3 If to the right or left I stray,
That moment, Lord, reprove,
And bring me back into the way
From which I dared to move;
Oh! may the least omission pain
My well-instructed soul,
And drive me to that blood again
Which makes the wounded whole.
ESUS, Thy boundless love to me
No thought can reach, no tongue declare;
Oh! knit my thankful heart to Thee,
And reign without a rival there:
Thine, wholly Thine, alone I am,
Be Thou alone my constant flame.
2 Oh! grant that nothing in my soul
May dwell, but Thy pure love alone;
Oh! may Thy love possess me whole,
My joy, my treasure, and my crown:
Strange flames far from my heart remove,
My every act, word, thought, be love.
3 Unwearied may I this pursue;
Dauntless to the high prize aspire;
Hourly within my soul renew
This holy flame, this heavenly fire:
And day and night, be all my care
To guard the sacred treasure there.
4 In suffering be Thy love my peace;
In weakness be Thy love my power;
And when the storm of life shall cease,
Jesus, in that important hour,
In death, as life, be Thou my guide,
And save me, who for me hast died.
To distant climes the tidings bear,
And plant the rose of Sharon there.
2 He'll shield you with a wall of fire,
With holy zeal your hearts inspire;
Bid raging winds their fury cease,
And calm the savage breast to peace.
3 And when our labors all are o'er,.
Then shall we meet to part no more;
Meet with the blood-bought throng to fall,
And crown our Jesus Lord of all.
WATCHMEN, onward to your stations,
Blow the trumpet long and loud;
Preach the Gospel to the nations,
Speak to every gathering crowd.
See the day is breaking,
See the saints awaking,
No more in sadness bowed.
2 Watchmen, hail the rising glory,
Of the great Messiah's reign;
Tell the Saviour's bleeding story,
Tell it to the list'ning train.
See His love revealing,
See the Spirit sealing:
'Tis life among the slain.
3 Watchmen, as the clouds are flying,
As the doves in haste return;
Thousands from amid the dying,
Flee to Christ His love to learn.
All their sighs and sadness
Turn to joy and gladness,
When they His grace
H! may the great Redeemer's name
Through every clime be known;
And heathen gods forsaken fall,
And Jesus reign alone.
2 Heralds of peace, we come, we come,
On love's swift wings we fly;
Ye dead in sin, oh! live-ye dumb,
In hallelujahs cry.
3 From sea to sea, from shore to shore,
May Jesus be adored;
And earth with all her millions shout,
Hosanna to the Lord.
HE Son of God is gone to war,
A kingly crown to gain;
His blood-red banner streams afar :
Who follows in His train?
2 Who best can drink His cup of woe,
And triumph over pain;
Who boldest bears His cross below,
He follows in His train.
3 A glorious band the chosen few,
On whom the Spirit came;
Twelve warrior-saints, the truth they knew,
And braved the cross and flame.
4 They climbed the dizzy steep of heaven,
Through peril, toil, and flame;
O God! to us may grace be given
To follow in His train.
ASTEN, Lord, the glorious time,
When beneath Messiah's sway,
Every nation every clime,
Shall the Gospel call obey.
2 Mightest kings His power shall own, Heathen tribes His name adore; Satan and his hosts o'erthrown,
Bound in chains, shall hurt no more.
3 Then shall wars and tumults cease,
Then be banished grief and pain;
Righteousness, and joy, and peace,
Undisturbed shall ever reign.
4 Bless we then our gracious Lord,
Ever praise His glorious name!
All His mighty acts record,
All His wondrous love proclaim.
ONGS anew of honor framing,
Sing ye to the Lord alone,
All His wondrous works proclaiming,
Jesus wondrous works hath done.
Glorious victory
His right hand and arm hath won.
2 Now He bids His great salvation
Through the heathen lands be told:
Tidings spread through every nation,
And His acts of grace unfold!
All the heathen
Shall His righteousness behold.
HO can tell what notes of sadness
From the hills and valleys rise,
Where no messages of gladness
Echo from the bending skies?
Where in darkness,
Without hope, the sinner dies?
2 Oh! how desolate the dwelling,
Where our God is not revered;
Where no song of praise is swelling,
Nor the voice of prayer is heard;
Where religion's
Cheering rays have disappeared.
3 Where the seeds of sin are growing,
And the paths of folly lie,
Where the streams of death are flowing,
With destruction ever nigh,
Wave its glorious banners high.
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