As ground, when parch'd with summer's heat As the fair flow'r which shuns the golden day At anchor laid, remote from home At length the worst is o'er, and thou art laid Be this your joy; the path you tread Be undismay'd; thy God is present here Blessed, holy, spotless Lamb. Blessed spirit! now at rest Blest Saviour, on my soul impress Blest they who walk with God Breathe thoughts of pity o'er a brother's fall But whence the sudden beam that shoots along Cast down, but not destroy'd, I bless the hand Chase every shade of doubt away PAGE. Christ once, a victor bleeding Clothed with Thy Son, Thou glorious Majesty Come blessed Spirit, Source of light. 80 76 257 Come, holy Spirit, calm my mind Come, Holy Spirit, come Come to Calvary's holy mountain 56 57 21 Conquer in this! though powers of earth and hell. Daughter of Zion, from the dust 314 . 302 Dear is the hallow'd morn to me Death found strange beauty on that cherub brow . 283 . 306 Deathless principle, arise Did Christ o'er sinners weep. Divine Historian of man's heart Dread Omnipresent! who dost dwell Draw near, ye weary, bowed, and broken-hearted. Earth! guard what we commit in holy trust Faith, like a simple unsuspecting child Father of eternal grace Father of light, whose loveliest name is Love Forbid it, Lord, that we Forgive, blest shade, the tributary tear Forsake me not, my God, my heart is sinking From each terrestrial bondage set me free. PAGE . 252 . 207 . 187 Grant me, eternal Lord, Thy light to cheer. . 209 Guard well thy thoughts: our thoughts are heard in heaven 13 Hark! 'tis the breeze of twilight calling He came, the sweet Angel my Father assign'd He that wept, and died to save He was a man of sorrows-He He who for men their surety stood. It rent the vaulted skies . 294 71 Heard'st thou that shout? Heirs of unending life. Help me, my Father, to resign Her angel's face, as the great eye of heaven PAGE. . 79 Holy Redeemer ! born to save Hope, like the glimmering taper's light Hope of the just, how heavenly is thy power Hope thou in God! to a dying hour. Hope, with uplifted foot, set free from earth How cheering the thought that the spirits in bliss. How many blessed groups this hour are bending How strange is heavenly love How sweet the name of Jesus sounds How sweet to the soul are the breathings of peace How sweetly flow'd the Gospel's sound How unlike the man that groan'd on Calvary I bow me low within the Gospel's fane I come my Lord, to offer up to Thee I feel that name my inmost thoughts controul I have called Thee Abba, Father I have no skill the snare to shun I heard a voice of silvery sweetness. I love to think of Heaven, where I shall meet I see the Judge enthron'd! the flaming guard I would, though frail and weak If human kindness meets return If, where around our holiest things . In deep affliction's troubled hour In heaven, that holy happy place In Jesus seen, my God is love In life, in death, a voice is heard In life's closing hour, when the trembling soul flies In suffering be Thy love my peace In sweet servitude and golden bonds In those lone hours when musing grief In vain our fancy strives to paint In youth and beauty's mantling bloom she shone Is it not bliss, where'er the eye can rove Is that a death-bed where the Christian lies It was no path of flowers Jerusalem that is, the new Jerusalem Jesus! how much Thy name unfolds Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness. Keep thy heart pure, seek not the world's applause Lift not thou the wailing voice Light beams upon my inward eye Light for the ancient race Light is the yoke that, lined with love Like morning, when her early breeze Lord, I accept with grateful heart Lighten our darkness, Lord; our eyes are veil'd Like the rivers, time is gliding |