That They All may be Ons.
760 The apostles' doctrine and fellowship. L. M. Happy the souls that first believed, To Jesus and each other cleaved; Join'd by the unction from above In mystic fellowship of love. Meek, simple followers of the Lamb, They liv'd, and spake, and tho't the same Brake the commemorative Bread, And drank the Spirit of their Head. To Jesus they performed their vows, A little church in every house; They joyfully conspired to raise Their ceaseless sacrifice of praise. With grace abundantly endued, A pure, believing multitude, They all were of one heart and soul, And only love inspired the whole. Ye different sects, who all declare "Lo, here is Christ!" or "Christ is there!" Your stronger proofs divinely give, And show me where the Christians live. The gates of hell cannot prevail; The church on earth can never fail: Ah, join me to thy secret ones! Ah, gather all thy living stones! Scattered o'er all the earth they lie, Till thou collect them with thine eye; Draw by the music of thy Name, And charm into a beauteous frame. For this the pleading Spirit groans And cries in all thy banished ones; Greatest of gifts, thy love impart, And make us of one mind and heart. 761 Jesus, from whom all blessings flow, Great Builder of thy Church below; If now thy Spirit moves my breast, Hear, and fulfil thine own request: The few that truly call thee Lord, And wait thy sanctifying word, And Thee their utmost Saviour own, Unite and perfect them in one. Join every soul that looks to thee In bonds of perfect charity; Now, Lord, the glorious fulness give, And all in all forever live.
Oh, let them all thy mind express,
Stand forth thy chosen witnesses,
The fulness of thy grace receive,
And simply to thy glory live.
In them let all mankind behold
How Christians lived in days of old;
Mighty their envious foes to move,
A proverb of reproach and love.
Oh, make of them one soul and heart,
The all-conforming mind impart;
Spirit of peace and unity,
The sinless mind that was in Thee!
Call them into thy wondrous light,
Worthy to walk with Thee in white;
Make up thy jewels, Lord, and show
The glorious, spotless Church below!
Oh, might my lot be cast with these,
The least of Jesus' witnesses;
Oh, that my Lord would count me meet
To wash his dear disciples' feet!
This only thing do I require;
Thou knowest 'tis all my heart's desire:
Freely what I receive, to give;
The servant of thy Church to live;
After my lowly Lord to go,
And wait upon thy saints below,
Enjoy the grace to angels given,
And serve the royal heirs of heaven.
Charles Wesley, ab. 1743.
In the whirlwind and the storm.
Nahum i. 3.
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Oh, the immense, th' amazing height,
The boundless grandeur of our God,
Who treads the world beneath his feet,
And sways the nations with his rod.
He speaks, and lo, all nature shakes;
Heaven's everlasting pillars bow;
His voice in rolling thunder breaks,
And flames of fire before him go.
Celestial King, thy mighty power
Kindles our hearts with solemn joys;
We shout to hear thy thunders roar,
And echo to our Father's voice.
Thus shall our God and Saviour come,
And lightnings round his chariot play.
Ye whirlwinds, fly to make him room!
Ye glorious storms, prepare his way!
Isaac Watts, ab. 1709. H., 188
Hark! how the choral song of heav'n Swells, full of peace and joy above; Hark,how they
And they sung a new song. Rev. v. 9.
763 2 No anxious care, nor thrilling grief, No deep despair, nor gloomy woe They feel, when high their lofty strains In noblest, sweetest concord flow. 3 When shall we join the heavenly host, Who sing Immanuel's praise on high, And leave behind our doubts and fears, To swell the chorus of the sky? 4 0 come, thou rapture-bringing morn, And usher in the joyful day; We long to see thy rising sun Drive all their clouds of grief away.
Robert Stevens McAll, ab. 1812.
Look not thou upon the wine when it is red.L. M.
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Look not upon the ruby wine,
That sparkles with its witching light;
Tho' bright its gleaming bubbles shine,
It leads to sorrow, gloom, and night.
The mirth shall end, the joy be past,
And hushed the notes of those who sing;
And then shall come to thee at last
The serpent's bite, the adder's sting.
Then look not on the poisoned bowl,
Butfrom the path of danger flee;
Lest thou shalt sink, a ruined soul,
And angels shall lament for thee,
He went on his way rejoicing. Acts viii. 89.
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O happy day, that fixed my choice
On thee, my Saviour, and my God!
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell its raptures all abroad.
O happy bond, that seals my vows
To him who merits all my love!
Let cheerful anthems fill his house
While to that sacred shrine I move.
T is done, the great transaction's done;
I am my Lord's, and he is mine;
He drew me, and I followed on,
Charmed to confess the voice divine.
Fixed on this blissful centre, rest:
Now rest, my long-divided heart;
With ashes who would grieve to part,
When called on angels' bread to feast!
High heaven, that heard the solemn vow,
That vow renewed shall daily hear,
Till in life's latest hour I bow,
And bless in death a bond so dear.
Cho. Happy day! happy day!
When Jesus washed my sins away.
He taught me how to watch and pray,
And live rejoicing every day;
Happy day! happy day!
When Jesus washed my sins away.
God Commendeth His Love Toward Ts.
766 His great love wherewith he loved us.
L. M. 768 Behold, how good and how pleasant.
Come, sing the wonders of that love,
Which angels sound on every string;
Let hosts below and hosts above,
With hallelujahs praise their King.
Sing of his agony and shame,
His purple robe and thorny crown;
Sing how he bore the sinner's blame,
And for our guilt in death bowed down.
Sing how his precious blood he shed,
To cleanse us from each sinful stain;
Entered the prison of the dead,
And death and hell for us o'ercame.
Sing how at God's right hand he sits,
Living to intercede for us;
Till the last foe to him submits,
And bows before him in the dust.
He lives, he saves, he comes to reign,
When time its weary course hath run;
Then Paradise shall bloom again,
And heaven and earth be joined in one!
Amen, Lord Jesus, quickly come;
This blood-bought world to thee is giv'n;
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
In earth, as it is done in heaven.
Put on thy beautiful garments. Isaiah lii. 1.
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Triumphant Zion, lift thy head
From dust, and darkness, and the dead!
Though humbled long, awake at length,
And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength.
Put all thy beauteous garments on,
And let thy excellence be known;
Decked in the robes of righteousness,
Thy glories shall the world confess.
No more shall foes unclean invade,
And fill thy hallowed halls with dread;
No more shall hell's insulting host
Their victory and thy sorrows boast.
God from on high has heard thy prayer,
His hand thy ruins shall repair;
Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease
To guard thee in eternal peace.
Philip Doddridge, ab. 1740.
How blest the sacred tie that binds,
In union sweet, according minds!
How swift the heavenly course they run,
Whose hearts, and faith, and hopes are one!
To each the soul of each how dear!
What jealous care, what holy fear!
How doth the generous flame within
Refine from earth, and cleanse from sin!
Their streaming tears together flow
For human guilt and human woe;
Their ardent prayers united rise
Like mingling flames in sacrifice.
Together oft they seek the place
Where God reveals his awful face;
How high how strong their raptures swell
There's none but kindred minds can tell.
Nor shall the glowing flame expire
'Mid nature's drooping, sickening fire;
For they shall live when time is o'er,
In peace and joy for evermore.
Anna Letitia Barbauld, 1797.
Thy kingdom come! thus day by day,
We lift our hands to God and pray;
But who has ever duly weighed
The meaning of the words he said?
Thy kingdom come! O day of joy,
When praise shall every tongue employ;
When hate and strife and war shall cease,
And man with man shall be at peace!
Jesus shall reign on Zion's hill,
And all the earth with glory fill;
His word shall paradise restore
And sin and death afflict no more.
Then bears and wolves, no longer wild,
Obey the leading of a child;
The lions with the oxen eat,
And dust shall be the serpent's meat.
God's holy will shall then be done
By all who live beneath the sun;
For saints shall then as angels be,
All changed to immortality,
Unknown, cir. 1840?
Again I say rejoice. Phil. iv. 4.
770 2 Rejoice in Christ, the Son of God, He for thy pardon shed his blood, Lift up to him thy heart and voice, Rejoice, my soul, rejoice, rejoice. 3 Rejoice, my soul; the Holy Ghost, The Spirit of the Lord of Hosts, Has come with blessings and with joys, Rejoice, my soul, rejoice, rejoice. 4 Rejoice, ye children of the King, Ye pardoned ones, give thanks and sing; Lift up to God a joyful voice, Rejoice in God, my soul, rejoice. 5 Rejoice in hope, the day will come When Christ shall take his people home To sing his praise with joyful voice. Rejoice in hope, rejoice, rejoice.
He sent the multitudes away. Matt. xiv. 22.
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Lord, as we leave the place of prayer,
Help us to cast on Thee our care;
And feel as sinks the setting sun,
Thro' faith in Thee the victory's won.
Henceforth may we thy likeness wear,
Thy gracious image ever bear;
Till our last shadows melt away,
Before the bright eternal day.
772 Thy mercy, O Lord, is in the heavens.
Psalm xxxvi. 5.
High in the heavens, eternal God!
Thy goodness in full glory shines;
Thy truth shall break thro' every cloud
That veils and darkens thy designs.
Forever firm thy justice stands,
Wise are the wonders of thy hands;
As mountains their foundations keep:
Thy judgments are a mighty deep.
Thy providence is kind and large;
Both man and beast thy bounty share;
The whole creation is thy charge,
But saints are thy peculiar care.
My God, how excellent thy grace!
Whence all our hope and comfort springs.
The sons of Adam, in distress,
Fly to the shadow of thy wings.
From the provisions of thy house
We shall be fed with sweet repast;
There mercy like a river flows,
And brings salvation to our taste.
Life, like a fountain rich and free,
Springs from the presence of my Lord;
And in thy light our souls shall see
The glories promised in thy word.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
When, as returns this solemn day,
Man comes to meet his Maker, God,
What rites, what honors shall he pay?
How spread his sovereign praise abroad?
From marble domes and gilded spires
Shall curling clouds of incense rise;
And gems, and gold, and garlands deck
The costly pomp of sacrifice?
Vain, sinful man! creation's Lord
Thy golden offerings well may spare;
But give thy heart, and thou shalt find
Here dwells a God who heareth prayer.
Oh, grant us in this solemn hour,
From earth and sin's allurements free,
To feel thy love, to own thy pow'r,
And raise each raptured thought to thee.
Anna Letitia Barbauld, 1743-1825.
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All praise to our ascending Lord;
Who while his little flock adored,
Blessed them, and upward took his flight,
To realms of everlasting light.
From Olivet, with eyes upraised,
His dear disciples wondering gazed;
And marked how in his upward flight,
A cloud received him from their sight.
While looking steadfast to the sky,
Behold two shining ones stood by,
Which said, "Ye men of Galilee,
Why gazing up to heaven stand ye?"
"This very Christ, your Lord and Friend,
Whom ye have seen to heaven ascend,
Shall in like manner come again,
In power and majesty to reign."
Then his disciples worshiped him,
And hastened to Jerusalem,
Rejoicing in the promise given,
And waiting for their Lord from heaven.
Lord Jesus, on thy Father's throne,
Help us this ancient faith to own,
And wait for thee to come and reign;
O Saviour, quickly come, Amen!
Dearest of names, our Lord, our King!
Jesus, thy praise we humbly sing;
In cheerful songs we'll spend our breath,
And in thee triumph over death.
Death is no more among our foes,
Since Christ, the mighty Conqueror, rose;
Both pow'r and sting the Saviour broke;
He died, and gave the finished stroke.
Saints die, and we should gently weep;
Sweetly in Jesus' arms they sleep;
Far from this world of sin and woe;
Nor sin, nor pain, nor grief they know.
Death is a sleep; and oh, how sweet
To souls prepared its stroke to meet!
Their dying beds, their graves are blest,
For all to them is peace and rest.
Soon shall the earth's remotest bound
Feel the archangel's trumpet sound;
Then shall the grave's dark caverns shake,
And joyful all the saints shall wake.
Oh, may I live with Jesus nigh,
And sleep in Jesus when I die!
Then, joyful, when from death I wake,
I shall eternal bliss partake.
We long to move and breathe in thee,
Our souls inspired with thine own breath
To live thy life, O Lord, and be
Baptized into thy bitter death.
Thy death to sin we die below,
But we with Christ shall rise again;
We here are planted in thy woe,
But we with thee shall live and reign.
Then shall we in thy glory share,
As we thy cross on earth have borne;
For we shall crowns of honor wear,
When we the crown of thorns have worn.
Thy crown of thorns, thy cross of shame,
Thy pains and tears are all our boast,
While now baptized into the name
Of Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
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