328 2 What I am, as one redeemed, 3 What I hope to be ere long, 4 Then I hope like him to be, Who redeemed his saints from sin, ANCIENT GERMAN HYMN. A-men. CRUSADERS' HYMN. 56,8; 55,8. Arr. R. S. Willis. I FA AIREST Lord Jesus! Ruler of all nature! Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor, Thee, my soul's glory, joy, and crown. 2 Fair are the meadows, Fairer still the woodlands! Robed in the blooming garb of spring; Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer, Who makes the woeful heart to sing. 3 Fair is the sunshine, Fairer still the moonlight, Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer 330 l b RAPHAEL. From Donizetti. ESUS, these eyes have never seen 2 I see thee not, I hear thee not, And earth hath ne'er so dear a spot, 3 Like some bright dream that comes unsought, Thine image ever fills my thought, 4 Yet though I have not seen, and still I love thee, dearest Lord!—and will, 5 When death these mortal eyes shall seal, The rending veil shall thee reveal, THE WARFARE. I. Watts. A-men. AMES. L. M. S. Neukomm. 1 STAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears, March to the gates of endless joy, Where Jesus, thy great Captain 's gone. 331 2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course; But hell and sin are vanquished foes; And sung the triumph when he rose. 3 Then let my soul march boldly on,- 4 There shall I wear a starry crown, While all the armies of the skies Join in my glorious Leader's praise. HYMN OF ZINZENDORF. Tr. J. Borthwick. END. A-men. ZINZENDORF. 55,88,55. A. Drese. D.C. JE ESUS, still lead on Till our rest be won; 2 If the way be drear, If the foe be near, Let not faith and hope forsake us; For, through many a foe, To our home we go! 3 When we seek relief From a long-felt grief; Make us patient and enduring: Show us that bright shore Where we weep no more! 4 Jesus, still lead on, Till our rest be won; A-men. 2 Is not thy name melodious still To mine attentive ear? Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound, 3 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock Hast thou a foe before whose face 4 Would not my heart pour forth its blood And challenge the cold hand of death 5 Thou knowést that I love thee, Lord; Far from the sphere of mortal joys, A-men. |