JESUS, thou art my salvation,
Bow thine ear-hear my prayer,
Grant my supplication:

Through my journey safely lead me;
Guide my way-lest I stray
From the hand that made me.

2 Lo! thou seest me here a stranger,
Let thy love-faithful prove,
Saving me from danger;
In distress be thou my Saviour,
See my tears-quell my fears,
Show thy servant favour.

3 Save me from the things forbidden,
God of light-lead me right,
Till I enter heaven;

Clad in bliss and thy salvation;
May I rest-at thy feast,
In thy habitation.

FATHER of mercies, condescend
To hear our fervent prayer,
While this our brother we commend
To thy paternal care.

2 Before him set an open door;
His various efforts bless;
On him thy Holy Spirit pour,

And crown him with success.

3 Endow him with a heavenly mind; Supply his every need;

Make him in spirit meek, resigned,
But bold in word and deed.

4 In every tempting, trying hour,
Uphold him by thy grace;

And guard him by thy mighty power, Till he shall end his race.

WITH the sweet word of peace,
We bid our brethren go;

Peace as a river to increase,

And ceaseless flow.

With the calm word of prayer
We earnestly commend
Our brethren to thy watchful care,
Eternal Friend.

2 With the dear word of love
We give our brief farewell;
Our love below, and thine above,
With them shall dwell.
With the strong word of faith
We stay ourselves on thee;
That thou, O Lord, in life and death
Their help shalt be.

3 Then the bright word of hope
Shall on our parting gleam,
And tell of joys beyond the scope
Of earthborn dream.
Farewell; in hope and love,
In faith and peace and prayer;
Till he whose home is ours above
Unite us there.

SPEED thy servants, Saviour, speed them,

Thou art Lord of winds and waves; They were bound, but thou hast freed Now they go to free the slaves; [them, Be thou with them, :||:

'Tis thine arm alone that saves.

2 Friends and home and all forsaking,
Lord, they go at thy command;
As their stay thy promise taking,
While they traverse sea and land :
O be with them, :||:

Lead them safely by the hand.

3 Speed them through the mighty ocean,
In the dark and stormy day;
When the waves in wild commotion
Fill all others with dismay,
Be thou with them, :||:
Drive their terrors far away.

4 When they reach the land of strangers,
And the prospect dark appears,
Nothing seen but toils and dangers,
Nothing felt but doubts and fears,
Be thou with them, :||:

Hear their sighs and count their tears.

5 When they think of home, now dearer
Than it ever seemed before,
Bring the promised glory nearer,
Let them see that peaceful shore,
Where thy people :||:

Rest from toil, and weep no more.

6 When no fruit appears to cheer them, And they seem to toil in vain,

Then in mercy, Lord, draw near them, Then their sinking hopes sustain ; Thus supported, :||:

Let their zeal revive again.

7 In the midst of opposition,

Let them trust, O Lord, in thee; When success attends their mission, Let thy servants humbler be; Never leave them, ::

Till thy face in heaven they see

8 There to reap in joy for ever
Fruit that grows from seed here sown,
There to be with him who never
Ceases to preserve his own ;

And with triumph, :||:

Sing a Saviour's grace alone.
Thomas Kelly, 1769-1855.

BLEST be that sacred covenant-love, |
Uniting though we part;

Our bodies may far off remove,

We still are one in heart.

2 Joined in one spirit to our Head,
Where he appoints we go,
And while we in his footsteps tread,
Show forth his praise below.

3 O may we ever walk with him,
And nothing know beside,
Nought else desire, nought else esteem,
But Jesus crucified.

4 Nor joy, nor grief, nor time, nor place,
Nor life, nor death can part
Those who, enjoying Jesus' grace,

In him are one in heart.

5 Soon will he wipe off every tear,
On Canaan's blissful shore,
Where all who friends in Jesus are,
Shall meet to part no more.

Ch. Wesley, 1708-88,

3 'Mid trials, heavy to be borne,

When mortal strength is vain,
A heart with grief and anguish torn,
A body racked with pain,-
Ah, what could give the sufferer rest,
Bid every murmur flee,

But this, the witness in my breast,
My Saviour died for me.

4 And when my Father's voice commands This body to decay,

And life in its last lingering sands
Is ebbing fast away,-

Then, though it be in accents weak,
And faint and tremblingly,

O give me strength in death to speak,
My Saviour died for me.

1212.

Thomas Raffles, 1788-1863.

T. 22.

THOUGH I'm in body full of pain,
My soul doth heavenly comfort gain;
And death itself I need not dread,
Since Jesus suffered in my stead.
2 Yet one thing will I ask of thee:
Never, O Lord, forsake thou me;
But bless me often, keep my mind
Stayed on thy help, to thee resigned:
3 Then I shall be supremely blest,
Nor ask, though sick, to be released;
I'll wait thy time, thy love I feel,
I know thou rulest all things well.
John Cennick, 1718-55.
T. 3.

1213.

O HOW I long to go, and see
The Lamb of God, who died for me,
How do I languish night and day,
To hear him bid me come away.

2 His love to me and mine to him
Constrain me, that I dross esteem
All things but Jesus, whom I prize
Above my life, or earth, or skies.

3 With pining sickness I decay,
Diseases wear my flesh away;
But I shall soon his leave obtain
To be released from all my pain.
4 Quickly, O Lord, thine angels charge
To set my longing soul at large;
Quickly thy blessed hosts command
To carry me to thy right hand.

5 My loving friends, farewell, farewell,
go with Jesus Christ to dwell;
He calls me to my heavenly home,
And "Come in,thou blessed, come."
says,
John Cennick, 1718-55.

THOUSANDS, O Lord of hosts, to-day
'Fore thee to worship meet,
And tens of thousands throng to pay
Their homage at thy feet.

2 The dew lies thick on all the ground: Shall my poor fleece be dry?

The manna rains from heaven around:
Shall I of hunger die?

3 Behold thy prisoner, loose my bands,
If 'tis thy gracious will;
If not, contented in thy hands,
Behold thy prisoner still.

4 I may not to thy courts repair,
Yet here thou surely art;

O give me here a house of prayer,
Here Sabbath-joys impart.

5 To faith reveal the things unseen,
To hope the joys untold;

Let love, without a veil between,
Thy glory now behold.

James Montgomery, 1771-1854.

O JESUS CHRIST, the Holy One,
I long to be with thee;

O Jesus Christ, the lowly One,
Come and abide with me.

2 Now, while the symbols of thy love
Before thy saints are set,

And thou, descending from above,
Their yearning hearts hast met;

3 Come, and o'ershadow with thy power
This lonely heart of mine;
And feed me in this solemn hour

With thine own bread and wine.

4 My meat indeed, my drink indeed,
Art thou, my gracious Lord;
Help then my soul, by faith to feed
On this thy precious word.

5 Till nourished, strengthened, satisfied,
My glad and thankful heart
Forgets the things thou hast denied,
In those thou dost impart.

Mrs. Saxby.

DEATHLESS principle, arise;
Soar, thou native of the skies;
Pearl of price, by Jesus bought,
To his glorious likeness wrougat,
Go, to shine before his throne;
Deck his mediatorial crown;
Go, his triumphs to adorn,
Made for God, to God return.

2 Lo, he beckons from on high!
Fearless to his presence fly;
Thine the merit of his blood,
Thine the righteousness of Gol.
Angels, joyful to attend,

Hovering round thy pillow bend;
Wait to catch the signal given,
And escort thee quick to heaven.

3 Is thine earthly house distressed,
Willing to retain her guest?
'Tis not thou, but she must die;
Fly, celestial tenant, fly,

Burst thy shackles, drop thy clay,
Sweetly breathe thyself away,
Singing, to thy crown remove,
Swift of wing, and fired with love.

4 Shudder not to pass the stream;
Venture all thy care on him,
Him, whose dying love and power
Stilled its tossing, hushed its rear.
Safe is the expanded wave,
Gentle as a summer's eve;
Not one object of his care
Ever suffered shipwreck there.

5 See the haven full in view;
Love divine shall bear thee through;
Trust to that propitious gale,
Weigh thine anchor, spread thy sail.
Saints, in glory perfect made,

Wait thy passage through the shade;
Ardent for thy coming o'er,

See, they throng the blissful shore.

6 Mount, their transports to improve;
Join the longing choir above;
Swiftly to their wish be given;
Kindle higher joy in heaven.
Such the prospects that arise
To the dying Christian's eyes;
Such the glorious vista faith
Opens through the shades of death.

Augustus M. Toplady, 1740-73.

1219.

T. 14. (FOR HOSPITAL SUNDAY.) THINE arm, O Lord, in days of old Was strong to heal and save; It triumphed o'er disease and death, O'er darkness and the grave; To thee they went, the blind, the dumb, The palsied, and the lame, The leper with his tainted life,

The sick with fevered frame.

2 And lo! thy touch brought life & health, Gave speech and strength and sight; And youth renewed, and frenzy calmed, Owned thee, the Lord of light;

And now, O Lord, be near to bless, Almighty as of yore,

In crowded street, by restless couch, As by Gennesareth's shore.

3 Be thou our great Deliverer still,
Thou Lord of life and death;
Restore and quicken, soothe and bless,
With thine almighty breath:

To hands that work and eyes that see,
Give wisdom's heavenly lore,
That whole and sick, and weak & strong,
May praise thee evermore.

Edward Hayes Plumptre, b. 1821.

1220.*

XLIV.

T. 249.

3 Ye, in the wilderness,
Beheld the tempter spoiled,
Well known in every dress,

In every combat foiled:

And joyed to crown-the Victor's head, When Satan fled-before his frown.

4 Around the bloody tree

Ye pressed with strong desire,
That wondrous sight to see,

The Lord of life expire:

And, could your eyes-have known a tear,
Had dropped it there-in sad surprise.

5 Around his sacred tomb
A willing watch ye kept;
Till the blest moment came,
And he arose who slept :

Then rolled the stone,-and all adored
Your rising Lord,-with joy unknown.

6 When all arrayed in light
The shining Conqueror rode,
Ye hailed his rapturous flight
Up to the throne of God:

And waved around-your golden wings, And struck your strings-of sweetest sound.

7 The warbling notes pursue,

And louder anthems raise; While mortals sing with you

Their own Redeemer's praise: And thou, my heart,-with equal flame, And joy the same,-perform thp part!.

Philip Doddridge, 1702-51.