1. O sacred Head, now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down, Now scorn-ful-ly sur
2 How art thou pale with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish,
Which once was bright as morn!
Thy grief, and thy compassion,
Were all for sinners' gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But thine the deadly pain.
3 What language shall I borrow,
To praise thee, heavenly Friend:
For this, thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
Lord, make me thine forever,
Nor let me faithless prove:
Oh! let me never, never,
Abuse such dying love.
4 Forbid that I should leave thee;
O Jesus, leave not me;
By faith I would receive thee;
Thy blood can make me free:
When strength and comfort languish,
And I must hence depart:
Release me then from anguish,
By thine own wounded heart.
5 Be near when I am dying,
Oh! show thy cross to me!
And for my succor flying,
Come, Lord, to set me free:
These eyes new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move;
For he who dies believing,
Dies safely-through thy love.
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1 WHEN human hopes all wither,
And friends no aid supply,
Then whither, Lord, ah! whither
Can turn my straining eye? 'Mid storms of grief still rougher, 'Midst darker, deadlier shade, That cross where thou didst suffer, On Calvary was displayed.
2 On that my gaze I fasten,
My refuge that I make;
Though sorely thou may'st chasten,
Thou never canst forsake:
Thou, on that cross didst languish,
Ere glory crowned thy head!
And I, through death, and anguish,
Must be to glory led.
1 CHILDREN of the heavenly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
2 Ye are traveling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now-and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.
3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest;
You on Jesus' throne shall rest:
There your seat is now prepared—
There your kingdom and reward.
4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand
On the borders of your land;
Jesus Christ, your Father's Son,
Bids you undismayed go on.
5 Lord! submissive make us go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee.
1 To thy pastures fair and large, Heavenly Shepherd, lead thy charge, And my couch, with tenderest care, 'Mid the springing grass prepare. 2 When I faint with summer's heat, Thou shalt guide my weary feet, To the streams that, still and slow, Through the verdant meadows flow.
3 Safe the dreary vale I tread,
By the shades of death o'erspread,
With thy rod and staff supplied,
This my guard, and that my guide.
4 Constant to my latest end,
Thou my footsteps shalt attend;
And shalt bid thy hallowed dome
Yield me an eternal home.
1 FAINT not, Christian! though the road, Leading to thy blest abode,
Darksome be, and dangerous too,
Christ thy Guide will bring thee through.
2 Faint not, Christian! though in rage
Satan would thy soul engage,
Gird on faith's anointed shield,
Bear it to the battle-field.
3 Faint not, Christian! though the world
Has its hostile flag unfurled;
Hold the cross of Jesus fast,
Thou shalt overcome at last.
4 Faint not, Christian! though within,
There's a heart so prone to sin;
Christ the Lord is over all,
He'll not suffer thee to fall.
5 Faint not, Christian! look on high,
See the harpers in the sky;
Patient wait, and thou wilt join-
Chant with them of love divine.
1. Now begin the heavenly theme, Sing a - loud in
Jesus' name! Ye, who his sal
1 Now begin the heavenly theme, Sing aloud in Jesus' name! Ye, who his salvation prove, Triumph in redeeming love. 2 Ye who see the Father's grace Beaming in the Saviour's face, As to Canaan on ye move, Praise and bless redeeming love. 3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears; Banish all your guilty fears; See your guilt and curse remove, Canceled by redeeming love. 4 Hither, then, your tribute bring, Strike aloud each joyful string; Saints below, and saints above, Join to praise redeeming love. 395.
1 HARK! my soul! it is the Lord; 'Tis thy Saviour-hear his word; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee,
'Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me?
2 "I delivered thee when bound,
And when bleeding, healed thy wound:
Sought thee wandering, set thee right,
Turned thy darkness into light.
3 "Can a woman's tender care
Cease toward the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be,
Yet will I remember thee.
4 "Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above;
Deeper than the depths beneath-
Free and faithful-strong as death.
5 "Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the work of grace is done;
Partner of my throne shalt be!
Say, poor sinner! lovest thou me ?"
6 Lord! it is my chief complaint,
That my love is weak and faint;
Yet I love thee, and adore;-
Oh! for grace to love thee more.
Onward, Christians, onward go;
Fight the fight; and worn with strife,
Steep with tears the bread of life.
2 Onward, Christians, onward go;
Join the war, and face the foe;
Faint not much doth yet remain ;
Dreary is the long campaign.
3 Shrink not, Christians-will ye yield?
Will ye quit the battle-field?"
Fight till all the conflict 's o'er,
Nor your foes shall rally more.
3 But when loud the trumpet blown,
Speaks their forces overthrown,
Christ, your Captain, shall bestow
Crowns to grace the conqueror's brow.
1. Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears, And gird the gospel
1 STAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears,
And gird the gospel armor on;
March to the gates of endless joy,
Where Jesus, thy great Captain 's gone.
2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course;
But hell and sin are vanquished foes;
Thy Saviour nailed them to the cross,
And sung the triumph when he rose.
3 Then let my soul march boldly on,-
Press forward to the heavenly gate;
There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glittering robes for conquerors wait.
4 There shall I wear a starry crown,
And triumph in almighty grace,
While all the armies of the skies
Join in my glorious Leader's praise.
1 AWAKE, our souls! away, our fears!
Let every trembling thought be gone;
Awake, and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on!
2 True, 't is a strait and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
Who feeds the strength of every saint-
3 The mighty God, whose matchless power
Is ever new and ever young,
And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.
4 From thee, the overflowing spring, Our souls shall drink a fresh supply; While such as trust their native strength, Shall melt away, and droop, and die. 5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,
We'll mount aloft to thine abode; On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire amid the heavenly road!
AWAKE, my soul! lift thine up eyes; See where thy foes against thee rise, In long array, a numerous host; Awake, my soul! or thou art lost. 2 See where rebellious passions rage, And fierce desires and lusts engage; The meanest foe of all the train Has thousands and ten thousands slain. 3 Thou treadest on enchanted ground; Perils and snares beset thee round; Beware of all, guard every partBut most the traitor in thy heart. 4 The terror and the charm repel, And powers of earth, and powers of hell; The Man of Calvary triumphed here: Why should his faithful followers fear? 5 Come then, my soul! now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal shield; Put on the armor, from above,
Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love.
2 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey:
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
3 T is God's all-animating voice,
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye,—
4 That prize with peerless glories bright,
Which shall new lustre boast,
When victor's wreaths and monarch's
gems
Shall blend in common dust.
5 Blest Saviour, introduced by thee,
Have I my race begun;
And, crowned with victory, at thy feet
I'll lay my honors down.
1 AM I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?
2 Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease?
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas!
3 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?
4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord!
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.
5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they die;
They view the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.
6 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thy armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.
1 I'm not ashamed to own my Lord,
Or to defend his cause;
Maintain the honor of his word,
The glory of his cross.
2 Jesus, my God!--I know his name-
His name is all my trust;
Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.
3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, And he can well secure
What I've committed to his hands,
Till the decisive hour.
4 Then will he own my worthless name Before his Father's face,
And in the New Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.
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