7 Lord, and shall angels have their songs, And men no tunes to raise ? O may we lose our useless tongues When they forget to praise.
8 Glory to God that reigns above, That pity'd us forlorn;
We join to sing our Maker's love, For there's a Saviour born!
Hymn 202. L. M.
Death of a Brother in Christ.
1 How blest is our brother, bereft Of all that could burden his mind! How easy the soul that hath left This wearisome body behind! 2 This earth is affected no more With sickness, or shaken with pain; The war in the members is o'er; And never shall vex him again. 3 [This languishing head is at rest; Its thinking and aching are o'er ; This quiet, immoveable breast Is heard by affliction no more.] 4 This heart is no longer the seat Of trouble and torturing pain; It ceases to flutter and beat- It never shall flutter again. The lids that he seldom could close, By sorrows forbidden to sleep, Seal'd up in the sweetest repose, Have strangely forgotten to weep.
6 These fountains can yield no supplies, These hollows from water are free; The tears are all wip'd from these eyes, And evils they never shall see,
7 [To mourn and to suffer is mine While bound in a prison I breathe; And still for deliverance pine, And press to the issues of death.]
Hymn 203. L. M.
Death of a Sister in Christ.
1 'Tis finish'd! the conflict is past, The heav'n-born spirit is fled; Her wish is accomplish'd at last, And now she's entomb'd with the dead. 2 The months of affliction are o'er, The days and the nights of distress We see her in anguish no more! She's gain'd her happy release, 3 No sickness, or sorrow, or pain, Shall ever disquiet her now; For death to her spirit was gain, Since Christ was her life when below. 4 Her soul has now taken its flight, To mansions of glory above, To mingle with angels of light, And dwell in the kingdom of love, The victory now is obtain'd; She's gone her dear Saviour to see; Her wishes she fully has gain'd She's now where she long'd for to be: 6 The coffin, the shroud, and the grave, To her were no objects of dread d; On him who is mighty to save, Her soul was with confidence stay'd. 7 Then let us forbear to complain, That she is now gone from our sight; We soon shall behold her again, With new and redoubled delight.
8 lines L. M.
[Tune, Warning Voice.]
Penitent Backslider.
1 'Twas the voice of my Jesus that spake, When kindly he knock'd at my door, I slept, but my heart was awake :- Lord, help me to slumber no more. How lovingly did he intreat, Saying, open my sister, my dove; But not all his language so sweet, My frozen affections could move. 2 Come, open, my dove undefil'd, Thy Saviour why thus dost thou slight f My head with the dew is all fill'd, My locks with the drops of the night. The force of omnipotent love, My soul though so languishing felt; My bosom began then to move, My frozen affections to melt.
3 I open'd, but oh! he was gone ;- I fainted with sorrow and shame; My hateful lukewarmness I own, There is none but myself that I blame. Young converts take warning by me; Of spiritual sloth be aware; And oh! when my Jesus you see, Remember my case in your pray❜r.
4 Methinks while my story I tell, And mention my Jesus' blest hame, (My bosom's beginning to swell,) It kindles my love to a flame. There is something within me forebodes My Jesus will see me again; His chariot I hear on the road, Return, blessed Jesus! Amen.
Hymn 205. 6 lines 8's.
[Tune, Wrestling Jacob.]
Wrestling Jacob.
1 COME, O thou traveller unknown, Whom still I hold, but cannot see, My company before is gone,
And I am left alone with thee ; With thee all night I mean to stay, And wrestle till the break of day. 2 In vain thou strugglest to get free, I never will unlose my hold: Art thou the man who dy'd for me? The secres of thy love unfold. Wrestling I will not let thee go, Till I thy name, thy nature know. 3 What though my shrinking flesh complain, And murmur to contend so long, I rise superior to my pain,
When I am weak, then I am strong: And when my all of strength shall fail, I shall with the God-Man prevail. 4 Yield to me now-for I am weak, But confident in self-despair; Speak to my heart, in blessings speak, Be conquer'd by my instant pray'r! Speak, or thou never hence shall move, And tell me if thy name be love.
5 'Tis love, 'tis love! thou died for me: I hear thy whisper in my heart: The morning breaks, the shadows flee: Pure, universal love thou art : To me, to all, thy bowels move, Thy nature and thy name is love. 6 I know thee, Saviour, who thou art, Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend; Nor wilt thou with the night depart,
HYMN 206-207.
But stay, and love me to the end; Thy mercies never shall remove, Thy nature and thy name is love.
Hymn 206. 11's.
[Tune, Reformation Hymn.] Submission to Christ.
1 O JESUS, my Saviour, to thee I submit, With love and thanksgiving fall down at thy feet; In sacrifice offer my soul, flesh, and blood; Thou art my Redeemer who brought me to God. 2 O Jesus, my Saviour, with thee I am blest! My life and salvation, my joy and my rest! Thy name be my theme, and thy love be my song; Thy grace shall inspire my heart and my tongue. 3 O who's like my Saviour, he's Salem's bright King! He smiles and he loves me, and teaches to sing,; I'll praise him, I'll praise him, with notes loud and shrill, While rivers of pleasure my spirit doth fill.
Hymn 207. 8 lines 6. 4.
The Young Convert's Invitation. [Tune, Invitation.J
1 O, CARELESS sinners, come; Pray now attend,
This world is not your home,
It soon will end: Jehovah calls aloud:
Forsake the thoughtless crowd, Pursue the road to God, And happy be.
2 How many calls you've had, I call again,
How can you be so bad, So full of sin,
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