N all my Lord's appointed ways

I My journey I'll pursue

"Hinder me not!" "ye much-loved saints, For I must go with you.

2 Through floods and flames, if Jesus lead,
I'll follow where he goes:
"Hinder me not," shall be my cry,
Though earth and hell oppose.

3 Through duty, and through trials, too,
I'll go at his command:
"Hinder me not," for I am bound
To my Immanuel's land.

4 And when my Savior calls me home,
My joyful cry shall be,

"Hinder me not:" come, welcome death, I'll gladly go with thee.

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THOU, whose tender mercy hears
Contrition's humble sigh:

Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears
From sorrow's weeping eye.

2 See, low before thy throne of grace,
A wretched wand'rer mourn;
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
Hast thou not said, Return?

3 And shall my guilty fears prevail
To drive me from thy feet?
O let not this dear refuge fail,
This only safe retreat.

4 Absent from thee, my Guide, my Light, Without one cheering ray,

Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night,
How desolate my way!

5 Oh, shine on this benighted heart,
With beams of mercy shine!
And let thy healing voice impart
A taste of joys divine.

S on the cross the Savior hung,

As and weet, and bled, and died,

He poured salvation on a wretch
That languished at his side.

2 His crimes, with inward grief and shame, The penitent confess'd;

Then turn'd his dying eyes to Christ,
And thus his prayer address'd:

3 "Jesus, thou Son and Heir of heaven,
Thou spotless Lamb of God;

I see thee bath'd in sweat and tears,
And welt'ring in thy blood.

4 "Yet, quickly from these scenes of woe,
In triumph thou shalt rise;

Burst through the gloomy shades of death,
And reign above the skies.

5 "Amidst the glories of that world,
Dear Savior, think on me;

And in the victory of thy death,
Let me a sharer be."

6 His prayer the dying Jesus hears,.
And instantly replies:

"To-day thy parting soul shall be
With me in paradise.'

ARISH, my soul, arise,

Shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding sacrifice

In my behalf appears;

Before the throne my Surety stands,
My name is written on his hands.

2 He ever lives above,

For me to intercede;
His all-redeeming love,

His precious blood to plead ;
His blood atoned for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

3 Five bleeding wounds he bears,
Received on Calvary;

They pour effectual prayers-
They strongly speak for me;
"Forgive him, O forgive," they cry,
"Nor let that ransom'd sinner die !"

4 The Father hears him pray, His dear Anointed One:

He cannot turn away

The presence of his Son:
His spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.

5 My God is reconciled,

His pard'ning voice I hear:
He owns me for his child,
I can no longer fear;

With confience I now draw nigh,
And Father, Abba, Father, cry.

COME, my soul, and let us try,

For a little season,

Ev'ry burden to lay by-
Come, and let us reason.
What is this that casts you down?
Who are those that grieve you?
Speak, and let the worst be known;
Speaking may relieve you.

2 Christ, by faith, I sometimes see,
Then it doth relieve me;
But my sins return again,

They are they that grieve me;
Troubled like the restless sea,
Feeble, faint and fearful;
Plagued with sin, and sore disease,
How can I be cheerful?

3 Think on what your Savior bore
In the gloomy garden,
Sweating blood from every pore,
To procure thy pardon.
See him stretch'd upon the wood,
Bleeding, groaning, crying,
Suff'ring all the wrath of God-
Groaning, gasping, dying.

UNGRY, and faint, and poor,

H Behold us, Lord, again

Assembled at thy mercy's door,
Thy bounty to obtain.

2 Thy word invites us nigh,
Or we would starve indeed;

Nor we no money have to buy,
No righteousness to plead.

3 The food our spirits want
Thy hand alone can give:

O hear the prayer of faith, and grant
That we may eat and live.

M Thou Lamb of Calvary,
Y faith looks up to thee,

Savior divine!

Now hear me while I pray,
Take all my guilt away,
Oh, let me from this day
Be wholly thine.

2 May thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart—
My zeal inspire:

As thou hast died for me,
Oh, may my love to thee'
Pure, warm and changeless be,
A living fire.

3 While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be thou my Guide:
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow's tears away,
Nor let me ever stray

From thee aside.

4 When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold, sullen dream Shall o'er me roll.

Blest Savior, then, in love,