in the Lord, |
| Ye weary, heavy laden'd souls, |
| Farewell, my dear brethren, farewell for a while, |
| Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand, |
| Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand, |
| Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand, |
| Farewell, my loving brethren, |
| While in this vale of sorrow, |
| Farewell, seeking mourners with sad broken heart, |
| Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand, |
| Farewell, ye young converts, who're listed for war, |
| Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand, |
| Father, if I may call thee so, |
| Thou Man of griefs, remember me, |
| Fight on ye conquring saints, fight one, |
| Hark how the Gospel Trumpet sounds |
| Fill'd with delight, my raptur'd soul |
| On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, |
| Fill'd with sinner--like contrition, |
| While my Jesus I'm possessing, |
| Finish then thy new creation, |
| Love divine, all loves excelling, |
| Firm as his Throne his Promise stands, |
| I'm not asham'd to own my LORD, |
| Fly me Riches, fly me Cares, |
| RISE my Soul, and stretch thy Wings, |
| Foolish virgins! do you think |
| WHEN the midnight cry begins, |
| Fools never raise their thoughts so high; |
| Sweet is the work, my God, my king, |
| For God the Lord enthron'd in State |
| O come, loud Anthems let us sing. |
| For he's our God, our Shepherd he, |
| O come, loud Anthems let us sing. |
| For I can never come to thee; |
| The time is swiftly rolling on |
| For Jesus my Saviour oft deigned to meet, |
| TO leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part, |
| For sovereign pow'r reigns not alone. |
| My spirit looks to God alone; |
| Forgive me Lord, for thy dear Son, |
| Glory to thee my God, this Night |
| FROM ev'ry stormy wind that blows, |
| FROM ev'ry stormy wind that blows, |
| From his pierc'd and wounded body |
| While my Jesus I'm possessing, |
| From his side, that fountain precious, |
| While my Jesus I'm possessing, |
| From rocks of pride on either hand, |
| O FOR a breeze of heav'nly love, |
| From sorrow, toil and pain, |
| BLEST be the tie that binds |
| From the celestial hills, |
| Come, Holy Spirit, come! |
| From the distant coasts of Shinar, |
| HAIL the day so long expected! |
| From the third Heav'n, where GOD relies, |
| Lo, what a glorious Sight appears |
|
| Gad y wawr fod o fy wyneb, |
| O Iachawdwr pechaduriaid; |
| Gird on the heav'nly armour, |
| O WHEN shall I see Jesus! |
| Give joy or grief, give ease or pain, |
| And let this feeble body fail, |
| Give me a place at thy Saint's feet, |
| Lord, now my Sleep does me forsake, |
| Glad we hail the stable Reign, |
| EARTH, and Sun, and Stars decay, |
| Glory to God, and praise, and love |
| Glory to God, and praise, and love |
| Glory to thee in light array'd, |
| Lord, now my Sleep does me forsake, |
| Glory to thee my God, this Night |
| Glory to thee my God, this Night |
| Glory to thee who safe hast kept, |
| Awake my Soul, and with the Sun, |
| God grant we may inherit that same praying spirit, |
| DEAR sisters and brothers, who love one another, |
| GOD of my life, look gently down, |
| GOD of my life, look gently down, |
| God will not always chide; |
| My soul, repeat his praise |
| Good Lord, what groans! what shrieks! what cries |
| Dear people, we have met to--day, |
| Grace all the Work shall crown |
| Grace! ‘tis a charming Sound, |
| Grace first contrived a Way |
| Grace! ‘tis a charming Sound, |
| Grace taught my wandering Feet |
| Grace! ‘tis a charming Sound, |
| Grace! ‘tis a charming Sound, |
| Grace! ‘tis a charming Sound, |
| Grant that those who seek may find |
| LORD, we come before Thee now, |
| Great Redeemer, friend of sinners, |
| Great Redeemer, friend of sinners, |
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| Had I angels' pinions |
| I LOVE my blessed Saviour, |
| Had I heart to hold its pleasure, |
| Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, |
| Had I the Pinions of a Dove, |
| My Soul forsakes her vain Delight, |
| Had I your Wings, to Heaven I'd flie, |
| Awake my Soul, and with the Sun, |
| Hail Him, ye heirs of David's line, |
| All hail! The pow'r of Jesu's Name; |
| HAIL the day so long expected! |
| HAIL the day so long expected! |
| Hail the Heav'n--born Prince of Peace! |
| HARK! the Herald Angels sing, |
| Hail the heav'nly Prince of Peace! |
| Hark how all the welkin rings |
| Hail! All victorious conquering Lord! |
| Hark how the Gospel Trumpet sounds |
| Happy I'm in his embraces, |
| While my Jesus I'm possessing, |
| Hark how all the welkin rings |
| Hark how all the welkin rings |
| Hark how the Gospel Trumpet sounds |
| Hark how the Gospel Trumpet sounds |
| HARK! the Herald Angels sing |
| HARK! the Herald Angels sing, |
| Hark! they whisper, lo! they call me, |
| Great Redeemer, friend of sinners, |
| Hark, and hear her people crying, |
| HAIL the day so long expected! |
| Hark, my soul! it is the Lord; |
| Hark, my soul! it is the Lord; |
| Harlots, and publicans, and thieves |
| Glory to God, and praise, and love |
| Harp strings touched by angel fingers |
| When we hear the music ringing |
| Hast Thou a Lamb in all thy Flock, |
| Do not I love Thee, O my Lord? |
| HASTE, traveller, haste! the night comes on, |
| HASTE, traveller, haste! the night comes on, |
| Hath not thy pow'r form'd ev'ry coast, |
| Will God for ever cast us off? |
| Having that store we have much more |
| Why should we at our lot complain, |
| He breaks the power of cancell'd sin, |
| Glory to God, and praise, and love |
| He cried, my Father, my God, |
| A story most lovely I'll tell, |
| He dies, the Heav'nly Lover dies, |
| He dies, the Heav'nly Lover dies, |
| HE dies; the FRIEND of Sinners dies! |
| HE dies; the FRIEND of Sinners dies! |
| He form'd the deeps unknown; |
| Come, sound his praise abroad, |
| He fought the hard battle, and won |
| A story most lovely I'll tell, |
| He groaned his last and he died, |
| A story most lovely I'll tell, |
| he had not conversation but seamed as yet alone |
| When adam was created he dwelt in edons shad |
| He is a GOD of sov'reign Love, |
| Death! 'tis a melancholy Day |
| He knows we are but dust, |
| My soul, repeat his praise |
| He knows what Arguments I'd take, |
| O That I knew the secret Place, |
| He left his exalted abode, |
| A story most lovely I'll tell, |
| He said, I've come for thee my love, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| He seems a mighty conqueror, |
| There is a holy city, |
| He sends his word and melts the snow, |
| With songs and honours sounding loud |
| he spake as in a rapture as from whence you came |
| When adam was created he dwelt in edons shad |
| He speaks to you in whispers sweet, |
| WHEN the midnight cry begins, |
| He speaks; and listening to his voice, |
| Glory to God, and praise, and love |
| He wept, that we might weep, |
| Did Christ o'er sinners weep? |
| Hear him ye deaf, his praise ye dumb |
| Glory to God, and praise, and love |
| Hear! O Most High! our earnest prayer-- |
| What solemn sounds the ear invade! |
| Heaven's my home, Heaven's my home, |
| Come, all my dear breth'ren and help me to sing; |
| Heav'n is, dear Lord, where e'er Thou art, |
| Awake my Soul, and with the Sun, |
| Her honor'd mother she address'd, |
| Young ladies all attention give, |
| Her pastors love to live at ease, |
| Well may thy servants mourn, my God, |
| Her pow'rful aid supports the soul, |
| So fades the lovely blooming flow'r, |
| Her private members walk no more |
| Well may thy servants mourn, my God, |
| Her sails are spread, see how swiftly she moves, |
| What ship is this that will take us all home, |
| Her weeping brother she address'd, |
| Young ladies all attention give, |
| Here I raise my Eben--ezer, |
| Come, thou Fount of ev'ry Blessing, |
| Here I'll sit for ever viewing |
| While my Jesus I'm possessing, |
| Here I'll sit, for ever viewing |
| Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, |
| here is Council for the bride groom & likewise for the b[ride] |
| When adam was created he dwelt in edons shad |
| Here it is I find my heaven |
| While my Jesus I'm possessing, |
| Here it is I find my heaven, |
| Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, |
| Here then, from day to day, |
| Beside the gospel pool, |
| Here's Love and Grief beyond Degree, |
| HE dies; the FRIEND of Sinners dies! |
| Here's Love and Grief beyond degree, |
| He dies, the Heav'nly Lover dies, |
| Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, |
| Jesu, lover of my soul, |
| Hideous cries and lamentations, |
| See how the Scriptures are fulfilling! |
| High as the heav'ns are rais'd |
| My soul, repeat his praise |
| His body bore anguish and pain, |
| A story most lovely I'll tell, |
| His crimes with inward grief and shame, |
| As on the cross the Saviour hung, |
| His father saw him coming back, |
| Afflictions, tho' they seem severe, |
| His hoary frost, his fleecy snow, |
| With songs and honours sounding loud |
| His name yields the richest perfume, |
| How tedious and tasteless the hours, |
| His pow'r subdues our sins, |
| My soul, repeat his praise |
| His prayer the dying Jesus hears, |
| As on the cross the Saviour hung, |
| His speaking made me laugh and cry, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| Home, home, sweet, sweet home, |
| 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints, |
| Hoping thy face in heav'n to see, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| Hosanna to the King |
| See what a living Stone |
| How ardent my desire, |
| I LOVE my blessed Saviour, |
| How are the seats of worship broke! |
| Will God for ever cast us off? |
| How decent and how wise! |
| Far as thy name is known |
| How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, |
| How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, |
| How happy every child of grace |
| How happy every child of grace |
| How long, dear Saviour, O how long! |
| Lo, what a glorious Sight appears |
| How long, eternal God, how long, |
| Will God for ever cast us off? |
| How oft I've seen your flowing tears, |
| My dearest friends in bonds of love, |
| How often have I seen |
| Beside the gospel pool, |
| How often have I thought |
| Beside the gospel pool, |
| How often you have look'd for me, |
| The time is swiftly rolling on |
| How perfect is thy word! |
| Behold, the morning sun |
| How pleasant and happy the view! |
| A story most lovely I'll tell, |
| How shall I leave my tomb? |
| And am I born to die? |
| How sweet the hours have pass'd away, |
| My dearest friends in bonds of love, |
| How sweet the name of Jesus sounds |
| How sweet the name of Jesus sounds |
| How sweet to reflect on those joys that await me, |
| How sweet to reflect on those joys that await me, |
| How sweet were the zephyrs, perfum'd by the pine, |
| TO leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part, |
| How tedious and tasteless the hours, |
| How tedious and tasteless the hours, |
| Howe'er forsaken or despis'd, |
| Jesus, my kind and gracious friend; |
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| I am but a young convert, who lately did enlist |
| The glorious light of Zion is spreading far and wide, |
| I arm me with his mortal pain, |
| Thou Man of griefs, remember me, |
| I came to Jesus and I drank |
| I heard the voice of Jesus say, |
| I came to Jesus as I was, |
| I heard the voice of Jesus say, |
| I can but perish if I go, |
| Come, humble Sinner, in whose Breast |
| I cannot live without thy light, |
| O thou that hear'st when sinners cry, |
| I deliver'd thee when bound, |
| Hark, my soul! it is the Lord; |
| I deprecate that death alone, |
| Thou Man of griefs, remember me, |
| I envy not the rich and great, |
| The heavenly home is bright and fair, |
| I feel I've fallen by the way, |
| I feel I've fallen by the way, |
| I feel that Heav'n is now begun, |
| The Lord into his Garden come, |
| I felt my Lord's atoning blood |
| Glory to God, and praise, and love |
| I forward go in duty's way, |
| Oh! once I had a glorious view |
| I found, and own'd his promise true, |
| Glory to God, and praise, and love |
| I have a place for you above, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| I hear thy word with love, |
| Behold, the morning sun |
| I heard the voice of Jesus say, |
| I heard the voice of Jesus say, |
| I heard the voice of Jesus say, |
| I heard the voice of Jesus say, |
| I heard the voice of Jesus say, |
| I heard the voice of Jesus say, |
| I hold my Saviour in my arms, |
| Sweet rivers of redeeming love, |
| I hope that I shall meet you there, |
| Ye weary, heavy laden'd souls, |
| I hope to shout eternal rounds, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| I hope you'll all remember me, |
| My dearest friends in bonds of love, |
| I hope you'll meet me far above, |
| Young ladies all attention give, |
| I know that you all wanted me, |
| Farewell, dear parents, I must go, |
| I know thee, Saviour, who thou art, |
| Come, O thou traveller unknown, |
| I leave you all both great and small, |
| Brethren farewell, I do you tell, |
| I little thought he'd been so nigh, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| I live in holy grief and joy, |
| And let this feeble body fail, |
| I long to go, so farewell woe, |
| Brethren farewell, I do you tell, |
| I long to mount up in the skies, |
| A story most lovely I'll tell, |
| I long to see thy glorious face, |
| Sweet rivers of redeeming love, |
| I long, dearest Lord, in thy beauties to shine, |
| 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints, |
| I look'd to Jesus, and I found |
| I heard the voice of Jesus say, |
| I LOVE my blessed Saviour, |
| I LOVE my blessed Saviour, |
| I love to meet among them now, |
| When thou, my righteous Judge shall come, |
| I love to think of Calvary, |
| I see One hanging on the tree, |
| I must from God be driven, |
| And am I born to die? |
| I need not tell thee who I am, |
| Come, O thou traveller unknown, |
| I now awake do with you join, |
| Lord, now my Sleep does me forsake, |
| I once could mourn o'er dying men, |
| Oh! once I had a glorious view |
| I own I'm guilty, own I'm vile, |
| Jesus, my kind and gracious friend; |
| I pay this ev'ning sacrifice, |
| LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray; |
| I see a world of spirits bright, |
| And let this feeble body fail, |
| I see no pleasure here on earth, |
| Young ladies all attention give, |
| I see One hanging on the tree, |
| I see One hanging on the tree, |
| I should, were He always so nigh, |
| How tedious and tasteless the hours, |
| I sigh from this body of sin to be free, |
| 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints, |
| I soon shall hear the awful sound, |
| O may I worthy prove to see, |
| I soon shall pass that veil of death, |
| O may I worthy prove to see, |
| I suffer out my threescore years, |
| And let this feeble body fail, |
| I tremble, left the wrath divine |
| Thou Man of griefs, remember me, |
| I trust you'll pray both night and day, |
| Brethren farewell, I do you tell, |
| I view the monster death and smile, |
| Sweet rivers of redeeming love, |
| I wake, I wake, ye Heavenly Choir, |
| Awake my Soul, and with the Sun, |
| I would not wake, nor rise again, |
| Awake my Soul, and with the Sun, |
| I would see Jesus when the flow'rs |
| I would see Jesus when the flow'rs |
| I'll go, and tell him all I've done, |
| Afflictions, tho' they seem severe, |
| I'd rise superior to my pain, |
| Sweet rivers of redeeming love, |
| I'd say, "How Flesh and Sense rebel! |
| O That I knew the secret Place, |
| I'd tell him how my Sins arise, |
| O That I knew the secret Place, |
| If Heav'n be thus far glorious, Lord, |
| Jerusalem, my happy home, (Broaddus) |
| If I arrive there thenbefore you do, |
| What ship is this that will take us all home, |
| If I'm call'd home while I am gone, |
| Brethren farewell, I do you tell, |
| If not, he'll send you down to hell, |
| Young ladies all attention give, |
| If Sin entice, I'll not consent; |
| 'Tis my Desire with God to walk, (Trivett) |
| If souls are born, we'll bear the scorn, |
| MY brethren all, on you I call, |
| If you get there |
| WHAT ship is this, |
| If you go first, amen you must, |
| Brethren farewell, I do you tell, |
| I'll arise and go and meet him, |
| Brethren, see my Jesus coming, |
| I'll bid adieu to all my woes, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| I'll go to JESUS, tho' my Sin |
| Come, humble Sinner, in whose Breast |
| I'll join with Saints that's gone before, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| I'll praise him while he lends me breath, |
| O may I worthy prove to see, |
| I'll say farewell to one and all, |
| Farewell, dear parents, I must go, |
| I'll tell to all poor Sinners round, |
| JESUS my All, to Heav'n is gone; |
| I'll to the gracious King approach, |
| Come, humble Sinner, in whose Breast |
| I'm bound fair Canaan's land to see, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| I'm but a sojourner below, |
| GOD of my life, look gently down, |
| I'm glad that I am born to die, |
| O may I worthy prove to see, |
| I'm not asham'd to own my LORD, |
| I'm not asham'd to own my LORD, |
| I'm on my way to glory, |
| While in this vale of sorrow, |
| In darkest shadows of the night' |
| Sweet rivers of redeeming love, |
| In every condition, in sickness, in health, |
| How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, |
| In ev'ry day of trouble, |
| There is a holy city, |
| In guilt's seducing mazes, |
| There is a holy city, |
| In hope of that immortal crown, |
| And let this feeble body fail, |
| In Infancy, sprinkled was I, |
| 'Tis my Desire with God to walk, (Trivett) |
| In Isra'l stood his antient throne, |
| O for a shout of sacred joy |
| In Jesu's name and Spirit I |
| Thou Man of griefs, remember me, |
| In rapturous awe on him to gaze |
| How happy every child of grace |
| In the temple Simeon stands, |
| WEEPING sinner, dry your tears, |
| In thee no sickness may be seen |
| Jerusalem my happy home (F. B. P.) |
| In thine own Appointed Way |
| LORD, we come before Thee now, |
| In thy Temple, lo we wait, |
| LORD, we come before Thee now, |
| In vain thou strugglest to get free, |
| Come, O thou traveller unknown, |
| In vain to Heav'n she lifts her Eyes; |
| Death! 'tis a melancholy Day |
| Influenc'd by the Light Divine, |
| Awake my Soul, and with the Sun, |
| Into his Presence let us haste, |
| O come, loud Anthems let us sing. |
| Is folly's ways, the ways of peace, |
| Say, now ye lovely social band, |
| Is not the world of nature thine, |
| Will God for ever cast us off? |
| Is not thy Name melodious still |
| Do not I love Thee, O my Lord? |
| Is there here a trembling jailer, |
| Brethren, we have met to worship, |
| Is there no kind, no lenient art, |
| So fades the lovely blooming flow'r, |
| Is this the man of sorrows, |
| There is a holy city, |
| It makes me happy while I sing, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| It makes the wounded spirit whole, |
| How sweet the name of Jesus sounds |
| It shines around with dazzling ray, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| Its evils in a moment end, |
| How happy every child of grace |
| Its flaming love which has no bounds, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| Its skies are not like earthly skies, |
| There is a land mine eye hath seen, |
| I've been into the water, where we young converts go, |
| The glorious light of Zion is spreading far and wide, |
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| Jerusalem my happy home |
| Jerusalem my happy home (F. B. P.) |
| Jerusalem my happy home |
| Jerusalem my happy home (F. B. P.) |
| Jerusalem, my happy home, |
| Jerusalem, my happy home, (Broaddus) |
| Jerusalem; Jerusalem |
| Jerusalem my happy home (F. B. P.) |
| Jesu, lover of my soul, |
| Jesu, lover of my soul, |
| Jesu, Thou art all compassion, |
| Love divine, all loves excelling, |
| Jesus can make a dying Bed |
| Why should we start, and fear to die? |
| Jesus clad in dazzling splendour, |
| Brethren, see my Jesus coming, |
| Jesus is worthy to receive |
| Come let us join our cheerful Songs |
| JESUS my All, to Heav'n is gone; |
| JESUS my All, to Heav'n is gone; |
| Jesus my love to glory's gone, |
| Jerusalem, my happy home, (Broaddus) |
| Jesus our God ascends on high; |
| O for a shout of sacred joy |
| Jesus the name that charms our fears, |
| Glory to God, and praise, and love |
| Jesus! And shall it ever be! |
| Jesus! And shall it ever be! |
| Jesus! My Shepherd, Husband, Friend, |
| How sweet the name of Jesus sounds |
| Jesus, blessed Savior, |
| I feel I've fallen by the way, |
| JESUS, grant us all a blessing, |
| JESUS, grant us all a blessing, |
| JESUS, my GOD! I know his Name, |
| I'm not asham'd to own my LORD, |
| Jesus, my kind and gracious friend; |
| Jesus, my kind and gracious friend; |
| Jesus, our great High--priest, |
| Blow ye the trumpet blow, |
| Jesus, pardon all our follies, |
| JESUS, grant us all a blessing, |
| Job's submission let me shew, |
| Daniel's wisdom may I know, |
| Jordan's streams shall ne'er o'erflow me, |
| Brethren, see my Jesus coming, |
| Joyful all ye Nations rise, |
| HARK! the Herald Angels sing, |
| Joyful all ye nations rise, |
| Hark how all the welkin rings |
| Just, and holy is thy name, |
| Jesu, lover of my soul, |
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| Lame as I am, I take the prey, |
| Come, O thou traveller unknown, |
| Let all that dwell above the Sky, |
| Come let us join our cheerful Songs |
| Let all thy Converse be sincere, |
| Awake my Soul, and with the Sun, |
| Let Cares like a wild Deluge come, |
| When I can read my Title clear |
| Let every heart be filled with woe, |
| What solemn sounds the ear invade! |
| Let every tribe and every tongue |
| All hail! The pow'r of Jesu's Name; |
| Let highborn seraphs tune the lyre, |
| All hail! The pow'r of Jesu's Name; |
| Let me among thy saints be found, |
| When thou, my righteous Judge shall come, |
| Let not conscience make you linger: |
| Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, |
| Let not your hard'ned Hearts renew |
| O come, loud Anthems let us sing. |
| Let others seek a home below, |
| The heavenly home is bright and fair, |
| Let persecution rage around, |
| The time is swiftly rolling on |
| Let strangers walk around |
| Far as thy name is known |
| Let those refuse to sing |
| Come, we that love the LORD, |
| Let us love our God supremely, |
| Brethren, we have met to worship, |
| Let us thee, tho' lost, regain, |
| Hark how all the welkin rings |
| Let's make the best we can of life, |
| Why should we at our lot complain, |
| Life at the best is but a jest, |
| Why should we at our lot complain, |
| Life is the Hour that God hath giv'n; |
| Life is the Time to serve the LORD, |
| Life is the time to seek his face, |
| Young ladies all attention give, |
| Life is the Time to serve the LORD, |
| Life is the Time to serve the LORD, |
| Lift up thy feet, and march in haste, |
| Will God for ever cast us off? |
| Lo! Glad I come, and Thou, dear LAMB, |
| JESUS my All, to Heav'n is gone; |
| Lo! th' incarnate God, ascended, |
| Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, |
| Lo! the bridegroom is at hand, |
| WHEN the midnight cry begins, |
| Lo! ye needy; come, and welcome; |
| Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, |
| Lo, the captives are returning! |
| HAIL the day so long expected! |
| Lo, what a glorious Sight appears |
| Lo, what a glorious Sight appears |
| Long hadst thou reign'd e'er time began, |
| Thro' ev'ry age, eternal God, |
| Long time was I invited |
| There is a holy city, |
| Look unto him, ye nations, own |
| Glory to God, and praise, and love |
| Lord I my Vows to thee renew, |
| Awake my Soul, and with the Sun, |
| Lord, crush the serpent in the dust, |
| Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear |
| Lord, give me such a faith as this, |
| O for a faith that will not shrink |
| Lord, I believe thou hast prepar'd |
| There is a fountain fill'd with blood |
| Lord, I the welcome word receive, |
| And let this feeble body fail, |
| Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear |
| Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear |
| Lord, it is my chief complaint, |
| Hark, my soul! it is the Lord; |
| Lord, left the tempter me surprize, |
| Lord, now my Sleep does me forsake, |
| LORD, let not all my Hopes be vain; |
| Broad is the Road that leads to Death, |
| Lord, now my Sleep does me forsake, |
| Lord, now my Sleep does me forsake, |
| LORD, on Thee our Souls depend, |
| LORD, we come before Thee now, |
| LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray; |
| LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray; |
| LORD, we come before Thee now, |
| LORD, we come before Thee now, |
| Love and grief my heart dividing, |
| Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, |
| Love divine, all loves excelling, |
| Love divine, all loves excelling, |
| Love us, wash us in thy Blood, |
| LORD, we come before Thee now, |
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| Make not increasing gold your trust, |
| My spirit looks to God alone; |
| Make now your choice, and halt no more, |
| TO-DAY,* if you will hear his voice, |
| Many for his crying chid him, |
| "Mercy, O thou Son of David!" |
| Many souls who thought they'd light, |
| WHEN the midnight cry begins, |
| Many years have pass'd since then, |
| Nay, I cannot let thee go, |
| Mary's love may I possess, |
| Daniel's wisdom may I know, |
| May I be there that sight to see, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| May I have the spirit's unction |
| While my Jesus I'm possessing, |
| May I like you in God delight, |
| Awake my Soul, and with the Sun, |
| May I still enjoy this feeling, |
| Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, |
| May I still enjoy this feeling, |
| While my Jesus I'm possessing, |
| May my soul with sacred transport, |
| Great Redeemer, friend of sinners, |
| May the grace of Christ our Saviour, |
| May the grace of Christ our Saviour, |
| May thy blessing, Lord, go with us |
| JESUS, grant us all a blessing, |
| Melt, melt this frozen heart; |
| Come, Holy Spirit, come! |
| Methinks her sails, |
| WHAT ship is this, |
| Methinks I now begin to see |
| Ye weary, heavy laden'd souls, |
| Mild he lays his Glory by, |
| HARK! the Herald Angels sing, |
| Mild he lays his glory by, |
| Hark how all the welkin rings |
| Millions of years around my run, |
| Jerusalem, my happy home, (Broaddus) |
| Mine be Jacob's wrestling prayer, |
| Daniel's wisdom may I know, |
| Mine is an unchanging love, |
| Hark, my soul! it is the Lord; |
| Mine will be profit be, |
| Come, Holy Spirit, come! |
| Money was not what he wanted, |
| "Mercy, O thou Son of David!" |
| Most of all may I pursue, |
| Daniel's wisdom may I know, |
| Murtherers, and all ye hellish crew, |
| Glory to God, and praise, and love |
| Must I be carry'd to the Skies |
| Am I a Soldier of the Cross, |
| My Jesus, while in mortal Flesh |
| My Jesus, while in mortal flesh |
| My body here must slumbering lie, |
| Young ladies all attention give, |
| MY brethren all, on you I call, |
| MY brethren all, on you I call, |
| My brother preachers, boldly speak, |
| The time is swiftly rolling on |
| My brother preachers, fare you well, |
| The time is swiftly rolling on |
| My crimes are great, but not surpass |
| Shew pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, |
| My dearest friends in bonds of love, |
| My dearest friends in bonds of love, |
| My Father's house is built on high, |
| The heavenly home is bright and fair, |
| My flesh and sprit failing, |
| I LOVE my blessed Saviour, |
| My friends, I bid you all adieu, |
| Jerusalem, my happy home, (Broaddus) |
| My God will pity my Complaints, |
| O That I knew the secret Place, |
| My gracious God, how plain |
| Behold, the morning sun |
| My gracious Master, and my God, |
| Glory to God, and praise, and love |
| My hand again I give to thee, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| My heart shall triumph in my Lord, |
| Sweet is the work, my God, my king, |
| My Life with his connected stands, |
| My Jesus, while in mortal flesh |
| My lips with shame my sins confess |
| Shew pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, |
| My little children near my heart, |
| The time is swiftly rolling on |
| My loving mother, fare you well, |
| Farewell, dear brothers, fare you well, |
| My loving wife, don't grieve for me, |
| The time is swiftly rolling on |
| My loving wife, my bosom friend, |
| The time is swiftly rolling on |
| My prayer hath power with God; the grace |
| Come, O thou traveller unknown, |
| My rapt'rous soul shall drink and feast |
| Sweet rivers of redeeming love, |
| My sands of life are running fast; |
| My sands of life are running fast; |
| My Soul forsakes her vain Delight, |
| My Soul forsakes her vain Delight, |
| My soul lyes humbled in the dust, |
| O thou that hear'st when sinners cry, |
| My Soul, how canst thou weary grow, |
| Lord, now my Sleep does me forsake, |
| My soul, repeat his praise |
| My soul, repeat his praise |
| My Soul, when I shake of this dust, |
| Lord, now my Sleep does me forsake, |
| My spirit looks to God alone; |
| My spirit looks to God alone; |
| My strength is gone, my nature dies, |
| Come, O thou traveller unknown, |
| My thirsty soul is panting, |
| I LOVE my blessed Saviour, |
| My watchful enemies combine |
| Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear |
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| Nay, I cannot let thee go, |
| Nay, I cannot let thee go, |
| Neither will he upbraid you, |
| O WHEN shall I see Jesus! |
| Ni does neb o dan yr wybr, |
| O Iachawdwr pechaduriaid; |
| Night unto night his name repeats, |
| Once more, my soul, the rising day |
| No chilling winds, or pois'nous breath |
| On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, |
| No dampish mist is seen in thee |
| Jerusalem my happy home (F. B. P.) |
| No longer will I ask your Love, |
| My Soul forsakes her vain Delight, |
| No more on earth with saints to join |
| WHEN the midnight cry begins, |
| No more the Drops of piercing Grief |
| YE golden Lamps of Heav'n, farewel [sic], |
| No prophet speaks to calm our woes, |
| Will God for ever cast us off? |
| No sin or pain shall venture nigh, |
| Say, now ye lovely social band, |
| No Stranger may proceed therein, |
| JESUS my All, to Heav'n is gone; |
| No wrecks on sand--bars or dangers attend, |
| What ship is this that will take us all home, |
| No: he is full of grace; |
| Beside the gospel pool, |
| No: he will put his strength in me, |
| Oh! once I had a glorious view |
| No: Nothing may go up thereon |
| JESUS my All, to Heav'n is gone; |
| No--I must maintain my hold, |
| Nay, I cannot let thee go, |
| Nor Fools, by carnal Men esteem'd |
| JESUS my All, to Heav'n is gone; |
| Not a Tittle of thy Word, |
| EARTH, and Sun, and Stars decay, |
| Nothing else could quite so charm me, |
| Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, |
| Now devils drag them down the centre, |
| See how the Scriptures are fulfilling! |
| Now display thy saving pow'r, |
| Hark how all the welkin rings |
| Now give yourselves up to his trust, |
| Young ladies all attention give, |
| Now God is calling ev'ry nation, |
| See how the Scriptures are fulfilling! |
| Now here's my heart and here's my hand, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| Now let the fatted calf be slain, |
| Afflictions, tho' they seem severe, |
| Now let us strive the prize to gain; |
| THE little babe is gone to rest, |
| Now on the brink of death we stand, |
| How happy every child of grace |
| Now shall my head be lifted high |
| The Lord of glory is my light, |
| Now they are paid for persecuting |
| See how the Scriptures are fulfilling! |
| Now with the holy transport, |
| There is a holy city, |
| Now's the day of compensation |
| HAIL the day so long expected! |
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| O Breath of life, breathe on my soul! |
| Oh! for a glance of heav'nly day |
| O Christians we have Heav'n to--day. |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| O come, loud Anthems let us sing. |
| O come, loud Anthems let us sing. |
| O do not be discourag'd, |
| O WHEN shall I see Jesus! |
| O drive these dark clouds from my sky, |
| How tedious and tasteless the hours, |
| O far from home thy footsteps stray; |
| HASTE, traveller, haste! the night comes on, |
| O FOR a breeze of heav'nly love, |
| O FOR a breeze of heav'nly love, |
| O for a closer walk with God, |
| O for a closer walk with God, |
| O for a faith that will not shrink |
| O for a faith that will not shrink |
| O for a shout of sacred joy |
| O for a shout of sacred joy |
| O for a thousand tongues to sing |
| Glory to God, and praise, and love |
| O foreu--ddydd y briodas, |
| O Iachawdwr pechaduriaid; |
| O glorious day! O blessed hope; |
| My dearest friends in bonds of love, |
| O glory, O glory, O glory to God, |
| Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand, |
| O happy harbor of the saints |
| Jerusalem my happy home (F. B. P.) |
| O Iachawdwr pechaduriaid; |
| O Iachawdwr pechaduriaid; |
| O let us to his Courts repair, |
| O come, loud Anthems let us sing. |
| O Lord, a father to them be, |
| The time is swiftly rolling on |
| O may I always persevere, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| O may I always ready stand, |
| Lord, now my Sleep does me forsake, |
| O may I find some humble seat, |
| O may I worthy prove to see, |
| O may I worthy prove to see, |
| O may I worthy prove to see, |
| O may my hand forget her skill, |
| FROM ev'ry stormy wind that blows, |
| O may my soul march boldly one, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| O may my Soul on thee repose, |
| Glory to thee my God, this Night |
| O may thy love inspire my tongue! |
| O thou that hear'st when sinners cry, |
| O may thy Spirit guide my feet |
| Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear |
| O may we all together meet, |
| Farewell, dear brothers, fare you well, |
| O may we meet and be complete, |
| Brethren farewell, I do you tell, |
| O parents, take a solemn view |
| Dear people, we have met to--day, |
| O that Day when freed from Sinning, |
| Come, thou Fount of ev'ry Blessing, |
| O That I knew the sacred place, |
| Oh! once I had a glorious view |
| O That I knew the secret Place, |
| O That I knew the secret Place, |
| O that this dry and barren Ground |
| The Lord into his Garden come, |
| O that, with yonder sacred throng, |
| All hail! The pow'r of Jesu's Name; |
| O the transporting, rapturous scene, |
| On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, |
| O thou that hear'st when sinners cry, |
| O thou that hear'st when sinners cry, |
| O Thou that would'st not have |
| And am I born to die? |
| O wash my soul from every sin, |
| Shew pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, |
| O what a blessed hope is ours! |
| How happy every child of grace |
| O what a happy company, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| O what a happy time it will be, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| O what an heaven of heavens is this, |
| And let this feeble body fail, |
| O what are all my sufferings here, |
| And let this feeble body fail, |
| O what hath Jesus bought for me! |
| And let this feeble body fail, |
| O what immortal joys I felt, |
| Oh! once I had a glorious view |
| O when shall I in endless day, |
| Glory to thee my God, this Night |
| O WHEN shall I see Jesus! |
| O WHEN shall I see Jesus! |
| O who can ever find |
| Behold, the morning sun |
| O would he more of heaven bestow, |
| How happy every child of grace |
| O would the Lord appear |
| Beside the gospel pool, |
| O yes, a shelter you may gain; |
| HASTE, traveller, haste! the night comes on, |
| O ynfydrwydd! O ffolineb! |
| O Iachawdwr pechaduriaid; |
| O! Christians double your diligence; |
| See how the Scriptures are fulfilling! |
| O! come, my Saviour, come away, |
| Sweet rivers of redeeming love, |
| O! Could we make our Doubts remove, |
| There is a Land of pure Delight, |
| O! If my LORD would come and meet, |
| Why should we start, and fear to die? |
| O! sinners hear our invitation; |
| See how the Scriptures are fulfilling! |
| O! that my faith was strong to rise |
| Ye weary, heavy laden'd souls, |
| O! to Grace how great a Debtor, |
| Come, thou Fount of ev'ry Blessing, |
| O! what a glorious sight appears |
| Ye weary, heavy laden'd souls, |
| O! what madness! O! what folly, |
| Great Redeemer, friend of sinners, |
| O, could I stay with friends so kind, |
| My dearest friends in bonds of love, |
| O, did my dear Jesus thus bleed, |
| A story most lovely I'll tell, |
| O, how will parents tremble there, |
| Dear people, we have met to--day, |
| O, was it for crimes I had done, |
| A story most lovely I'll tell, |
| O'er death, who now has lost his sting, |
| And let this feeble body fail, |
| Of this most happy number I hope that I am one, |
| The glorious light of Zion is spreading far and wide, |
| Oh! come young soldiers, count the cost, |
| Say, now ye lovely social band, |
| Oh! do not weep, dear friends, for me, |
| Farewell, dear parents, I must go, |
| Oh! for a glance of heav'nly day |
| Oh! for a glance of heav'nly day |
| Oh! have ye ventur'd to the field? |
| Say, now ye lovely social band, |
| Oh! how happy are the moments, |
| While my Jesus I'm possessing, |
| Oh! methinks I hear him praising, |
| "Mercy, O thou Son of David!" |
| Oh! now my immortal soul shall rise, |
| Young ladies all attention give, |
| Oh! now upon the peaceful shore, |
| Say, now ye lovely social band, |
| Oh! once I had a glorious view |
| Oh! once I had a glorious view |
| Oh! that all the blind but knew him, |
| "Mercy, O thou Son of David!" |
| Oh! that we might lift our Eyes, |
| LORD, we come before Thee now, |
| Oh! the old ship of Zion, hallelu', hallelu', |
| What ship is this that will take us all home, |
| Oh! what contentment did you find, |
| Say, now ye lovely social band, |
| Oh! who are those I now behold, |
| Say, now ye lovely social band, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| Oh, where is my father? |
| Oh, where is my father? |
| Oh, where is my mother? |
| Oh, where is my father? |
| Oh, where is my Saviour? |
| Oh, where is my father? |
| Oh, ye weary, sad and toss'd ones, |
| When we hear the music ringing |
| On a poor worm thy pow'r might tread, |
| Once more, my soul, the rising day |
| On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, |
| On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, |
| On the left hand, where he doth work, |
| Oh! once I had a glorious view |
| On this glad day the glorious Sun |
| Glory to God, and praise, and love |
| On thy dear Cross I fix mine Eyes, |
| My Jesus, while in mortal flesh |
| Once a sinner near despair |
| Nay, I cannot let thee go, |
| Once has his awful voice declar'd, |
| My spirit looks to God alone; |
| Once I could joy the saints to meet, |
| Oh! once I had a glorious view |
| Once more I ask you in his name, |
| TO-DAY,* if you will hear his voice, |
| Once more, my soul, the rising day |
| Once more, my soul, the rising day |
| Once she was all alive to thee, |
| Well may thy servants mourn, my God, |
| One privilege my heart desires; |
| The Lord of glory is my light, |
| Open, LORD, the Fountain wide, |
| LORD, we come before Thee now, |
| Or must we leave you bound to hell! |
| TO-DAY,* if you will hear his voice, |
| Other refuge have I none, |
| Jesu, lover of my soul, |
| Others trimm'd their former snuff, |
| WHEN the midnight cry begins, |
| Our age to seventy years is set; |
| Thro' ev'ry age, eternal God, |
| Our bondage here shall end by and by, |
| Our bondage here shall end by and by, |
| Our days are as the grass, |
| My soul, repeat his praise |
| Our Deliverer, he shall come by and by, |
| Our bondage here shall end by and by, |
| Our foes would triumph in our blood, |
| Will God for ever cast us off? |
| Our home in Heaven! oh, the glorious home, |
| A home in Heaven! what a joyful thought, |
| Our lady sings Magnificat |
| Jerusalem my happy home (F. B. P.) |
| Our sweet is mixed with bitter gall |
| Jerusalem my happy home (F. B. P.) |
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| Peace he brings you by his death, |
| WEEPING sinner, dry your tears, |
| Peaceful be thy silent slumber-- |
| SISTER, thou wast mild and lovely, |
| Perhaps he will admit my Plea, |
| Come, humble Sinner, in whose Breast |
| Pilgrims fix not here their Home; |
| RISE my Soul, and stretch thy Wings, |
| Pity brought him from on high, |
| WEEPING sinner, dry your tears, |
| Plenteous grace with thee is found, |
| Jesu, lover of my soul, |
| Poor sinners may deride me, |
| I LOVE my blessed Saviour, |
| Poor sinners, think what Jesus hath done for such as me-- |
| The glorious light of Zion is spreading far and wide, |
| Poor, lost, benighted soul! art thou |
| HASTE, traveller, haste! the night comes on, |
| Praise God from whom all Blessings flow, |
| Glory to thee my God, this Night |
| Praise God, from whom all Blessings flow, |
| Awake my Soul, and with the Sun, |
| Praise God, from whom all Blessings flow, |
| Lord, now my Sleep does me forsake, |
| Pray meditate, before too late, |
| Young people, all, attention give, |
| Prepare me, LORD, for thy right Hand; |
| Death! 'tis a melancholy Day |
| Prepare yourself, O mother dear, |
| Young ladies all attention give, |
| Prevent, prevent it by thy grace; |
| When thou, my righteous Judge shall come, |
| Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, |
| Come, thou Fount of ev'ry Blessing, |
| Prostrate I'll lie before his Throne, |
| Come, humble Sinner, in whose Breast |
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| Quite through the streets with silver sound |
| Jerusalem my happy home (F. B. P.) |
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| Reach down, reach down, thine arm of grace, |
| Jerusalem, my happy home, (Broaddus) |
| Reach me out thy gracious hand! |
| Jesu, lover of my soul, |
| Really blessed is the portion |
| While my Jesus I'm possessing, |
| Redeem thy mis--spent time that's past, |
| Awake my Soul, and with the Sun, |
| Rehearse his praise with awe profound, |
| O for a shout of sacred joy |
| Remember thy pure word of grace, |
| Jesus, my kind and gracious friend; |
| Remember you are hast'ning on, |
| Young people, all, attention give, |
| Return, O holy Dove, return |
| O for a closer walk with God, |
| RISE my Soul, and stretch thy Wings, |
| RISE my Soul, and stretch thy Wings, |
| Rise, Zion, rise in brilliant glory, |
| See how the Scriptures are fulfilling! |
| Rivers to the Ocean run, |
| RISE my Soul, and stretch thy Wings, |
| Room for you, and room for me, |
| WHEN the midnight cry begins, |
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| Sailors who have bought her traffic, |
| HAIL the day so long expected! |
| Saints and angels join'd in concert, |
| Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, |
| Salvation! let the Echo fly |
| Salvation! O, the joyful Sound; |
| Salvation! O, the joyful Sound; |
| Salvation! O, the joyful Sound; |
| Saviour wilt thou not appear? |
| LORD, we come before Thee now, |
| Say "Live for ever, wond'rous King! |
| HE dies; the FRIEND of Sinners dies! |
| Say will you be for ever blest, |
| TO-DAY,* if you will hear his voice, |
| Say, do you envy those who stray, |
| Say, now ye lovely social band, |
| Say, Live for ever wondrous King! |
| He dies, the Heav'nly Lover dies, |
| Say, now ye lovely social band, |
| Say, now ye lovely social band, |
| See all your sins on Jesus laid; |
| Glory to God, and praise, and love |
| See how the Pit gapes wide for you, |
| Death! 'tis a melancholy Day |
| See how the Scriptures are fulfilling! |
| See how the Scriptures are fulfilling! |
| See millions of poor wretched creatures, |
| See how the Scriptures are fulfilling! |
| See our Fathers, and our mothers, |
| Brethren, we have met to worship, |
| See the ancients of the city, |
| HAIL the day so long expected! |
| See the happy spirits waiting, |
| Great Redeemer, friend of sinners, |
| See the happy spirits waiting, |
| Brethren, see my Jesus coming, |
| See what a living Stone |
| See what a living Stone |
| See, they whisper! hark! they call me, |
| Brethren, see my Jesus coming, |
| Send some Message form thy Word, |
| LORD, we come before Thee now, |
| Shall angel--bands convey |
| And am I born to die? |
| Shall I regret my parted friends |
| How happy every child of grace |
| Shall join the disembodied saints, |
| And let this feeble body fail, |
| Shall sin entice you back again, |
| Say, now ye lovely social band, |
| Shall we ever meet again, at the house, |
| Shall we ever meet again, at the house, |
| Shall we see the same eyes shining |
| When we hear the music ringing |
| She call'd her father to her bed, |
| Young ladies all attention give, |
| She has landed many thousands, |
| WHAT ship is this, |
| She landed all who are gone before, |
| What ship is this that will take us all home, |
| Shepherds found him where he lay |
| WEEPING sinner, dry your tears, |
| She's waiting now for a heavenward gale, |
| What ship is this that will take us all home, |
| Shew pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, |
| Shew pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, |
| Shine on me, Lord, new life impart, |
| Lord, now my Sleep does me forsake, |
| Should Earth against my Soul engage, |
| When I can read my Title clear |
| Should sudden veng'ance seize my breath, |
| Shew pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, |
| Should you arrive there then before I do, |
| What ship is this that will take us all home, |
| Shout the chorus thro' |
| With a Saviour crucified |
| Show me the way to shun |
| And am I born to die? |
| Sin (my worst enemy before) |
| Sweet is the work, my God, my king, |
| Sin and Satan, LORD, dethrone, |
| LORD, we come before Thee now, |
| Sinner, O why so thoughtless grown |
| Sinner, O why so thoughtless grown |
| Sinners! whose love can ne'er forget |
| All hail! The pow'r of Jesu's Name; |
| Sister, I know that you'll miss me, |
| Farewell, dear parents, I must go, |
| SISTER, thou wast mild and lovely, |
| SISTER, thou wast mild and lovely, |
| Sisters will you join and help like |
| Brethren, we have met to worship, |
| Smiling angels now surround me, |
| Brethren, see my Jesus coming, |
| So fades the lovely blooming flow'r, |
| So fades the lovely blooming flow'r, |
| So my Soul deriv'd from God, |
| RISE my Soul, and stretch thy Wings, |
| So shall I love my God, |
| And am I born to die? |
| So shall my walk be close with God, |
| O for a closer walk with God, |
| Softly now the light of day |
| Softly now the light of day |
| Some are afraid the spirits fled, |
| MY brethren all, on you I call, |
| Some few, like good Elijah, stand, |
| Well may thy servants mourn, my God, |
| Some mournfully for mercy cry, |
| MY brethren all, on you I call, |
| Some tell us that praying, and, also, that praising, |
| DEAR sisters and brothers, who love one another, |
| Some, indeed, did run awhile, |
| WHEN the midnight cry begins, |
| Sometimes like mountains to the sky, |
| Ye weary, heavy laden'd souls, |
| Son of Man, in this thy day |
| LORD, we come before Thee now, |
| Soon as from earth I go, |
| And am I born to die? |
| Soon I'll gain a full possession, |
| Brethren, see my Jesus coming, |
| Soon, for me, the light of day |
| Softly now the light of day |
| Stablish, LORD, our Hearts with Grace, |
| LORD, we come before Thee now, |
| Stay, sinner, on the gospel plains, |
| Sinner, O why so thoughtless grown |
| Such worthless objects they pursue |
| Well may thy servants mourn, my God, |
| Sudden expir'd the legal strife, |
| Glory to God, and praise, and love |
| Sun and Moon, and Stars decay, |
| RISE my Soul, and stretch thy Wings, |
| Supported by his power, |
| I LOVE my blessed Saviour, |
| Sure I must fight if I would reign: |
| Am I a Soldier of the Cross, |
| Surely he will not long delay, |
| And let this feeble body fail, |
| Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace! |
| 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints, |
| Sweet Fields beyond the swelling Flood, |
| There is a Land of pure Delight, |
| Sweet is the day of sacred rest, |
| Sweet is the work, my God, my king, |
| Sweet is the work, my God, my king, |
| Sweet is the work, my God, my king, |
| Sweet rivers of redeeming love, |
| Sweet rivers of redeeming love, |
| Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, |
| Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, |
| Swell the sound, ye kings and nobles! |
| HAIL the day so long expected! |
| Swiftly roll ye ling'ring hours, |
| Great Redeemer, friend of sinners, |
| Swiftly roll, ye lingering hours! |
| Brethren, see my Jesus coming, |
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| Take away our power of sinning, |
| Love divine, all loves excelling, |
| Take away the Veil of Sin, |
| LORD, we come before Thee now, |
| Te Deum doth Saint Ambrose sing |
| Jerusalem my happy home (F. B. P.) |
| Teach me some melodious Sonnet, |
| Come, thou Fount of ev'ry Blessing, |
| Teach me to live, that I may dread, |
| Glory to thee my God, this Night |
| Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man; |
| Thro' ev'ry age, eternal God, |
| Tell them all about the Saviour, |
| Brethren, we have met to worship, |
| Ten thousand thousand join in one, |
| Sweet rivers of redeeming love, |
| Ten thousands fall before Jehovah: |
| See how the Scriptures are fulfilling! |
| Th' Almighty Ruler of the Sphere, |
| My Soul forsakes her vain Delight, |
| That bears unmov'd the world's dread frown, |
| O for a faith that will not shrink |
| That God by his Spirit, and angels did visit |
| DEAR sisters and brothers, who love one another, |
| That shall welcome s in heaven |
| When we hear the music ringing |
| That will not murmur nor complain |
| O for a faith that will not shrink |
| The join with saints and angels too, |
| WHEN the midnight cry begins, |
| The aged sinner will not turn— |
| Dear people, we have met to--day, |
| the bride is Commanded to obey her husbands w[ill] |
| When adam was created he dwelt in edons shad |
| the bride she is Commanded her husband to obey |
| When adam was created he dwelt in edons shad |
| The British islands are the Lord's, |
| O for a shout of sacred joy |
| The changing wind, the flying cloud, |
| With songs and honours sounding loud |
| The Christian name they still retain |
| Well may thy servants mourn, my God, |
| The dearest Idol I have known, |
| O for a closer walk with God, |
| The Depths of Earth are in his Hand, |
| O come, loud Anthems let us sing. |
| The door is shut, and they within, |
| WHEN the midnight cry begins, |
| The dying thief rejoic'd to see |
| There is a fountain fill'd with blood |
| The early shrill notes of a lov'd nightingale |
| TO leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part, |
| The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, |
| Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound) |
| The faster Sleep the Sense does bind, |
| Glory to thee my God, this Night |
| The Father of eternal Light |
| YE golden Lamps of Heav'n, farewel [sic], |
| The fearful Soul, that tires and faints, |
| Broad is the Road that leads to Death, |
| The foolish virgins are without; |
| WHEN the midnight cry begins, |
| The glorious light of Zion is spreading far and wide, |
| The glorious light of Zion is spreading far and wide, |
| The glorious Time is rolling on, |
| The Lord into his Garden come, |
| The GOD that rules on high, |
| Come, we that love the LORD, |
| The God we worship now |
| Far as thy name is known |
| The gospel trumpets are a roaring, |
| See how the Scriptures are fulfilling! |
| The gospel--trumpet hear, |
| Blow ye the trumpet blow, |
| The heavenly home is bright and fair, |
| The heavenly home is bright and fair, |
| The heedless youth, in all their prime, |
| Dear people, we have met to--day, |
| The Hill of Zion yields |
| Come, we that love the LORD, |
| The hosts of saints around him, |
| There is a holy city, |
| The joyful scene comes on again, |
| MY brethren all, on you I call, |
| THE little babe is gone to rest, |
| THE little babe is gone to rest, |
| The Living know that they must die; |
| Life is the Time to serve the LORD, |
| The Lord has promis'd good to me, |
| Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound) |
| The Lord in veng'ance drest |
| Come, sound his praise abroad, |
| The Lord into his Garden come, |
| The Lord into his Garden come, |
| The Lord of glory is my light, |
| The Lord of glory is my light, |
| The Lord shall come, all cloth'd in thunder, |
| See how the Scriptures are fulfilling! |
| The meanest child of glory |
| There is a holy city, |
| The Men of Grace have found |
| Come, we that love the LORD, |
| The men that love and fear thy name |
| Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear |
| The midsummer--sun shines but dim, |
| How tedious and tasteless the hours, |
| The more I strove against its Pow'r, |
| JESUS my All, to Heav'n is gone; |
| The only circumstance in life |
| Why should we at our lot complain, |
| The orders of thy house, |
| Far as thy name is known |
| The outward blaze sometimes decays, |
| MY brethren all, on you I call, |
| The Pains, the Groans, and dying Strife, |
| Why should we start, and fear to die? |
| The pity of the Lord |
| My soul, repeat his praise |
| The pleasing smile of Jesus, |
| I LOVE my blessed Saviour, |
| The pleasing time's hast'ning |
| I LOVE my blessed Saviour, |
| The promise guides her ardent flight, |
| So fades the lovely blooming flow'r, |
| The race we all are running now, |
| How happy every child of grace |
| The rising God forsakes the Tomb! |
| HE dies; the FRIEND of Sinners dies! |
| The rising God forsakes the Tomb, |
| He dies, the Heav'nly Lover dies, |
| The rising tempest sweeps the sky; |
| HASTE, traveller, haste! the night comes on, |
| The rocks can rent; the earth can quake; |
| Oh! for a glance of heav'nly day |
| The rowling Ocean's vast Abyss |
| O come, loud Anthems let us sing. |
| The ruffians all joined in a band, |
| A story most lovely I'll tell, |
| The scribe and angry priest |
| See what a living Stone |
| The sea and land together burning, |
| See how the Scriptures are fulfilling! |
| The Son of God in tears, |
| Did Christ o'er sinners weep? |
| The Sorrows of the Mind |
| Come, we that love the LORD, |
| The suff'ring of the Saviour upon Mount Calvary, |
| The glorious light of Zion is spreading far and wide, |
| The sun affrighted from his centre, |
| See how the Scriptures are fulfilling! |
| The Sun in its Meridian height, |
| Lord, now my Sleep does me forsake, |
| The Sun of righteousness on me |
| Come, O thou traveller unknown, |
| The sweetest joys our power employs, |
| MY brethren all, on you I call, |
| The time is swiftly rolling on |
| The time is swiftly rolling on |
| The troubled Conscience knows thy Voice; |
| ETERNAL SPIRIT! we confess |
| The trumpet calls from Zion's walls, |
| MY brethren all, on you I call, |
| The Way the Holy Prophets went, |
| JESUS my All, to Heav'n is gone; |
| The whole Creation join in one, |
| Come let us join our cheerful Songs |
| The winds may blow and the billows may foam, |
| What ship is this that will take us all home, |
| The wint'ry time is past and gone, |
| Ye weary, heavy laden'd souls, |
| The work, O Lord, is thine, |
| See what a living Stone |
| The world and the Devil and Hell all unite, |
| Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand, |
| The worst of Sinners here may find |
| The Lord into his Garden come, |
| Thee we would be always blessing, |
| Love divine, all loves excelling, |
| Their Hatred and their Love is lost, |
| Life is the Time to serve the LORD, |
| Their joys are still increasing: |
| There is a holy city, |
| Then friends shall meet again who have lov'd; |
| Our bondage here shall end by and by, |
| Then gentle patience smiles on pain, |
| So fades the lovely blooming flow'r, |
| Then hail, blessed state! Hail, ye songsters of glory! |
| How sweet to reflect on those joys that await me, |
| Then he'll call us home to heaven, |
| Brethren, we have met to worship, |
| Then I will tune my harp of gold, |
| Sweet rivers of redeeming love, |
| Then in a nobler, sweeter song |
| There is a fountain fill'd with blood |
| Then let me suddenly remove, |
| How happy every child of grace |
| Then let our Songs abound, |
| Come, we that love the LORD, |
| Then linger not in all the plain, |
| HASTE, traveller, haste! the night comes on, |
| Then shall I see my blessed God, |
| O may I worthy prove to see, |
| Then shall I see, and hear, and know |
| Sweet is the work, my God, my king, |
| Then songs to the Lamb shall re--echo through heaven, |
| How sweet to reflect on those joys that await me, |
| Then the eternal spirits guides, |
| Then the eternal spirits guides, |
| Then this shall be my theme above, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| Then what my Thoughts design to do, |
| Life is the Time to serve the LORD, |
| Then will he own my worthless Name |
| I'm not asham'd to own my LORD, |
| Then will I teach the world thy ways; |
| O thou that hear'st when sinners cry, |
| Then with all the happy throng we'll rejoice, |
| Our bondage here shall end by and by, |
| Then with my heart I first believ'd, |
| Glory to God, and praise, and love |
| Then, dear young friends, a long farewell; |
| TO-DAY,* if you will hear his voice, |
| Then, fail this earth, let stars decline, |
| The heavenly home is bright and fair, |
| There are no Acts of Pardon past |
| Life is the Time to serve the LORD, |
| There cinnamon, there sugar grows |
| Jerusalem my happy home (F. B. P.) |
| There David stands with harp in hand |
| Jerusalem my happy home (F. B. P.) |
| There everlasting Spring abides, |
| There is a Land of pure Delight, |
| There generous fruits that never fail, |
| On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, |
| There is a fountain fill'd with blood |
| There is a fountain fill'd with blood |
| There is a holy city, |
| There is a holy city, |
| There is a land mine eye hath seen, |
| There is a land mine eye hath seen, |
| There is a Land of pure Delight, |
| There is a Land of pure Delight, |
| There is a place where Jesus sheds |
| FROM ev'ry stormy wind that blows, |
| There is a spot where spirits blend, |
| FROM ev'ry stormy wind that blows, |
| There is nectar and ambrosia made |
| Jerusalem my happy home (F. B. P.) |
| There lovely spirits harmonizing, |
| See how the Scriptures are fulfilling! |
| There lust and lucre cannot dwell |
| Jerusalem my happy home (F. B. P.) |
| There Magdalene hath left her moan |
| Jerusalem my happy home (F. B. P.) |
| There my exalted Saviour stands, |
| How happy every child of grace |
| There on the hill of sweet repose, |
| Say, now ye lovely social band, |
| There on the hill of sweet repose, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| There see the glorious hosts on wing, |
| Say, now ye lovely social band, |
| There shall I bathe my weary Soul |
| When I can read my Title clear |
| There shall I offer my requests, |
| The Lord of glory is my light, |
| There shall the Millions of his Saints |
| YE golden Lamps of Heav'n, farewel [sic], |
| There shall we see his Face, |
| Come, we that love the LORD, |
| There sickness, pain and sorrow |
| While in this vale of sorrow, |
| There sits the Saviour on his throne, |
| Say, now ye lovely social band, |
| There sweeps no desolating wind |
| There is a land mine eye hath seen, |
| There trees for evermore bear fruit |
| Jerusalem my happy home (F. B. P.) |
| There we in Jesus' praise shall join, |
| How happy every child of grace |
| There we may tell our suff'rings o'er, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| There we shall in sweet chorus join |
| Hark how the Gospel Trumpet sounds |
| There we shall meet and no more part, |
| Jerusalem, my happy home, (Broaddus) |
| There we shall meet with Jesus, |
| While in this vale of sorrow, |
| There, there on eagle wing we soar, |
| FROM ev'ry stormy wind that blows, |
| There's Jesus, and Joseph, Elias, and Moses, |
| DEAR sisters and brothers, who love one another, |
| There's old father Noah, and ten thousands more, |
| DEAR sisters and brothers, who love one another, |
| There's Simeon, and Anna, I don't know how many, |
| DEAR sisters and brothers, who love one another, |
| There's nothing round this spacious Earth |
| My Soul forsakes her vain Delight, |
| They drink the deifying stream, |
| And let this feeble body fail, |
| They flourish in perpetual bloom, |
| And let this feeble body fail, |
| They loaded the Lamb with the cross, |
| A story most lovely I'll tell, |
| They made him a crown out of thorns; |
| A story most lovely I'll tell, |
| They ne'er will tread my righteous Path; |
| O come, loud Anthems let us sing. |
| They rise and tune their harps of gold, |
| Sweet rivers of redeeming love, |
| They rushed the nails through his hands, |
| A story most lovely I'll tell, |
| They turn and bow to Jesus, |
| There is a holy city, |
| They, forty Years, my Patience griev'd, |
| O come, loud Anthems let us sing. |
| They'll end their race, and find a place |
| MY brethren all, on you I call, |
| They're much to blame: we're all the same; |
| Why should we at our lot complain, |
| Think of the tribes so dearly bought |
| Will God for ever cast us off? |
| Think on the cov'nant thou hast made, |
| Will God for ever cast us off? |
| This awful GOD is ours; |
| Come, we that love the LORD, |
| This glorious hope revives |
| BLEST be the tie that binds |
| This is no world of trouble; |
| There is a holy city, |
| This is the glorious day |
| See what a living Stone |
| This is the Way I long have sought, |
| JESUS my All, to Heav'n is gone; |
| This lesson she has left for you, |
| Young ladies all attention give, |
| This vain world with all its pleasures, |
| Great Redeemer, friend of sinners, |
| this woman was Extracted from under adams arm |
| When adam was created he dwelt in edons shad |
| this woman was not taken from adams feet we see |
| When adam was created he dwelt in edons shad |
| Tho' I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord, |
| O thou that hear'st when sinners cry, |
| Tho' Ma--rah has bitter streams, we'll go on; |
| Our bondage here shall end by and by, |
| Tho' our enemies are strong, we'll go on, |
| Our bondage here shall end by and by, |
| Tho' storms and hurricanes arise |
| Ye weary, heavy laden'd souls, |
| Thou art a God, before whose sight |
| Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear |
| Thou art thyself the way: |
| And am I born to die? |
| Thou didst divide the raging sea |
| Will God for ever cast us off? |
| Thou didst once a wretch behold, |
| Nay, I cannot let thee go, |
| Thou hast help'd in ev'ry need, |
| Nay, I cannot let thee go, |
| Thou know'st I love Thee, Dearest Lord; |
| Do not I love Thee, O my Lord? |
| Thou Man of griefs, remember me, |
| Thou Man of griefs, remember me, |
| Thou of life the fountain art: |
| Jesu, lover of my soul, |
| Thou shalt see my glory soon, |
| Hark, my soul! it is the Lord; |
| Thou who, sinless, yet hast known |
| Softly now the light of day |
| Thou wond'rous advocate with God, |
| Jesus, my kind and gracious friend; |
| Thou, O Christ, art all I want, |
| Jesu, lover of my soul, |
| THOU, whose all--pervading eye |
| Softly now the light of day |
| Though lands and rivers roll between, |
| While in this vale of sorrow, |
| Though 'prison'd in earth, yet by anticipation, |
| How sweet to reflect on those joys that await me, |
| Thought to thought with my Soul converse, |
| Glory to thee my God, this Night |
| Thro' chilling winds and beating rains, |
| Ye weary, heavy laden'd souls, |
| Thro' ev'ry age, eternal God, |
| Thro' ev'ry age, eternal God, |
| Thro' heats and colds I've often went, |
| The time is swiftly rolling on |
| Thro' many dangers, toils and snares, |
| Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound) |
| Thro' storms and calms by Faith we steer, |
| Hark how the Gospel Trumpet sounds |
| Through grace I am determin'd |
| O WHEN shall I see Jesus! |
| Thus far the Lord has led me on |
| My sands of life are running fast; |
| Thus may we abide in union |
| May the grace of Christ our Saviour, |
| Thus spake the Seraph, and forthwith |
| While Shepherds watch'd their Flocks by Night |
| Thus we'll surround the great white throne, |
| Farewell, dear brothers, fare you well, |
| Thus with my thoughts compos'd to peace, |
| LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray; |
| Thy blood dear Jesus once was spilt |
| Hark how the Gospel Trumpet sounds |
| Thy garden and thy pleasant green |
| Jerusalem, my happy home, (Broaddus) |
| Thy gardens and thy gallant walks |
| Jerusalem my happy home (F. B. P.) |
| Thy houses are of ivory |
| Jerusalem my happy home (F. B. P.) |
| Thy judgments too unmoved I hear, |
| Oh! for a glance of heav'nly day |
| Thy Pow'r and Glory work within, |
| ETERNAL SPIRIT! we confess |
| Thy saints are crowned with glory great |
| Jerusalem my happy home (F. B. P.) |
| Thy Saints in all this glorious War |
| Am I a Soldier of the Cross, |
| Thy spirit send, their hearts to bend, |
| MY brethren all, on you I call, |
| Thy turrets and thy pinnacles |
| Jerusalem my happy home (F. B. P.) |
| Thy vineyards and thy orchards are |
| Jerusalem my happy home (F. B. P.) |
| Thy walls are made of precious stone, |
| Jerusalem, my happy home, (Broaddus) |
| Thy walls are made of precious stones |
| Jerusalem my happy home (F. B. P.) |
| Till then (nor is the Boasting vain.) |
| Jesus! And shall it ever be! |
| Till then I would thy love proclaim |
| How sweet the name of Jesus sounds |
| Time! what an empty Vapour 'tis! |
| Time! what an empty Vapour 'tis! |
| Tis all in vain to hold thy tongue, |
| Come, O thou traveller unknown, |
| Tis Evening with my Soul till He, |
| Jesus! And shall it ever be! |
| Tis he supports my mortal frame; |
| Once more, my soul, the rising day |
| Tis love, 'tis love! Thou diedst for me, |
| Come, O thou traveller unknown, |
| Tis my desire above the rest, |
| 'TIS my desire with God to walk, (Purify) |
| Tis my desire around thy board, |
| 'TIS my desire with God to walk, (Purify) |
| Tis my desire baptis'd to be, |
| 'TIS my desire with God to walk, (Purify) |
| Tis my Desire baptiz'd to be, |
| 'Tis my Desire with God to walk, (Trivett) |
| Tis my desire to bear the cross, |
| 'TIS my desire with God to walk, (Purify) |
| Tis my desire to flee from sin, |
| 'TIS my desire with God to walk, (Purify) |
| Tis my Desire to serve the Lord, |
| 'Tis my Desire with God to walk, (Trivett) |
| Tis my desire to watch and pray, |
| 'TIS my desire with God to walk, (Purify) |
| TIS my desire with God to walk, |
| 'TIS my desire with God to walk, (Purify) |
| Tis my Desire with God to walk, |
| 'Tis my Desire with God to walk, (Trivett) |
| Tis my desire with saints to meet, |
| 'TIS my desire with God to walk, (Purify) |
| Tis my fixed resolution |
| While my Jesus I'm possessing, |
| TIS religion that can give |
| 'TIS religion that can give (Rippon) |
| Tis Religion that can give, |
| 'Tis Religion that can give, (Masters) |
| Tis strung, and tun'd, for endless years, |
| There is a fountain fill'd with blood |
| Tis the cold grave where silence reigns, |
| Young ladies all attention give, |
| Tis there we'll Reign, and Shout, and Sing, |
| The Lord into his Garden come, |
| Tis this that so constrains me, |
| While in this vale of sorrow, |
| To balls and plays you'd let me go, |
| Young ladies all attention give, |
| To certain trouble we are born, |
| So fades the lovely blooming flow'r, |
| To hear the sorrows thou hast felt, |
| Oh! for a glance of heav'nly day |
| TO leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part, |
| TO leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part, |
| To meet you in that heavenly land, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| To men unknown the seed is sown, |
| MY brethren all, on you I call, |
| To own my Works I dare not trust, |
| 'Tis my Desire with God to walk, (Trivett) |
| To Pilate's stone pillar when led, |
| A story most lovely I'll tell, |
| To that Jerusalem above |
| How happy every child of grace |
| To the land of ancient story, |
| When we hear the music ringing |
| To thee my last distress I bring; |
| Thou Man of griefs, remember me, |
| To--day attend his voice, |
| Come, sound his praise abroad, |
| To--day He pleads His wounded side, |
| I see One hanging on the tree, |
| TO-DAY,* if you will hear his voice, |
| TO-DAY,* if you will hear his voice, |
| Trembling Mary found a rest; |
| WEEPING sinner, dry your tears, |
| Truly blessed is this station, |
| Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, |
| Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways, |
| My spirit looks to God alone; |
| Tune your harps, ye heavenly choir! |
| HAIL the day so long expected! |
| Twas for sins His life He gave |
| With a Saviour crucified |
| Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, |
| Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound) |
| Tyr'd a ni yn dorf gariadus, |
| O Iachawdwr pechaduriaid; |
|
| Unite my sorrows to thine own, |
| Thou Man of griefs, remember me, |
| Up to the Fields above the Skies, |
| Time! what an empty Vapour 'tis! |
| Up to the hills where Christ is gone, |
| Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear |
|
| Veil'd in Flesh the Godhead see, |
| HARK! the Herald Angels sing, |
| Veil'd in flesh, the Godhead see, |
| Hark how all the welkin rings |
| View him grovling in the Garden; |
| Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, |
| Virgins wise, I pray draw near, |
| WHEN the midnight cry begins, |
|
| Wak'd by the trumpet's sound |
| And am I born to die? |
| Wake and lift up thy self my Heart, |
| Awake my Soul, and with the Sun, |
| Warn me of ev'ry sin, |
| Behold, the morning sun |
| We bless thine holy word |
| See what a living Stone |
| We charge you all in name of Jesus, |
| See how the Scriptures are fulfilling! |
| We could not wish it back again, |
| THE little babe is gone to rest, |
| We feel THE RESURRECTION near, |
| How happy every child of grace |
| We share our mutual woes; |
| BLEST be the tie that binds |
| We that are here in banishment |
| Jerusalem my happy home (F. B. P.) |
| Weak is the effort of my heart, |
| How sweet the name of Jesus sounds |
| WEEPING sinner, dry your tears, |
| WEEPING sinner, dry your tears, |
| Weeping sinner, dry your tears; |
| WEEPING sinner, dry your tears, |
| Well may thy servants mourn, my God, |
| Well may thy servants mourn, my God, |
| We're often like the lonesome dove, |
| Ye weary, heavy laden'd souls, |
| What is there here to court my stay, |
| How happy every child of grace |
| What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd, |
| O for a closer walk with God, |
| What shall I do?—shall I lie down, |
| Oh! once I had a glorious view |
| What ship is this that will take us all home, |
| What ship is this that will take us all home, |
| WHAT ship is this, |
| WHAT ship is this, |
| What solemn sounds the ear invade! |
| What solemn sounds the ear invade! |
| What strange deliv'rance hast thou shown |
| Will God for ever cast us off? |
| What tho' my shrinking flesh complain, |
| Come, O thou traveller unknown, |
| What will the glad Christians do when above, |
| What ship is this that will take us all home, |
| Whate'er thou deniest, O give my thy grace, |
| 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints, |
| When adam was created he dwelt in edons shad |
| When adam was created he dwelt in edons shad |
| When age, old age, comes creeping on, |
| Why should we at our lot complain, |
| When Christ the Lord shall come again, |
| Dear people, we have met to--day, |
| When earth and sea shall be no more, |
| WHEN the midnight cry begins, |
| When friends I cherish most are near, |
| I would see Jesus when the flow'rs |
| When from his dreadful stores on high |
| With songs and honours sounding loud |
| When Gabriel's trump shall sound aloud, |
| WHEN the midnight cry begins, |
| When he in the clouds shall appear, |
| A story most lovely I'll tell, |
| When I can read my Title clear |
| When I can read my Title clear |
| When I get home to that bright world, |
| Farewell, dear brothers, fare you well, |
| When I my friends in Heav'n shall see, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| When in the night I sleepless lie, |
| Glory to thee my God, this Night |
| When rolling years shall cease to move, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| When shall I be deliver'd |
| O WHEN shall I see Jesus! |
| When shall I reach that happy place, |
| On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, |
| When shall the Time, dear JESUS, when |
| Time! what an empty Vapour 'tis! |
| When that illustrious Day shall rise, |
| Am I a Soldier of the Cross, |
| When the holy angels meet us, |
| When we hear the music ringing |
| WHEN the midnight cry begins, |
| WHEN the midnight cry begins, |
| When thou, my righteous Judge shall come, |
| When thou, my righteous Judge shall come, |
| When thro' the Wilderness they mov'd, |
| O come, loud Anthems let us sing. |
| When to that blessed world I rise, |
| O may I worthy prove to see, |
| When troubles rise, and storms appear, |
| The Lord of glory is my light, |
| When we asunder part, |
| BLEST be the tie that binds |
| When we hear the music ringing |
| When we hear the music ringing |
| When we've been there ten thousand years |
| Jerusalem, my happy home, (Broaddus) |
| When wrestling in the strength of prayer |
| Thou Man of griefs, remember me, |
| When yonder shining orders |
| I LOVE my blessed Saviour, |
| Where is the blessedness I knew, |
| O for a closer walk with God, |
| Where Jesus fits exalted, |
| There is a holy city, |
| Where once thy churches pray'd and sang, |
| Will God for ever cast us off? |
| Where shall our country turn its eye! |
| What solemn sounds the ear invade! |
| Where sins and sorrows are no more, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| While angelic legions, with harps tuned celestial, |
| How sweet to reflect on those joys that await me, |
| While angels shout and praise their King, |
| O for a shout of sacred joy |
| While bless'd with a sense of his love, |
| How tedious and tasteless the hours, |
| While friends and kindred weep around, |
| Young ladies all attention give, |
| While grace divine in others shine, |
| MY brethren all, on you I call, |
| While here in the valley of conflict I stay, |
| 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints, |
| While here, a stranger far from home, |
| The heavenly home is bright and fair, |
| While I'm imprison'd here below, |
| Sweet rivers of redeeming love, |
| While in my Master's vineyard, |
| While in this vale of sorrow, |
| While in this vale of sorrow, |
| While in this vale of sorrow, |
| While music sweet makes some retreat, |
| MY brethren all, on you I call, |
| While my Jesus I'm possessing, |
| While my Jesus I'm possessing, |
| While Shepherds watch'd their Flocks by Night |
| While Shepherds watch'd their Flocks by Night |
| While some desert, it pains my heart, |
| MY brethren all, on you I call, |
| While the wise are passing by, |
| WHEN the midnight cry begins, |
| While with my heart and tongue |
| Behold, the morning sun |
| White Lilies all around appear, |
| Time! what an empty Vapour 'tis! |
| Who can resolve the doubt |
| And am I born to die? |
| Who do you think is now a guest? |
| WHEN the midnight cry begins, |
| Who speak of fi'ry trials |
| There is a holy city, |
| Why should the rich despise the poor, |
| Why should we at our lot complain, |
| Why should we at our lot complain, |
| Why should we at our lot complain, |
| Why should we start, and fear to die? |
| Why should we start, and fear to die? |
| Will God for ever cast us off? |
| Will God for ever cast us off? |
| Will land my soul on Canaan's coast, |
| Oh! who will come and go with me, |
| Will you pursue the dangerous road? |
| Young people, all, attention give, |
| Wilt thou despise eternal fate, |
| Sinner, O why so thoughtless grown |
| Wilt thou not regard my call? |
| Jesu, lover of my soul, |
| Wilt thou not yet to me reveal |
| Come, O thou traveller unknown, |
| With a Saviour crucified |
| With a Saviour crucified |
| With flames they threaten to destroy |
| Will God for ever cast us off? |
| With joy and thanksgiving, we'll praise him who lov'd us, |
| DEAR sisters and brothers, who love one another, |
| With joy let Judah stand |
| Far as thy name is known |
| With joys above may I be blest, |
| And let this feeble body fail, |
| With me, your chief, you then shall know, |
| Glory to God, and praise, and love |
| With smiling looks of approbation, |
| See how the Scriptures are fulfilling! |
| With such, religion doth remain, |
| Well may thy servants mourn, my God, |
| Within thy gates no thing doth come |
| Jerusalem my happy home (F. B. P.) |
| Worlds above are bright and glorious, |
| Brethren, see my Jesus coming, |
| Worlds of light and crowns of glory, |
| Great Redeemer, friend of sinners, |
| Worlds of light and crowns of glory, |
| Brethren, see my Jesus coming, |
| Would not mine ardent Spirit vie |
| Do not I love Thee, O my Lord? |
| Would not my Heart pour forth its Blood |
| Do not I love Thee, O my Lord? |
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| Y mae'r byd yn myned heibio |
| O Iachawdwr pechaduriaid; |
| Ye dear young men, for ruin bound, |
| TO-DAY,* if you will hear his voice, |
| YE golden Lamps of Heav'n, farewel [sic], |
| YE golden Lamps of Heav'n, farewel [sic], |
| Ye mourning souls in sore surprise, |
| My dearest friends in bonds of love, |
| Ye seed of Israel's chosen race, |
| All hail! The pow'r of Jesu's Name; |
| Ye slaves of sin, and hell |
| Blow ye the trumpet blow, |
| Ye Stars are but the shining Dust |
| YE golden Lamps of Heav'n, farewel [sic], |
| Ye weary, heavy laden'd souls, |
| Ye weary, heavy laden'd souls, |
| Ye who have sold for nought |
| Blow ye the trumpet blow, |
| Yes, and before we rise |
| Come, we that love the LORD, |
| Yes, my earth--worn soul rejoices, |
| When we hear the music ringing |
| Yes, now we know from whence this throng, |
| Say, now ye lovely social band, |
| Yes, Thou hast lov'd this sinful Worm, |
| My Jesus, while in mortal flesh |
| Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail, |
| Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound) |
| Yet a season and you know |
| RISE my Soul, and stretch thy Wings, |
| Yet again we hope to meet thee, |
| SISTER, thou wast mild and lovely, |
| Yet may I plead with humble cries, |
| GOD of my life, look gently down, |
| Yet may we meet and be complete |
| Farewell, dear brothers, fare you well, |
| Yet save a trembling sinner Lord, |
| Shew pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, |
| Yet the saviour offers pardon, |
| Brethren, we have met to worship, |
| Yet, mighty GOD! our fleeting Days |
| Time! what an empty Vapour 'tis! |
| Yield to me now--for I am weak; |
| Come, O thou traveller unknown, |
| You my blest Guardian, whilst I sleep, |
| Glory to thee my God, this Night |
| Young ladies all attention give, |
| Young ladies all attention give, |
| Young man, how can you turn your face, |
| Young people, all, attention give, |
| Young people, all, attention give, |
| Young people, all, attention give, |
| Young people, all, I pray then view, |
| Young people, all, attention give, |
| Young women, now we look to you: |
| TO-DAY,* if you will hear his voice, |
| Your aged years have roll'd away, |
| Young ladies all attention give, |
| Your children all must be converted, |
| See how the Scriptures are fulfilling! |
| Your company's sweet, your union dear, |
| My dearest friends in bonds of love, |
| Your frolics and pastimes in which you delight, |
| Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand, |
| Your head is blossom'd for the grave. |
| Young ladies all attention give, |
| Your love to me has run most free, |
| Brethren farewell, I do you tell, |
| Your sports and all your glittering toys, |
| TO-DAY,* if you will hear his voice, |
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| Zion's children raise your voices, |
| HAIL the day so long expected! |