The Sacred Harp [Machine readable transcription]B.F. White and E.J. KingMichigan State University Libraries, Digital Sources Center.The Library of Congress/Ameritech National Digital Library Competition.Michael Seadle, Michigan State University Libraries, Digital Sources Center.Conversion to TEI.2 conformant markup:Ruth Ann Jones, Michigan State University Libraries, Digital Sources Center.Amy VanceCreation of machine-readable version:Liu HanH. Louise DavisGreta StahlStephanie BourAmy Vanceca. 431 kilobytesMichigan State University Libraries, Digital Sources Center.2001East Lansing, MichiganMichigan State University Libraries, Digital Sources Center.Publicly accessible.URL: http://digital.lib.msu.edu/ssb/sacredharp/harp.htmThe text this electronic edition is based on was published before 1923 and is therefore in the public domain according to U.S. copyright law.The Sacred HarpB.F. White and E.J. King432p.Published by S. C. Collins, for the proprietors: White, Massengale, Hamilton, Ga.1860This work is part of the collection "Shaping the Values of Youth: Sunday School Books in 19th Century America." The copies consulted in the creation of the electronic editions are owned by the Michigan State University Libraries and the Clarke Historical Library at Central Michigan University. The works have been encoded in Tei.2 conformant markup. They are being made publicly accessible as an educational resource.Line breaks have not been retained. All unambiguous end-of-line hyphens have been removed. In the case of unambiguous end-of-line hyphens which divide a word between two pages, the hyphen has been removed and the trailing part of the word has been joined to the last line of the preceding page.Library of Congress Subject Headings. date of changes corrector who made the changes what was done NEW AND MUCH IMPROVED AND ENLARGED EDITION.THESACRED HARP,A COLLECTION OF PSALM AND HYMN TUNES, ODES, AND ANTHEMS,SELECTED FROM THE MOST EMINENT AUTHORS:TOGETHER WITH NEARLY ONE HUNDRED PIECES NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED;SUITED TO MOST METRES, AND WELL ADAPTED TO CHURCHES OF EVERY DENOMINATION, SINGING SCHOOLS, AND PRIVATE SOCIETIES.WITH PLAIN RULES FOR LEARNERS.BY B. F. WHITE & E. J. KING.TO WHICH IS ADDED APPENDIX I.,CONTAINING A VARIETY OFSTANDARD AND FAVORITE TUNES NOT COMPRISED IN THE BODY OF THE WORK,COMPILED BY A COMMITTEE APPOINTED BY"THE SOUTHERN MUSICAL CONVENTION."ALSO,APPENDIX II.,CONTAINING77 PIECES OF NEW COMPOSITION BY DISTINGUISHED WRITERS NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED.PHILADELPHIA:PUBLISHED BY S. C. COLLINS, N. E. CORNER SIXTH AND MINOR STREETS, FOR THE PROPRIETORS, WHITE, MASSENGALE & CO., HAMILTON, GA.1860.ENTERED according to act of Congress, in the year 1860, by B. F. WHITE & E. J. KING, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the Eastern District of PennsylvaniaCOLLINS, PRINTER PREFACE TO THE SACRED HARP.MANY efforts have been made to please the public with a collection of Sacred Music; and none but those who make the effort, know how difficult it is to accomplish this task. The Compiler of this work has spared no labour or pains in trying to accomplish this desirable object, having taught music for the last twenty years, and being necessarily thrown among churches of various denominations, and all the time observing their wants in that of a variety of church music, has in this work endeavoured to supply that deficiency which heretofore existed, by placing all the church music within his reach, in one book. That such a complilation is needed, no person of piety, observation, and taste, will deny. While the churches may be supplied from this work, others have not been forgotten or neglected; a great variety will be found suited to singing-schools, private societies, and family circles; in fact, the Sacred Harp is designed for all classes who sing, or desire to sing. The Compiler has not aimed at greatness or self-aggrandizement, but has desired, in his humble position, to benefit the public in general: and therefore has set out this work in a plain, easy, and familiar style; and having passed the meridian of life, and entirely withdrawn from the business of teaching, is disposed to leave this work as a specimen of his taste, and recommend it to a generous public, praying God that it may answer in full the purposes intended.B. F. WHITE.Hamilton, Harris Co., Georgia. April, 1844.N. B. The Harp is a selection from the most eminent authors now extant; together with nearly one hundred pieces never before published, all of which have been harmonized and arranged under our immediate inspection expressly for this work.B. F. WHITE & E. J. KING.INTRODUCTION.A SINGING SCHOOL, to learn and practise Sacred Music, should be a solemn place--a place of prayer: for it is as solemn a business to learn to sing the praises of God as it is to learn the word of God. A singing-school should be of the same character as a Sabbath-school or a Bible class; it is, in part, of the same class of schools, and should be conducted with the same solemnities. We think it as much the duty of those who have the ability, to learn to sing the praises of God as it is to learn his word; and no parents or guardians, therefore, should consider their religious education, nor that of their children, complete, without a knowledge of sacred music; nor think they are at liberty to sit silent in the sanctuary, to sing or not, as they please. The gift of a talent to sing, implies an obligation to improve it, and not to offer unto the Lord the halt and lame, but to cultivate the voice that they may sing to edification, and not to be an annoyance to every one near them. Sacred music, when sung in a proper style, will generally produce a religious effect in a greater or less degree. We have had the pleasure of seeing, at public rehearsals of sacred music, very deep and strong religious impressions made, not only upon the singers, but upon the congregation: and when such words as"The Lord is in this place,We see his smiling face;Trembling we now adore him;Humbly we bow before him"-- were sung, it seemed that every one present felt their power, and felt something of the majesty of Jehovah. We have known, moreover, very extensive and general revivals of religion commence, and make their first appearance, in singing-schools. But who ever knew such blessings follow when secular music was practised in the school, or when the object of public rehearsal was display? We think it is time the Christian public were awake to their duty on this subject.OF MUSIC IN GENERAL.MUSIC consists of a succession of pleasing sounds, with reference to a peculiar internal sense implanted in us by the Great Author of nature. Considered as a science, it teaches us the just disposition of sounds; and as an art, it enables us to express them with facility and advantage. The tones of music differ from sounds in general, because they vary from each other by fixed intervals, and are measured by certain proportions of time. There is, indeed, in good speaking, a regularity to be observed, which has some resemblance to this art; and to the orator we frequently use the epithet, musical; but the inflections of the voice in speech are more variable, and slide as it were by insensible degrees, and cannot easily be limited to rule; whereas the gradations of musical sounds are exactly ascertained, and are brought to an uniform standard.Music naturally divides itself into Melody and Harmony. Melody is the agreeable effect which arises from the succession of single sounds. Harmony is the pleasing union of several sounds at the same time. Modulation consists in rightly disposing and connecting either the melody of a single part, or the harmony of various parts. The two primary and essential qualities of musical sounds are, relative acuteness or gravity, and proportionate duration. The first property is their relative acuteness or gravity. Bodies of unequal size, length, or tension, emit sounds differing in this respect, and are said to be grave or acute. Human voices differ in this respect, viz., a man's voice is more grave than a woman's; and when the voice moves from a grave to an acute sound, it is said to ascend. Some musicians term it high or low, sharp or flat, grave or acute: any of those terms imply the necessary distinction.The next property is time, or proportional continuance; and here, without varying the acuteness or gravity of a tone, a difference of movement alone may constitute an imperfect species of music, such for example is the drum where the tones are only diversified by the celerity with which they succeed each other. The principal distinction, then, of musical sounds, are time and tune; and to the happy combination of these two qualities, is chiefly to be ascribed the pleasing and endless variety of musical art.RUDIMENTS OF MUSIC.Sample musical scores with commentary.Sample musical scores with commentary.Sample musical scores with commentary.Sample musical scores with commentary.Sample musical scores with commentary.Sample musical scores with commentary.Sample musical scores with commentary.Sample musical scores with commentary.Sample musical scores with commentary.Sample musical scores with commentary.Sample musical scores with commentary.Sample musical scores with commentary.Sample musical scores with commentary.Sample musical scores with commentary.Sample musical scores with commentary.Sample musical scores with commentary.Sample musical scores with commentary.Sample musical scores with commentary.GENERAL OBSERVATIONS.1. PERSONS may be well acquainted with all the various characters in psalmody, (or music;) they may also be able to sing their part in true time, and yet their performance be far from pleasing; if it is devoid of necessary embellishments, their manner and bad expression may conspire to render it disagreeable. A few plain hints, and a few general and friendly observations, we hope, will tend to correct these errors in practising vocal music.2. Care should be taken that all the parts (when singing together) begin upon the proper pitch. If they are too high, difficulty, and perhaps discords, will be the consequence; if too low, dulness and languor. If the parts are not united by their corresponding degrees, the whole piece may be run into confusion and jargon before it ends; and perhaps the whole occasioned by an error of only one semitone in the pitch of one or more of the parts.3. It is by no means necessary, to constitute good singers, that they should sing very loud. Each one should sing so soft as not to drown the teacher's voice, and each part so soft as will admit the other parts to be distinctly heard. If the teacher's voice cannot be heard, it cannot be imitated, (as that is the best way to modulate the voice and make it harmonious;) and if the singers of any one are so loud that they cannot hear the other parts, because of their own noise, the parts are surely not rightly proportioned, and ought to be altered.4. When singing in concert, the bass should be sounded full, bold, and majestic, but not harsh; the tenor regular, firm, and distinct; the counter clear and plain; and the treble soft and mild, but not faint. The tenor and treble may consider the German flute, the sound of which they may endeavour to imitate, if they wish to improve the voice.5. Flat-keyed tunes should be sung softer than sharp-keyed ones, and may be proportioned with a lighter bass; but for sharp-keyed tunes let the bass be full and strong, but never harsh.6. The high notes, quick notes, and slurred notes, of each part, should be sung softer than the low notes, long notes, and single notes, of the same parts. All the notes included by one slur should be sung at one breath, if possible.7. Learners should sing all parts of music somewhat softer than their leaders do, as it tends to cultivate the voice, and gives them an opportunity of following in a piece with which they are not well acquainted; but a good voice may be soon much injured by singing too loud.8. When notes of the tenor fall below those of the bass, the tenor should be sounded strong, and the bass soft.9. While first learning a tune, it may be sung somewhat slower than the true time or mood of time requires, until the notes can be named and truly sounded, without looking on the book.10. Learners are apt to give the first note, where a fuge begins, nearly double the time it ought to have, sounding a crotchet almost as long as a minim in any other part of the tune, which puts the parts in confusion by losing time; whereas the fuges ought to be moved off lively, the time decreasing, (or the notes sung quicker,) and the sound of the engaged part or parts increasing in sound as the others fall in. All solos or fuges should be sung somewhat faster than when all the parts are moving together.11. There are but few long notes in any tune but what might be swelled with propriety. The swell is one of the greatest ornaments of vocal music, if rightly performed. All long notes of the bass should be swelled, if the other parts are singing short or quick notes at the same time. The swell should be struck plain upon the first part of the note, increase to the middle, and then decrease softly, like an echo, or die away like the sound of a bell.12. All notes (except some in syncopation) should be called plainly by their proper names, and fairly articulated; and in applying the words, great care should be taken that they be properly pronounced, and not torn to pieces between the teeth, nor forced through the nose. Let the mouth be freely opened, but not too wide, the teeth a little asunder, and let the sound come from the lungs, and be entirely formed where they should be only distinguished, viz., on the end of the tongue. The superiority of vocal to instrumental music is, that while one only pleases the ear, the other informs the understanding.13. When notes occur one directly above another, (called choosing notes,) and there are several singers on the part where they are, let two sing the lower, while one does the upper notes, and in the same proportion to any other number.14. Your singers should not join in concert, until each class can sing their own part correctly.15. Learners should beat time by a pendulum, or with their teacher, until they can beat regular time, before they attempt to beat and sing both at once; because it perplexes them to beat, name time, and sound the notes at the same time, until they have acquired a knowledge of each by itself.16. Too long singing at a time injures the lungs.** A cold or cough, all kind of spirituous liquors, violent exercise, too much bile on the stomach, long fasting, the veins overcharged with impure blood, &c. &c., are destructive to the voice of one who is much in the habit of singing. An excessive use of ardent spirits will speedily ruin the best voice.17. Some teachers are in the habit of singing too long at a time with their pupils. It is better to sing but only eight or ten tunes at a lesson, or at one time, and inform the learners the nature of the pieces and the manner in which they should be performed; and continue at them until they are understood, than to run over forty or fifty in one evening, and at the end of a quarter of schooling, perhaps few besides the teacher know a flat-keyed tune from a sharp-keyed one, what part of the anthem, &c., requires emphasis, or how to give the pitch of any tune which they have been learning, unless some one inform them. It is easy to name the notes of a tune, but it requires attention and practice to sing them correctly.18. Learners should not be confined too long to the parts that suit their voices best, but should try occasionally the different parts, as it tends greatly to improve the voice, and gives them a knowledge of the connection of the parts, and of harmony as well as melody.* The gentlemen can change from bass to tenor, or from tenor to bass, and the ladies from treble to tenor, &c.19. Learners should understand the tunes well by note, before they attempt to sing them to verses of poetry.20. If different verses are applied to a piece of music while learning, it will give the learners a more complete knowledge of the tune than they can have by confining it always to the same words. Likewise applying different tunes to the same words, will have a great tendency to remove the embarrassment created by considering every short tune as a set piece to certain words or hymns.21. When the key is transposed, there are flats and sharps placed on the stave; and when the mood of time is changed, the requisite characters are placed upon the stave.22. There should not be any noise indulged while singing, (except the music,) as it destroys entirely the beauty of harmony, and renders the performance very difficult, (especially to new beginners;) and if it is designedly promoted, is nothing less than a proof of disrespect in the singers to the exercise, to themselves who occasion it, and to the Author of our existence.23. The apogiatura is placed in some tunes, which may be used with propriety by a good voice; also the trill over some notes; but neither should be attempted by any one until he can perform the tune well by plain notes, (as they add nothing to the time.) Indeed no one can add much to the beauty of a piece by using what are generally termed graces, unless they are in a manner natural to their voice.24. When learning to sing, we should endeavour to cultivate the voice so as to make it soft, smooth, and round: so that, when numbers are performing in concert, there may on each part (as near as possible) appear to be but one uniform voice. Then, instead of confused jargon, it will be more like the smooth vibrations of the violin, or the soft breathings of the German flute. Yet how hard it is to make some believe soft singing is the most melodious; when, at the same time, loud singing is more like the hootings of the midnight bird than refined music.25. The most important ornament in singing is strict decorum, with a heart deeply impressed with the great truth we utter while singing the lines, aiming at the glory of God, and the edification of one another.26. All affectation should be banished, for it is disgusting in the performance of sacred music, and contrary to that solemnity which should accompany an exercise so near akin to that which will, through all eternity, engage the attention of those who walk in climes of bliss.27. The nearest perfection in singing we arrive at, is to pronounce the words* and make the sounds as feeling as if the sentiments and sounds were our own. If singers, when performing a piece of music, could be as much captivated with the words and sounds as the author of the music is when composing it, the foregoing directions would be almost useless; they would pronounce, accent, swell, sing loud and soft where the words require it, make suitable gestures, and add every other necessary grace.28. The great Jehovah, who implanted in our nature the noble faculty of vocal performance, is jealous of the use to which we apply our talents in that particular, lest we use them in a way which does not tend to glorify his name. We should therefore endeavour to improve the talent given us, and try to sing with the spirit and with the understanding, making melody in our hearts to the Lord.* Melody is the agreeable effect which arises from the performance of a single part of music only. Harmony is the pleasing union of several sounds, or the performance of the several parts of music together.* In singing there are a few words which should vary a little from common pronunciation, such as end in i and y; and these should vary two ways. The following method has been generally recommended: In singing, it is right to pronounce majesty, mighty, lofty, &c., something like majestee, mightee, loftee, &c.; but the sense of some other words will be destroyed by this mode of expressing them: such as sanctify, justify, glorify, &c.DICTIONARY OF MUSICAL TERMSAdagio, very slow; the first mood in common time.Allegro, lively, quick; the third mood in common time.Accent, a stress of the voice on a particular note or syllable.Air, the tenor part: the inclination of a piece of music.Alt, high above the stave.Allo, or Altus, high counter.Appetone, between a tone and semitone.Affettuoso, tender; affecting; mournful; plaintive.Andante, moderate.Bass, the lowest part of music; grave; solemn.Bassoon, a kind of wind instrument for bass.Bass Viol, a large, or bass fiddle.Breve, an ancient note, II, equal to two semibreves.Canticles, divine or pious poems; songs.Chant, to sing praises.Chord, a sound; a concord; proportional vibrations.Chorus, all the parts together.Clefs, characters representing particular sounds or degrees.Comma, a small part, as 1-4th, 1-5th, &c. of a tone.Compose, to make tunes, or set notes for music. Concert, many singers or instruments together.Counter, is high treble performed in a female voice.Couplet, both accents tied together in the same measure.Crescendo, increasing in sounds, &c.Da Capo, or D. C., to return and close with the first strain.Diagram, the gamut, or rudiments of music.Diapason, an octave; an eighth degree.Dissonance, discord; disagreement.Duet, two parts only moving together.Diminuendo, diminishing in sound; becoming louder.Forte, or For, full; loud or strong.Fuge, or Fugha, the parts of music following each other in succession.Gamut, the scale, or rudiments of music.Grand, full; great; complete; pleasing.Grave, slow; solemn; mournful; most slowGuido, a direct.Harmony, a pleasing union of sounds.Harmonist, a writer of harmony; a musician.Hexameter, having six lines to a verse.Hautboy, or Hoboy, a kind of wind instrument.Inno, a hymn or song.Intonation, giving the pitch or key of a tune.Interval, the distance between two degrees or sounds.Ionic, light and soft.Keys, the most permanent sounds of the voice or instrument.Key note, the principal or leading note of each octave.Largo, one degree quicker than the second mood in common time.Lima, the difference between major and minor.Linto, slow.Major mode, the sharp key; the great third; high; cheerful.Major chord, an interval having more semitones than a minor chord of the same degrees.Medius, is low treble performed in a man's voice.Moods, certain proportions of time, &c.Modulate, to regulate sounds; to sing in a pleasing mannerMusica, the art of music; the study or science of music.Music, a succession of pleasing sounds; one of the liberal sciences.Necessario, continuing like thorough-bass.Octave, and eighth degree; five tones and two semitones.Organ, the largest of all musical instruments.Pastoral, rural; a shepherd's song; something pertaining to a shepherd.Piano, or Pia, directs the performer to sing soft; a kind of instrument.Pentemeter, five lines to each verse.Pitchpipe, a small instrument for proving sounds.Solo, one part alone.Sonorous, loud and harmonious.Symphony, a piece of music without words, which the instrument plays while the voices rest.Syncope, cut off; disjointed; out of the usual order.Syncopation, notes joined in the same degree in one position.Trill, or Tr., a tune like a shake or roll.Transposition, the changing the place of the key note.Trio, a tune in three parts.Violoncello, a tenor viol, 1-8th above a bass viol.THESACRED HARP.PART I.CONSISTING OF PIECES USED BY WORSHIPPING ASSEMBLIES.BETHEL.C. M.Psalmist, 691st Hymn.1 Oh for a closer walk with God!A calm and heavenly frame!A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb!2 Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord?Where is the soul-refreshing viewOf Jesus and his word?3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd!How sweet their memory still!But now I find an aching voidThe world can never fill4 Return, O Holy Dove, return,Sweet messenger of rest;I hate the sins that made thee mourn,And drove thee from my breast.5 The dearest idol I have known,Whate'er that idol be,Help me to tear it from thy throne,And worship only thee.6 So shall my walk be close with God,Calm and serene my frame;So purer light shall mark the roadThat leads me to the LambAYLESBURY. S. MThe God we worship now,Will guide us till we die:Will be our God while here below,And ours above the sky.WELLS.L. M.Life is the time to serve the Lord,The time t'ensure the great reward;And while the lamp holds out to burn,The vilest sinner may return.FAIRFIELD.C. MCome, humble sinner, in whose breastA thousand thoughts revolve;Come, with your guilt and fear oppress'd,And make this last resolve.Come, with your guilt and fear oppress'd,And make this last resolve.TRIBULATION.C. M.Chapin.Hymn 55, Book 2, Watts.Death, 'tis a melancholy day, To those who have no God,When the poor soul is forced away,To seek her last abode.2 In vain to heaven she lifts her eyes,For guilt, a heavy chain,Still drags her downward from the skies,To darkness, fire, and pain.3 Awake and mourn, ye heirs of hell,Let stubborn sinners fear;You must be driven from earth, and dwellA long FOR EVER there.4 See how the pit gapes wide for you,And flashes in your face;And thou, my soul, look downward tooAnd sing recovering grace.ROCHESTER.C. M.Psalmist, 346th Hymn.Come let us join our cheerful songs,With angels round the throne;Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,But all their joys are one.PROSPECT.L. M. Psalmist, 1072d Hymn.Graham.Why should we start, or fear to die?What tim'rous worms we mortals are!Death is the gate of endless joy,And yet we dread to enter there.NINETY-THIRD PSALM.S. M.Baptist Harmony, p. 121.Chapin.1 Grace! 'tis a charming sound!Harmonious to the ear!Heav'n with the echo shall resound,And all the earth shall hear.2 Grace first contrived the wayTo save rebellious man; And all the steps that grace display,Which drew the wondrous plan.3 Grace first inscribed my nameIn God's eternal book;'Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb,Who all my sorrows took.4 Grace led my roving feetTo tread the heavenly road;And new supplies each hour I meet,While pressing on to God.5 Grace taught my soul to pray,And made my eyes o'erflow;'Twas grace that kept me to this day,And will not let me go.6 Grace all the work shall crown,Through everlasting days;It lays in heaven the topmost stone,And well deserves the praise.WEBSTER.S. M.Psalmist, 767th Hymn.Come, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known;Join in a song with sweet accord,And thus surround the throne.CORINTH.L. M.Psalmist, 554th Hymn.John Massengale.Jesus, and shall it ever be--A mortal man ashamed of thee!Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,Whose glories shine thro' endless days!PETERBOROUGH.C. M.Baptist Harmony, p. 2.Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat,Where Jesus answers prayer;There humbly fall before his feet,For none can perish there.WEEPING SAVIOUR.S. M.Psalmist, 471st Hymn.E. J. King.Did Christ o'er sinners weep?And shall our cheeks be dry?Let floods of penitential griefBurst forth from every eye.ABBEVILLE.S. M.Psalmist, 362d Hymn.E. J. King.Come, Holy Spirit, come,With energy divine,And on this poor benighted soul,With beams of mercy shine.HAMILTON.L. M.Zion Songster, p. 222.B. F. White.Come, all who love the Lord indeed,Who are from sin and bondage freed;Submit to all the ways of God,And walk the narrow happy road.BLEEDING SAVIOUR.C. M.Psalmist, 472d Hymn.Z. Chambless.Alas! and did my Saviour bleed,And did my Sovereign die?Would he devote that sacred headFor such a worm as I?AUGUSTA.C. M. D.Psalmist, 248th Hymn.T. W. Carter.1 O for a shout of sacred joyTo God, the sovereign King!Let every land their tongues employ,And hymns of triumph sing.2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high;His heavenly guards around Attend him rising through the sky,With trumpet's joyful sound.3 While angels shout and praise their King,Let mortals learn their strains;Let all the earth his honours sing;O'er all the earth he reigns.4 Speak forth his praise with awe profoundLet knowledge guide the song;Nor mock him with a solemn soundUpon a thoughtless tongue.AMERICA.S. M.Psalmist, 183d Hymn.Whitmore.My soul, repeat his praise,Whose mercies are so great;Whose anger is so slow to rise,So ready to abate.NINETY-FIFTH.C. M.Psalmist, 1156th Hymn.Colton.When I can read my title clearTo mansions in the skies,I'll bid farewell to every fear,And wipe my weeping eyes.CHINA.C. M.Psalmist, 1092d Hymn.Why should we mourn departing friends,Or shake at death's alarms?'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends,To call them to his arms.LIVERPOOL.C. M.Mercer's Cluster, p. 146.M. C. H. Davis.1 Young people all, attention give, And hear what I shall say;I wish your souls with Christ to live,In everlasting day.2 Remember you are hast'ning onTo death's dark, gloomy shade;Your joys on earth will soon be gone,Your flesh in dust be laid.WINTER.C. M.His hoary frost, his fleecy snow,Descend and clothe the ground;The liquid streams forbear to flow,In icy fetters bound.WINDHAM.L. M.Read.Psalmist, 686th Hymn.Broad is the road that leads to death,And thousands walk together there;But wisdom shows a narrow path,With here and there a traveller.DETROIT.C. MDo not I love thee, O my Lord?Behold my heart, and see,And turn each cursed idol out,That dares to rival thee.WATCHMAN.S. M.Meth. H. B. 149.A charge to keep I have,A God to glorify,A never dying soul to save,And fit it for the sky.LENOX.P. M.Edson.Baptist Harmony, p.356.Blow ye the trumpet, blow,The gladly solemn sound,Let all the nations know,To earth's remotest bounds,The year of jubilee is come,The year of jubilee is come;Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.INVITATION.C. M.Baptist Harmony, p. 247.E. J. King.Come, humble sinner, in whose breast A thousand thoughts revolve;Come, with your guilt and fear oppress'd,And make this last resolve,And make this last resolve,Come, with your guilt and fear oppress'd,And make this last resolve.CLAMANDA.L. M. D.Say, now, ye lovely, social band,Who walk the way to Canaan's land;Ye who have fled from Sodom's plain,Say, do you wish to turn again?Oh! have you ventured to the field,Well arm'd, with helmet, sword, and shield?And shall the world, with dread alarms,Compel you now to ground your arms?PRIMROSE HILL.C. M.Psalmist, 1156th HymnWhen I can read my title clearTo mansions in the skies,I'll bid farewell to every fear,And wipe my weeping eyes.I'll bid farewell to every fear,I'll bid farewell to every fear,And wipe my weeping eyes.THE CONVERTED THIEF.C. M. D.Mercer's Cluster, p. .1 As on the cross the Saviour hung,And wept, and bled, and died;He pour'd salvation on a wretchThat languish'd at his side.His crimes, with inward grief and shame,The penitent confess'd;Then turn'd his dying eyes to Christ,And thus his prayer address'd:2 "Jesus, thou Son and heir of heav'n!Thou spotless Lamb of God!I see thee bathed in sweat and tears,And welt'ring in thy blood.Yet quickly from these scenes of wo,In triumph thou shalt rise;Burst through the gloomy shades of death,And shine above the skies."Amid the glories of that world,Dear Saviour, think on me, And in the victories of thy death,Let me a sharer be."His prayer the dying Jesus hears,And instantly replies,--"To-day thy parting soul shall beWith me in Paradise."NEW BRITAIN.C. M.Baptist Harmony, p. 123.1 Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound)That saved a wretch like me!I once was lost, but now am found,Was blind, but now I see.2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,And grace my fears relieved:How precious did that grace appear,The hour I first believed!3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares,I have already come;'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,And grace will lead me home.4 The Lord has promised good to me,His word my hope secures;He will my shield and portion be,As long as life endures.5 Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,And mortal life shall cease,I shall possess, within the veil,A life of joy and peace.6 The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,The sun forbear to shine;But God, who call'd me here below,Will be for ever mine.SUPPLICATION.L. M.Psalmist, 467th Hymn.51st Psalm, Watts.O Thou who hear'st when sinners cry,Tho' all my crimes before thee lie,Behold them not with angry look,But blot their mem'ry from thy book.DUBLINC. M.Lord, what is man, poor feeble man?Born of the earth at first;His life a shadow, light and vain,Still hast'ning to the dust.HANOVER.C. M.Baptist Harmony, p. 247.Come, humble sinner, in whose breastA thousand thoughts revolve,Come, with your guilt and fear oppress'd,And make this last resolve.PRIMROSE.C. M.Hymn 88, B 2, Watts.Chapin.1 Salvation! Oh, the joyful sound!'Tis pleasure to our ears;A sovereign balm for every woundA cordial for our fears.2 Buried in sorrow and in sin,At hell's dark door we lay,But we arise by grace divine,To see a heav'nly day.3 Salvation! let the echo flyThe spacious earth around,While all the armies of the skyConspire to raise the sound.IDUMEA.S. M.Meth. H. B. p. 231.Davison.And am I born to die?To lay this body down?And must my trembling spirit flyInto a world unknown?DEVOTION.L. M.Sweet is the day of sacred rest,No mortal care shall seize my breast.O may my heart in tune be found,Like David's harp of solemn sound.KEDRON.L. M.Dare.Thou Man of grief, remember me;Thou never canst thyself forgetThy last expiring agonyThy fainting pangs and bloody sweat.OLD HUNDRED.L. M.O come, loud anthems let us sing,Loud thanks to our Almighty King;For we our voices high should raise,When our salvation's Rock we praise.MEAR.C. M.Will God for ever cast us off?His wrath for ever smokeAgainst the people of his love,His little chosen flock?CONSOLATION.C. M.Hymn 6, B. 2, Watts.Dean.1 Once more, my soul, the rising daySalutes thy waking eyes;Once more, my voice, thy tribute payTo him that rules the skies.2 Night unto night his name repeats,The day renews the sound,Wide as the heav'n on which he sits,To turn the seasons round.3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame,My tongue shall speak his praise;My sins would rouse his wrath to flame,And yet his wrath delays.4 On a poor worm thy pow'r might tread,And I could ne'er withstand;Thy justice might have crush'd me dead,But mercy held thine hand.5 A thousand wretched souls are fled,Since the last setting sun,And yet thou length'nest out my thread,And yet my moments run.6 Dear God, let all my hours be thine,Whilst I enjoy the light,Then shall my sun in smiles declineAnd bring a pleasant night.DISTRESS.L. M.Psalmist, 1088th Hymn.So fades the lovely blooming flow'r,Frail, smiling solace of an hour;So soon our transient comforts fly,And pleasure only blooms to die.TENNESSEEC. M.Baptist Harmony, p. 227.1 Afflictions, though they seem severe,Are oft in mercy sent,They stopp'd the prodigal's career,And caused him to repent.2 Although he no relenting feltTill he had spent his store,His stubborn heart began to meltWhen famine pinch'd him sore.3 What have I gain'd by sin, he said,But hunger, shame, and fear?My father's house abounds with bread,Whilst I am starving here.4 I'll go and tell him all I've done,Fall down before his face,Not worthy to be call'd his son,I'll ask a servant's place.5 He saw his son returning back,He look'd, he ran, he smiled,And threw his arms around the neckOf his rebellious child.Father, I've sinn'd, but O forgive!And thus the father said:Rejoice, my house! my son's alive,For whom I mourn'd as dead.7 Now let the fatted calf be slain,Go spread the news around,My son was dead, but lives again,Was lost, but now is found.8 'Tis thus the Lord himself reveals,To call poor sinners home;More than the father's love he feels,And bids the sinner come.ALBION.S. M.Psalmist, 767th Hymn.Boyd.Come, ye that love the Lord,And let your joys be known;Join in a song with sweet accord,And thus surround the throne.CHARLESTOWN.8, 7.Mercy, O thou Son of David,Thus poor blind Bartimeus pray'd;Others by thy grace are saved,Now to me afford thine aid.JERUSALEM.L. M.Baptist Harmony, p. 70.1 Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone,He whom I fix my hopes upon;His track I see, and I'll pursueThe narrow way till him I view.CHORUS.I'm on my journey home, to the new Jerusalem.So fare you well,I am going home.2 The way the holy prophets went;The road that leads from banishment;The King's highway of holiness,I'll go, for all his paths are peace.3 This is the way I long have sought,And mourn'd because I found it not;My grief a burden long has been,Because I was not saved from sin.4 The more I strove against its power,I felt its weight and guilt the more,Till late I heard my Saviour say,"Come hither, soul, I AM THE WAY."5 Lo! glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb,Shalt take me to thee, whose I am;Nothing but sin have I to give,Nothing but love shall I receive.6 Then will I tell to sinners round,What a dear Saviour I have found;I'll point to thy redeeming blood,And say, "Behold the way to God!"GEORGIA.C. M.Return, O God of love, return,Earth is a tiresome place;How long shall we, thy children, mournOur absence from thy face?IMANDRA NEW.11s.Dover Selection, p. 196.Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand,When we must be parted from this social band:Our several engagements now call us awayOur parting is needful, and we must obey.PARIS.L. M.This spacious earth is all the Lord's,And men, and worms, and beasts, and birds;He rais'd the buildings on the seas,And gave it for their dwelling-place.VERNON.L. M.Come, O thou traveller unknown,Whom still I hold, but cannot see;My company before is gone,And I am left alone with thee:With thee, all night, I mean to stay,And wrestle till the break of day.SALEM.C. M.Dossey's Choice, p. 58.1 How sweet the name of Jesus soundsIn a believer's ear;It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,And drives away his fear.And drives away his fear.It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,And drives away his fear.2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,And calms the troubled breast;'Tis manna to the hungry soul,And to the weary rest.And to the weary rest.'Tis manna to the hungry soul,And to the weary rest.3 Dear name! the rock on which I build,My shield and hiding-place;My never-failing treasury, fill'dWith boundless stores of grace.4 Jesus! my shepherd, husband, friend,My prophet, priest, and king;My Lord, my life, my way, my end,Accept the praise I bring.5 Weak is the effort of my heart,And cold my warmest thought;But when I see thee as thou art,I'll praise thee as I ought.6 Till then I would thy love proclaimWith every fleeting breath;And may the music of thy nameRefresh my soul in death.CHRISTIAN SOLDIER.C. M.Psalmist, 721st Hymn.F. Price.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 skiesOn flow'ry beds of ease,While others fought to win the prize,And sail'd 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 see the triumph from afar,And seize it with their eye.6 When that illustrious day shall rise,And all thine armies shineIn robes of victory through the skies,The glory shall be thine.PISGAH.C. M.Baptist Harmony, p. 250.Lowig.Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend,As such I look to thee;Now in the bowels of thy love,O Lord, remember me!O Lord, remember me!O Lord, remember me!Now in the bowels of thy love,O Lord, remember me.HOLY MANNA.8, 7.Baptist Harmony, p. 1.More.1 Brethren, we have met to worship,And adore the Lord our God;Will you pray with all your power,While we try to preach the word?All is vain, unless the SpiritOf the Holy One come down;Brethren, pray, and holy mannaWill be shower'd all around.2 Brethren, see poor sinners round you,Trembling on the brink of wo;Death is coming, hell is moving,--Can you bear to let them go?See our fathers, see our mothers,And our children sinking down;Brethren, pray, and holy mannaWill be shower'd all around.3 Sisters, will you join and help us?Moses' sisters aided him;Will you help the trembling mourners,Who are struggling hard with sin?Tell them all about the Saviour,Tell them that he will be found;Sisters, pray, and holy mannaWill be shower'd all around.4 Is there here a trembling jailer,Seeking grace, and fill'd with fears?Is there here a weeping Mary,Pouring forth a flood of tears?Brethren, join your cries to help them;Sisters, let your prayers abound;Pray, O pray that holy mannaMay be scatter'd all around.5 Let us love our God supremely,Let us love each other too;Let us love and pray for sinners,Till our God makes all things new:Then he'll call us home to heaven,At his table we'll sit down;Christ will gird himself, and serve usWith sweet manna all around.PORTUGAL.L. M.Thorley.1 How pleasant, How divinely fair,O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are!With long desire my spirit faints,To meet th'assemblies of thy saints.2 My flesh would rest in thine abode,My panting heart cries out for God;My God! my King! why should I beSo far from all my joys and thee!3 Blest are the souls that find a placeWithin the temple of thy grace;There they behold thy gentler rays,And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.4 Blest are the men whose hearts are setTo find the way to Zion's gate;God is their strength; and through the roadThey lean upon their helper, God.5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength,Till all shall meet in heav'n at length,Till all before thy face appear,And join in nobler worship there.SWEET RIVERS.C. M.Baptist Harmony, p. 468.More.Sweet rivers of redeeming love,Lie just before mine eye,Had I the pinions of a dove,I'd to those rivers fly;I'd rise superior to my pain,With joy outstrip the wind,I'd cross o'er Jordan's stormy waves,And leave the world behind.PARTING HAND.L. M.Baptist Harmony, p. 447.1 My Christian friends, in bonds of love,Whose hearts in sweetest union join,Your friendship's like a drawing band,Yet we must take the parting hand.2 Your company's sweet, your union dear,Your words delightful to my earYet when I see that we must part,You draw like cords around my heart.3 How sweet the hours have pass'd away,Since we have met to sing and pray;How loath we are to leave the placeWhere Jesus shows his smiling face.4 Oh, could I stay with friends so kind,How would it cheer my drooping mind!But duty makes me understand,That we must take the parting hand.5 And since it is God's holy will,We must be parted for a while,In sweet submission, all as one,We'll say, our Father's will be done.6 My youthful friends, in Christian ties,Who seek for mansions in the skies,Fight on, we'll gain that happy shore,Where parting will be known no more.7 How oft I've seen your flowing tears,And heard you tell your hopes and fears!Your hearts with love were seen to flame,Which makes me hope we'll meet again.8 Ye mourning souls, lift up your eyesTo glorious mansions in the skies;O trust his grace--in Canaan's landWe'll no more take the parting hand9 And now, my friends, both old and young,I hope in Christ you'll still go on;And if on earth we meet no more,O may we meet on Canaan's shore.10 I hope you'll all remember me,If you on earth no more I see;An interest in your prayers I crave,That we may meet beyond the grave.11 O glorious day! O blessed hope!My soul leaps forward at the thought,When, on that happy, happy land,We'll no more take the parting hand.12 But with our blessed, holy Lord,We'll shout and sing with one accord;And there we'll all with Jesus dwell,So, loving Christians, fare you well.CORONATION.C. M.All hail the power of Jesus' name,Let angels prostrate fall;Bring forth the royal diadem,And crown him Lord of all.Bring forth the royal diadem,And crown him Lord of all.NASHVILLE.8, 8, 6.Johnson.The Lord into his garden come,The spices yield a rich perfume,The spices yield a rich perfume,The lilies grow and thrive;Refreshing showers of grace divine,From Jesus flow to every vine,From Jesus flow to every vine,Which make the dead revive.SWEET PROSPECT.C. M.Psalmist, 1173d Hymn.On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,And cast a wishful eye,To Canaan's fair and happy land,Where my possessions lie.Oh the transporting, rapturous scene,That rises to my sight,Sweet fields array'd in living green,And rivers of delight.KINGWOOD.8, 8, 6.Humphreys.My days, my weeks, my months, my years,Fly rapid as the whirling spheres,Around the steady pole;Time, like the tide, its motion keeps,And I must launch thro' endless deeps,Where endless ages roll.2 The grave is near the cradle seen,How swift the moments pass between!And whisper, as they fly,Unthinking man, remember this,Though fond of sublunary bliss,That you must groan and die.3 My soul, attend the solemn call,Thine earthly tent must shortly fall,And thou must take thy flightBeyond the vast expansive blue,To sing above, as angels do,Or sink in endless night.COLUMBUS.C. M.Mercer's Cluster, p. 388.1 Oh, once I had a glorious viewOf my redeeming Lord;He said, I'll be a God to you,And I believed his word.But now I have a deeper strokeThan all my groanings are;My God has me of late forsook,--He's gone, I know not where.2 Oh what immortal joys I felt,On that celestial day,When my hard heart began to melt,By love dissolved away!But my complaint is bitter now,For all my joys are gone;I've stray'd!--I'm left!--I know not how:The light's from me withdrawn.3 Once I could joy the saints to meet,To me they were most dear;I then could stoop to wash their feet,And shed a joyful tear:But now I meet them as the rest,And with them joyless stay;My conversation's spiritless,Or else I've naught to say.4 I once could mourn o'er dying men,And long'd their souls to win;I travail'd for their poor children,And warn'd them of their sin:But now my heart's so careless grown,Although they're drown'd in vice,My bowels o'er them cease to yearn--My tears have left mine eyes.5 I forward go in duty's way,But can't perceive him there;Then backwards on the road I stray,But cannot find him there:On the left hand, where he doth work,Among the wicked crew,And on the right, I find him not,Among the favour'd few.6 What shall I do?--shall I lie down,And sink in deep despair?Will he for ever wear a frown,Nor hear my feeble pray'r?No: he will put his strength in me,He knows the way I've stroll'd;And when I'm tried sufficiently,I shall come forth as gold.SALEM.L. M.Meth. H. B. p. 455, and Psalmist, 232d Hymn.He dies, the Friend of sinners dies!Lo, Salem's daughters weep around;A solemn darkness veils the skies,A sudden trembling shakes the ground.MIDDLEBURY.6, 6, 9.Meth. Hymn Book, p. 357.Come away to the skies,My beloved, arise,And rejoice in the day thou wast born;On this festival day,Come exulting away,And with singing to Zion return.MINISTER'S FAREWELL.C. M.1 Dear friends, farewell! I do you tell,Since you and I must part;I go away, and here you stay,But still we're join'd in heart.Your love to me has been most free,Your conversation sweet;How can I bear to journey whereWith you I cannot meet!2 Yet do I find my heart inclinedTo do my work below:When Christ doth call, I trust I shallBe ready then to go.I leave you all, both great and small,In Christ's encircling arms,Who can you save from the cold grave,And shield you from all harms.3 I trust you'll pray, both night and day,And keep your garments white,For you and me, that we may beThe children of the light.If you die first, anon you must,The will of God be done;I hope the Lord will you reward,With an immortal crown.4 If I'm call'd home whilst I am gone,Indulge no tears for me;I hope to sing and praise my King,To all eternity.Millions of years over the spheresShall pass in sweet repose,While beauty bright unto my sightThy sacred sweets disclose.5 I long to go,--then farewell, wo,My soul will be at rest;No more shall I complain or sigh,But taste the heavenly feast.O may we meet, and be complete,And long together dwell,And serve the Lord with one accord;And so, dear friends, farewell!RHODE ISLAND8, 8, 6.Meth. Hymn Book, p. 107Thou great, mysterious God unknown,Whose love hath gently led me on,E'en from my infant days;My inmost soul expose to view,And tell me if I ever knewThy justifying grace.LEANDER.C. MAustin.My soul forsakes her vain delight,And bids the world farewell,Base as the dirt beneath thy feet,And mischievous as hell.No longer will I ask your love,Nor seek your friendship more;The happiness that I approveIs not within your pow'r.THE WEARY SOULS.C. M.Zion Songster, p. 117.J. T. White.Ye weary, heavy-laden souls,Who are oppress'd and sore,Ye travellers thro' the wildernessTo Canaan's peaceful shoreTho' chilling winds and beating rains,And waters deep and cold,And enemies surrounding us,Take courage and be bold.BELLEVUE.11s.Mercer's Cluster, p. 411.Z. Chambless.How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,Is laid for your faith in his excellent word,What more can he say, than to you he hath said,You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled.CUSSETA.L. M.Psalmist, 484th Hymn.Jno. Massengale.Show pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive,Let a repenting rebel live;Are not thy mercies large and free?May not a sinner trust in thee?ARLINGTON.C. M.Jesus, with all thy saints aboveMy tongue would bear her part;Would sound aloud thy saving love,And sing thy bleeding heart.THE INQUIRER.C. M.Psalmist, 552d Hymn.B. F. White.I'm not ashamed to own my Lord,Or to defend his cause,Maintain the honour of his word,The glory of his cross.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.KING OF PEACE.7s.Baptist Harmony, p. 329.F. Price.Lord, I cannot let thee go,Till a blessing thou bestow:Do not turn away thy face,Mine's an urgent, pressing case.PARADISE.C. M1 There is a land of pure delight,Where saints immortal reign;Infinite day excludes the night,And pleasures banish pain,And pleasures banish pain.2 There everlasting spring abides,And never-withering flowers;Death, like a narrow sea, dividesThis heavenly land from ours.3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling floodStand dress'd in living green;So to the Jews old Canaan stood,While Jordan roll'd between.4 But timorous mortals start and shrink,To cross this narrow sea;And linger, shivering, on the brink,And fear to launch away.5 Oh! could we make our doubts remove,Those gloomy doubts that rise,And see the Canaan that we loveWith unbeclouded eyes!6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,And view the landscape o'er,Not Jordan's stream nor death's cold floodShould fright us from the shore.HOLINESS.6 Lines, 7s.Zion Songster, p. 7.E. J. King.Daniel's wisdom may I know,Stephen's faith and spirit show;John's divine communion feel,Moses' meekness, Joshua's zeal;Run like the unwearied Paul,Win the day and conquer all.DESIRE FOR PIETY.Baptist Harmony, p. 479.B. F. White.'Tis my desire with God to walk,Till the warfare is over, hallelujah.And with his children pray and talk,Till the warfare is over, hallelujah.CHORUS.Cry Amen, pray on till the warfare is over, hallelujah.THE CHILD OF GRACE.C. M. DMercer's Cluster, p. 246.E. J. King.How happy's every child of grace,Who feels his sins forgiven;This world, he cries, is not my place,I seek a place in heaven.A country far from mortal sight,Yet, oh! by faith I seeThe land of rest, the saints' delight,A heaven prepared for me.TALBOTTON.7s.Baptist Harmony, p. 141.E. J. King.Hark! my soul, it is the Lord;'Tis the Saviour, hear his word!Jesus speaks, he speaks to thee--Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me?THE HEBREW CHILDREN.B. F. White.1 Where are the Hebrew children?Safe in the promised land.Tho' the furnace flamed around them,God, while in their troubles, found them,He with love and mercy bound them,Safe in the promised land.2 Where are the twelve apostles?Safe in the promised land.They went up through pain and sighing,Scoffing, scourging, crucifying,Nobly for their Master dying,Safe in the promised land.3 Where are the holy martyrs?Safe in the promised land.They went up through flaming fire,Trusting in their great Messiah,Who by grace will raise them higher,Safe in the promised land.4 Where are the holy Christians?Safe in the promised land.Those who've wash'd their robes, and made themWhite and spotless pure, and laid themWhere no earthly stain can fade them,Safe in the promised land.THE OLD SHIP OF ZION.Thomas W. Carter.1 What ship is this that will take us all home,Oh! glory, hallelujah!And safely land us on Canaan's bright shore?Oh! glory, hallelujah!CHORUS.Oh! the old ship of Zion, hallelu', hallelu',Oh! the old ship of Zion, hallelujah!2 The winds may blow and the billows may foam, Oh! &c.But she is able to land us all home. Oh, &c.Oh! the old ship, &c.3 She landed all who are gone before, Oh! &c.And yet she's able to land still more. Oh! &c.Oh! the old ship, &c.4 No wrecks on sand-bars or dangers attend, Oh! &c.For Jesus is our Captain and Friend. Oh! &c.Oh! the old ship, &c.5 She's waiting now for a heavenward gale, Oh! &c.Methinks I see her now hoisting her sail. Oh! &c.Oh! the old ship, &c.6 Her sails are spread, see how swiftly she moves, Oh! &c.Her landing harbour is Heaven above. Oh! &c.Oh! the old ship, &c.7 What will the glad Christians do when above, Oh! &c.They'll shout, they'll sing, they'll be wrapt up in love. Oh! &c.Oh! the old ship, &c.8 Should you arrive there then before I do, Oh! &c.Inform them that I am coming there too. Oh! &c.Oh! the old ship, &c.9 If I arrive there then before you do, Oh! &c.I'll tell them that you are coming up too. Oh! &c.Oh! the old ship, &c.SHOUTING SONG.7 & 8.B. F. WhiteJesus, grant us all a blessing,Shouting, singing, send it down;Lord, above may we go praying,And rejoicing in thy love.CHORUS.Shout, O glory! sing glory, hallelujah!I'm going where pleasure never dies.SERVICE OF THE LORDE. J. King.1 Farewell, vain world, I'm going home;I am bound to die in the army.My Saviour smiles and bids me come;I am bound to die in the army.CHORUS.I am bound to live in the service of my Lord,I am bound to die in the army.2 Sweet angels beckon me away;I am bound to die in the army.To sing God's praise in endless day;I am bound to die in the army.BEACH SPRING.8, 8, 7.B. F. White.Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched,Weak and wounded, sick and sore;Jesus ready stands to save you,Full of pity, join'd with power.He is able,He is willing, doubt no more,He is able,He is willing, doubt no more.COOKHAM.7s.Psalmist, 207th Hymn.Hark! the herald angels sing,"Glory to the new-born King;Peace on earth, and mercy mild;God and sinners reconciled."BOUND FOR CANAAN. Mercer's Cluster, p. 356.E. J. King.O when shall I see Jesus,And reign with him above?And from the flowing fountain,Drink everlasting love?CHORUS.I'm on my way to Canaan, I'm on my way to Canaan,I'm on my way to Canaan,To the New Jerusalem.EDGEFIELD.8s.J. T. White.How tedious and tasteless the hoursWhen Jesus no longer I see!Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers,Have lost all their sweetness to me,Have lost all their sweetness to me.VALE OF SORROW.P. M.Baptist Harmony, p. 448.B. F. White.While in this vale of sorrow,I travel on in pain;My heart is fix'd on Jesus,I hope the prize to gain;But when I come to bid adieuTo those I dearly love,My heart is often melted--It is the grief of love.HARRIS.C. M.Zion Songster, p. 140.J. T. White.In evil long I took delight,Unawed by shame or fearTill a new object struck my sight,And stopp'd my wild career.MOUNTVILLE.7, 6.1 Throughout our wide-spread union,What cheering scenes arise--The temp'rance flag is wavingWhere'er we turn our eyes.Bright in the south 'tis floating,The north has raised it high,The east and west unfurl it,In glory to the skies.2 Ten thousand times ten thousandAround her banner stand,Resolved to drive intemp'ranceFrom our beloved land.From every rolling river,From city, town, and plain--The cry is heard, DeliverFrom rum's destructive reign.3 What, though the gifts of HeavenOn every hand abound,And God's abundant blessingOur dear-loved nation crown--In vain, with lavish'd kindness,Do all these blessings come,While drunkards, in their blindness,Bow down, the slaves of rum.4 Shall we, whose souls are lightedWith ardour from on high,--Shall we, to men benighted,The helping hand deny;No, no! our tongues, unceasing,Deliverance shall proclaim,Till not one erring mortalShall bear the drunkard's shame.5 Waft, waft, ye winds, the story,And you, ye waters, roll,Till, like a sea of glory,It spreads from pole to pole,--Till the last wretched drunkardHis liberty shall gain,And temp'rance, all-victorious,Throughout the nation reign.THE MORNING TRUMPET.B. F. White.O when shall I see Jesus,And reign with him above,And shall hear the trumpet sound in that morning.And from the flowing fountain,Drink everlasting love,And shall hear the trumpet sound in that morning.When shall I be deliveredFrom this vain world of sin?And shall hear the trumpet sound in that morning.And with my blessed Jesus,Drink endless pleasures in?And shall hear the trumpet sound in that morning.CHORUS.Shout, O glory! for I shall mount above the skies,When I hear the trumpet sound in that morning.2 But now I am a soldier,My Captain's gone before;He's given me my orders,And bids me ne'er give o'er;His promises are faithful--A righteous crown he'll give,And all his valiant soldiersEternally shall live.Shout, &c.3 Through grace I feel determinedTo conquer, though I die,And then away to Jesus,On wings of love I'll fly:Farewell to sins and sorrow,I bid them both adieu!And O, my friends, prove faithful,And on your way pursue.Shout, &c.4 Whene'er you meet with troublesAnd trials on your way,Then cast your care on Jesus,And don't forget to pray.Gird on the gospel armourOf faith, and hope, and love,And when the combat's ended,He'll carry you above.Shout, &c.5 O do not be discouraged,For Jesus is your friend;And if you lack for knowledge,He'll not refuse to lend.Neither will he upbraid you,Though often you request.He'll give you grace to conquer,And take you home to rest.Shout, &c.LITTLE CHILDREN.8, 7T. W. Carter.Come, little children, now we mayPartake a little morsel,For little songs and little waysAdorn'd a great apostle.A little drop of Jesus' bloodCan make a feast of union;It is by little steps we moveInto a full communion.SWEET CANAANZion Songster, p. 271.E. J. King.Oh who will come and go with me?I am bound for the land of Canaan.I'm bound fair Canaan's land to see,I am bound for the land of Canaan.CHORUS.O! Canaan, sweet Canaan,I'm bound for the land of Canaan,Sweet Canaan, 'tis my happy home;I am bound for the land of Canaan. I'll join with those who're gone before,I am bound for the land of Canaan.Where sin and sorrow are no more,I am bound for the land of Canaan.DONE WITH THE WORLD.L. M.B. F. White.Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone,And I don't expect to stay much longer here.He whom I fix my hopes upon,And I don't expect to stay much longer here.CHORUS.I am done with the world, and I want to serve the Lord,And I don't expect to stay much longer here.MOUNT ZION.C. M.Meth. Hymn Book, p. 7.J. Massengale.O for a thousand tongues to singMy great Redeemer's praise,The glories of my God and King,The triumphs of his grace.CHORUS.O Christians, praise him,Methinks I hear the gospel soundingFor more volunteers.THE CHURCH'S DESOLATION.J. T. White.1 Well may thy servants mourn, my God,The church's desolation;The state of Zion calls aloudFor grief and lamentation.Once she was all alive to thee,And thousands were converted;But now a sad reverse we see,Her glory is departed.2 Her pastors love to live at ease,They covet wealth and honour;And while they seek such things as these,They bring reproach upon her.Such worthless objects they pursueWarmly and undiverted;The church they lead and ruin too--Her glory is departed.3 Her private members walk no moreAs Jesus Christ has taught them;Riches and fashion they adore,With these the world has bought them.The Christian name they still retainAbsurdly and false-hearted;And while they in the church remain,Her glory is departed.4 And has religion left the church,Without a trace behind her?Where shall I go, where shall I search,That I once more may find her?Adieu, ye proud, ye light and gay,I'll seek the broken-hearted,Who weep when they of Zion say,Her glory is departed.5 Some few, like good Elijah, stand,While thousands have revolted,In earnest for the heavenly land;They never yet have halted.With such, religion doth remain,For they are not perverted;O may they all through them regainThe glory that's departed.LOOK OUT.P. M.B. F. White.My brethren all, on you I call,Arise and look around you.How many foes, bound to oppose,Who're waiting to confound you!The gospel calls on Zion's walls,Shake off your sleep and slumber;Arise and pray, we'll win the day,Tho' we are few in number.CHURCH TRIUMPHANT.Dover Selection, p. 77.T. W. Carter.Head of the church triumphant,We joyfully adore thee:Till thou appear, thy members here,Shall sing like those in glory.We lift our hearts and voices,With blest anticipation,And cry aloud, and give to GodThe praise of our salvation,And cry aloud, and give to GodThe praise of our salvation.BURK.7, 6.B. F. WhiteThe glorious light of ZionIs spreading far and wide;And sinners now are comingUnto the gospel tide.The glory of King JesusTriumphant doth arise,And sinners crowd around itWith bitter groans and cries.CHORUS.To see the saints in glory,And the angels stand inviting,And the angels stand inviting,To welcome sinners home.FROZEN HEART.L. M.E. J. King.Lord, shed a beam of heavenly day,To melt this stubborn stone away;And thaw, with rays of love divine,This heart, this frozen heart of mine,This heart, this frozen heart of mine,This heart, this frozen heart of mine.OAK BOWERY.L. M. 6 lines.Meth. Hymn Book, p. 181.T. W. Carter.Would Jesus have the sinner die?Why hangs he then on yonder tree?What means that strange expiring cry?Sinner, he prays for you and me."Father forgive them, O forgive!They know not that by me they live,They know not that by me they live."AITHLONE.8, 8, 6.O thou, that hear'st the pray'r of faith,Wilt thou not save a soul from death,That casts itself on thee?I have no merit of my own,But fly to what my Lord hath done,And suffer'd once for me.HAPPY MATCHES.8, 8, 6, or C. P. M.Psalmist, 1143d Hymn.B. F. White & King.1 When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt comeTo take thy ransom'd people home,Shall I among them stand?Shall such a worthless worm as I,Who sometimes am afraid to die,Be found at thy right hand?2 I love to meet thy people now,Before thy feet with them to bow,Though vilest of them all;But--can I bear the piercing thought?--What if my name should be left out,When thou for them shalt call?3 O Lord, prevent it by thy grace;Be thou my only hiding-place,In this th' accepted day;Thy pardoning voice, O, let me hear,To still my unbelieving fear,Nor let me fall, I pray.4 And when the final trump shall sound,Among thy saints let me be found,To bow before thy face:Then in triumphant strains I'll sing,While heaven's resounding mansions ringWith praise of sovereign grace.WILL YOU GO?B. F. White.1 We're travelling home to heaven above,Will you go? will you go?To sing our Saviour's dying love,Will you go?Our sun shall then no more go down,Our moon shall be no more withdrawn,Our days of mourning past and gone,Will you go?2 We're going to reap the great reward,Will you go?Which Jesus Christ for us prepared,Will you go?A rich supply of milk and wine,And everlasting joys divine,And robes that will the sun outshine,Will you go?3 We are going to strike the golden lyre,Will you go?And shout in strains of heavenly fire,Will you go?And sing our God's redeeming grace,And see our Saviour face to face,And evermore we'll shout his grace;Will you go?4 We're going to walk in plains of light,Will you go?Where endless day excludes the night,Will you go?There crowns of glory we shall wear,And palms of victory ever bear,And all the joys of heaven shall share;Will you go?DULL CARE.E. J. King.1 Why should we at our lots complain,Or grieve at our distress;Some think if they could riches gain,They'd gain true happiness.Ah! we're much to blame,We're all the same--Alike we're made of clay:Then, since we have a Saviour dear,Let's drive all cares away.2 Why should the rich despise the poor?Why should the poor repine?A little time will make us allIn equal friendship join.Ah! we're much to blame,--We're all the same,--Alike, we're made of clay:Then, since we have a Saviour dear,Let's drive all cares away.3 The only circumstance of lifeThat ever I could findTo soften cares and temper strifeWas a contented mind:When we've this in store,We have much moreThan wealth could e'er convey:Then, since we have a Saviour dear,Let's drive all cares away.4 When age, old creeping age comes on,And we are young no more--Let's all repent the sins we've done,Nor grieve that youth is o'er;More faithful beThan formerly,And constantly to pray:--Then, since we have a Saviour dearLet's drive all cares awayGOSPEL TRUMPETE. J. King.Hark how the gospel trumpet sounds!Thro' all the world the echo bounds;And Jesus, by redeeming blood,Is bringing sinners home to God,And guides them safely by his word,To endless day.THE BOWER OF PRAYER.11s.E. J. King.1 To leave my dear friends, and with neighbours to part,And go from my home, it afflicts not my heart,Like thoughts of absenting myself for a dayFrom that bless'd retreat, where I've chosen to pray,Where I've chosen to pray.2 Dear bower, where the pine and the poplar have spread,And wove with their branches a roof o'er my head;How oft have I knelt on the evergreen there,And pour'd out my soul to my Saviour in prayer,To my Saviour in prayer.3 The early shrill notes of the loved nightingale,That dwelt in my bower, I observed as my bell,To call me to duty, while birds of the airSang anthems of praises, as I went to prayer, As I went to prayer.4 How sweet were the zephyrs perfumed by the pine,The ivy, the balsam, and wild eglantine;But sweeter, ah! sweeter, superlative wereThe joys I have tasted in answer to prayer, In answer to prayer.5 For Jesus, my Saviour, oft deign'd there to meet,And bless'd with his presence my humble retreat;Oft fill'd me with rapture and blessedness there,Indicting, in heaven's own language, my prayer, Own language my prayer.6 Dear bower, I must leave you and bid you adieu,And pay my devotion in parts that are new;For Jesus, my Saviour, resides everywhere,And can in all places give answer to prayer, Give answer to prayer.CANAAN'S LAND.C. M. D.Zion Songster, p. 155.E. J. King.Oh for a breeze of heavenly love,To waft my soul awayTo that celestial world above,Where pleasures ne'er decay!Eternal Spirit, deign to beMy pilot here below,To steer through life's tempestuous sea,Where stormy winds do blow.HOLY CITY.7, 6.Zion Songster, p. 140.B. F. White.There is a holy city,A happy world above,Beyond the starry regions,Built by the God of love.An everlasting temple,And saints array'd in white;They serve their great Redeemer,And dwell with him in light.FULFILMENT.9, 8.Zion Songster, p. 129.E. J. King.See how the Scriptures are fulfilling,Poor sinners are returning home.The time that prophets were foretelling,With signs and wonders now is come.The gospel trumpets now are blowingFrom sea to sea, from land to land;God's Holy Spirit down is pouring,And Christians joining heart and hand.ANIMATION.C. M.Mercer's Cluster, p. 477.And let this feeble body fail,And let it faint or die;My soul shall quit this mournful vale,And soar to worlds on high.And soar to worlds on high,And soar to worlds on high,My soul shall quit this mournful vale,And soar to worlds on high.THE LOVELY STORY.8s.Mercer's Cluster, p. 56.E. J. King.1 A story most lovely I'll tell,Of Jesus, (O wondrous surprise!)He suffer'd the torments of hell,That sinners, vile sinners, might rise.He left his exalted abode,When man by transgression was lost,Appeasing the wrath of a God:He shed forth his blood as the cost.2 Oh! did my dear Jesus thus bleed,And pity a ruin'd, lost race?Oh, whence did such mercy proceed,Such boundless compassion and grace?His body bore anguish and pain,His spirit most sunk with the load,A short time before he was slain,His sweat was as great drops of blood.3 Oh, was it for crimes I had done,The Saviour was hail'd with a kiss,By Judas the traitor alone?Was ever compassion like this?The ruffians all join'd in a band,Confined him, and led him away;The cords wrapp'd around his sweet hands--Oh, sinners, look at him, I pray.REDEMPTION.6, 5.Leonard P. Breedlove.Come, friends and relations,Let's join hearts and hands,--The voice of the turtleIs heard in our land;Let's all walk together,And follow the sound,And march to the placeWhere redemption is found.TURN, SINNER, TURN.E. J. King.To-day, if you will hear his voice,Now is the time to make your choice;Say, will you to mount Zion go?Say, will you have this Christ, or no?CHORUS.Oh! turn, sinner, turn,May the Lord help you turn!Oh! turn, sinner, turn,Why will you die?ECSTASY.T. W. Carter.1 Oh when shall I see Jesus,And reign with him above?And from the flowing fountain,Drink everlasting love?When shall I be deliver'dFrom this vain world of sin?And with my blessed Jesus,Drink endless pleasures in.CHORUS.Oh! had wings I would fly away and be at rest,And I'd praise God in his bright abode.2 But now I am a soldier,My Captain's gone before;He's given me my orders,And bids me ne'er give o'er;His promises are faithful--A righteous crown he'll give,And all his valiant soldiersEternally shall live.3 Through grace I feel determinedTo conquer, though I die,And then away to Jesus,On wings of love I'll fly:Farewell to sin and sorrowI bid them both adieu!And oh, my friends, prove faithful,And on your way pursue.4 Whene'er you meet with troublesAnd trials on your way,Then cast your care on Jesus,And don't forget to pray.Gird on the gospel armourOf faith, and hope, and love,And when the combat's ended,He'll carry you above.5 Oh do not be discouraged,For Jesus is your friend;And if you lack for knowledge,He'll not refuse to lend.Neither will he upbraid you,Though often you request,He'll give you grace to conquerAnd take you home to rest.PLEASANT GROVE.L. M.Psalmist, 934th Hymn.J. T. White.1 Here, in thy name, eternal God,We build this earthly house for thee;Oh, choose it for thy fix'd abode,And guard it long from error free!2 Here, when thy people seek thy face,And dying sinners pray to live;Hear thou, in heaven, thy dwelling-place,And when thou hearest, Lord, forgive.3 Here, when thy messengers proclaimThe blessed gospel of thy Son,Still by the power of his great nameBe mighty signs and wonders done.4 When children's voices raise the song,Hosanna! to their heavenly King,Let heaven with earth the strain prolongHosanna! let the angels sing.5 But will, indeed, Jehovah deignHere to abide, no transient guest?Here will our great Redeemer reign,And here the Holy Spirit rest?6 Thy glory never hence depart,Yet choose not, Lord, this house alone;Thy kingdom come to every heart;In every bosom fix thy throne.NIGHT WATCHMAN7s.Psalmist, 893d Hymn.T. W. Carter.1 Watchman! tell us of the night,What its signs of promise are?Trav'ler! o'er yon mountain's height,See that glory-beaming star.2 Watchman! does its beauteous rayAught of hope or joy foretell?Trav'ler! yes; it brings the day,Promised day of Israel.3 Watchman! tell us of the night;Higher yet that star ascends.Trav'ler! blessedness and light,Peace and truth, its course portends.4 Watchman! will its beams aloneGild the spot that gave them birth?Trav'ler! ages are its own;See! it bursts o'er all the earth.5 Watchman! tell us of the night,For the morning seems to dawn.Trav'ler! darkness takes its flight;Doubt and terror are withdrawn.6 Watchman! let thy wanderings cease;Hie thee to thy quiet home.Trav'ler! lo! the Prince of Peace,Lo! the Son of God is come!CARNSVILLE.P. M.Zion Songster, p. 78.E. J. King.1 I love my blessed Saviour,I feel I'm in his favour,And I am his forever,If I but faithful prove;And now I'm bound for Canaan,I feel my sins forgiven,And soon shall get to heaven,To sing redeeming love.2 Poor sinners may deride me,And unbelievers chide me,But nothing shall divide meFrom Jesus, my best friend.Supported by his power,I long to see the hourThat bids my spirit tower,And all my troubles end.3 The pleasing time is hast'ning,My tott'ring frame is wasting,Whilst I'm engaged in praising,Impelled by his love.When yonder shining orders,Who sing on Canaan's borders,Shall bear me to the Lord there,To praise his name above.MOUNT VERNON.L. M. D.What solemn sound the ear invades,What wraps the land in sorrow's shade?From heaven the awful mandate flies,The Father of his country dies.Where shall our country turn its eye,What help remains beneath the sky?Our friend, protector, strength, and trust,Lies low and mould'ring in the dust.CONCORD.L. M.T. W. Carter.1 With thankfulness we will adoreThe God of heaven evermore,For laying out the blessed way,Which we are called to obey.O glory, glory! hallelujah!'Tis a bright and shining way. O glory!2 He sent his pure and lovely Son,In whom this glorious work begun;But through the cruelty of man,They took his life to stop the plan.O glory, glory! hallelujah!Stop this work they never can. O glory!3 Thus God in mercy opes to meThe way of life and liberty;He gives me strength to bear the cross,And count all earthly things but dross.O glory, glory! hallelujah!Peace and love come by the cross. O glory!4 Then come, ye sinners, to the Lord,Believe on him, believe his word,Obey his call, all sin reject,This love will all your souls protect.O glory, glory! hallelujah!Love will all our souls protect. O glory!5 Then heaven's joys we all shall feel;Be fill'd with life, and love, and zeal,And glory in each heart shall dwell,Which mortal's tongue can never tell.O glory, glory! hallelujah!Angel's tongue would fail to tell. O glory!SANDTOWN.C. M.Baptist Harmony, p. 223.T. W. Carter.Urg'd by compassion, I look roundUpon my fellow clay;See men reject the gospel sound,Good God, what shall I say?My bowels yearn o'er dying men,Doom'd to eternal wo.Fain would I speak, but all is vain,Except the Lord speak too. THE PRODIGAL SON.C. M.Baptist Harmony, p. 227.E. J. King.1 Afflictions, though they seem severe,Are oft in mercy sent;They stopp'd the prodigal's career,And caused him to repent.CHORUS.Oh! I die with hunger, here, he cries,Oh! I die with hunger, here, he cries,And starve in a foreign land;My father's house hath large supplies,And bounteous are his hands.2 Although he no relenting feltTill he had spent his store,His stubborn heart began to melt,When famine pinch'd him sore.3 What have I gain'd by sin, he saidBut hunger, shame, and fear?My father's house abounds with bread,Whilst I am starving here.4 I'll go and tell him all I've done,Fall down before his face;Not worthy to be called his son,I'll ask a servant's place.5 He saw his son returning back,He look'd, he ran, he smiled,And threw his arms around the neckOf his rebellious child.SUFFIELD.C. M.Psalmist, 1055th Hymn.Teach me the measure of my days,Thou Maker of my frame,I would survey life's narrow space,And learn how frail I am.THE MIDNIGHT CRY.7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 7.Baptist Harmony, p. 483.1 When the midnight cry began,O what lamentation,Thousands sleeping in their sins,Neglecting their salvation.Lo, the bridegroom is at hand,Who will kindly treat him?Surely all the waiting bandWill now go forth to meet him.2 Some, indeed, did wait a while,And shone without a rival;But they spent their seeming oilLong since the last revival.Many souls who thought they'd light,Oh, when the scene was closed,Now against the Bridegroom fight,And so they stand opposed.CREATION.7, 6.Z. Chambless.When Adam was created,He dwelt in Eden's shade,As Moses hath related,Before a bride was made.Ten thousand times ten thousandOf creatures swarm'd around,Before a bride was formed,Or any mate was found.UNION.P. M.Zion Songster, p. 54.E. J. King.1 Come, brothers and sisters who love one another,And have done for years that are gone;How often we've met him in sweet, heavenly union,Which opens the way to God's throne.With joy and thanksgiving we'll praise him who loved us,While we run the bright, shining way;Though we part here in body, we're bound for one glory,And bound for each other to pray.2 There was Joshua and Joseph, Elias and Moses,That pray'd, and God heard from his throne;There was Abraham, and Isaac, and Jacob, and David,And Solomon, and Stephen, and John;There was Simeon, and Anna, and I don't know how many,That pray'd as they journey'd along;Some cast among lions, some bound with rough irons,--Yet glory and praises they sung.3 Some tell us that praying, and also that praisingIs labour that's all spent in vain;But we have such a witness that God hears with swiftness,From praying we will not refrain.There was old father Noah, and ten thousand more,Who witness'd that God heard them pray;There was Samuel, and Hannah, Paul, Silas, and Peter,And Daniel, and Jonah, we'll say.4 That God, by his Spirit, or an angel doth visitTheir souls and their bodies while praying;Shall we all go fainting, while they all go praising,And glorify God in the flame?God grant us to inherit the same praying spirit,While we are a journeying below,That when we cease praying, we shall not cease praisingBut round God's bright throne we shall bow.JORDAN'S SHORE.C. M.Psalmist, 1173d Hymn.J. T. White.1 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,And cast a wishful eye,On the other side of Jordan, hallelujah.To Canaan's fair and happy land,Where my possessions lie.On the other side of Jordan, hallelujah.CHORUS.On the other side of Jordan, hallelujah,On the other side of Jordan, hallelujah.2 Oh the transporting, rapt'rous scene,That rises to my sight!On the other side of Jordan, hallelujah.Sweet fields, array'd in living green,And rivers of delight.On the other side of Jordan, hallelujah.3 O'er all those wide-extended plainsShines one eternal day;There God the Son for ever reignsAnd scatters night away.4 No chilling winds, nor pois'nous breathCan reach that healthful shore;Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,Are felt and fear'd no more.5 When shall I reach that happy place,And be forever blest?When shall I see my Father's face,And in his bosom rest?6 Fill'd with delight my raptured soulWould here no longer stay;Though Jordan's waves should round me roll,I'd fearless launch away.BALL HILL.8, 7.J. W. Davis.Come, thou Fount of every blessing,Tune my heart to sing thy grace;Streams of mercy, never ceasing,Call for songs of loudest praise.CHORUS.Sinners, come unto the Saviour;Don't you see that God is good?His arms are open to receive you,Taste and see that God is love.THE MANY WANTS.11s.Zion Songster, p. 22.J. T. White.How happy, how joyful, how lovely I feel!I want to feel more love, yea, more love and zeal.I want my love perfect, I want my love pure,That all things with patience I well may endure.LUMPKIN.7, 6.Zion Songster, p. 107.J. T. White.Sometimes a light surprisesThe Christian while he sings:It is the Lord, who risesWith healing in his wings.When comforts are declining,He grants the soul againA season of clear shining,To cheer it after rain.FLORENCE.C. M.Dr. T. W. Carter.Not many years their rounds shall roll,Each moment brings it nigh,Ere all its glories stand reveal'd,To our admiring eye.Ye wheels of nature, speed your course,Ye mortal pow'rs, decay;Fast as ye bring the night of death,Ye bring eternal day.ALL IS WELL.P. M.J. T. White.1 What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame!Is it death? is it death?That soon will quench, will quench this mortal flame.Is it death? is it death?If this be death, I soon shall beFrom ev'ry pain and sorrow free,I shall the King of glory see.All is well! All is well!2 Weep not, my friends, my friends weep not for me,All is well! All is well!My sins forgiv'n, forgiv'n, and I am free,All is well! All is well!There's not a cloud that doth arise,To hide my Jesus from my eyes,I soon shall mount the upper skies.All is well! All is well!3 Tune, tune your harps, your harps ye saints on high.All is well, All is well!I too will strike my harp with equal joy.All is well, All is well!Bright angels are from glory come,They're round my bed, they're in my room,They wait to waft my spirit home.All is well, All is well!4 Hark! hark! my Lord, my Lord and Master's voice,Calls away, Calls away!I soon shall see--enjoy my happy choice,Why delay, Why delay?Farewell, my friends, adieu, adieu.I can no longer stay with you,My glittering crown appears in view.All is well, All is well!5 Hail! hail! all hail! ye blood-wash'd throng,Saved by grace, Saved by grace--I come to join, to join your rapturous song,Saved by grace, Saved by grace!All, all is peace and joy divine,And heaven and glory now are mine,Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb!All is well, All is well!THE DYING CHRISTIAN.11, 8.Mercer's Cluster, p. 456.E. J. King.Ye objects of sense, and enjoyments of time,Which oft have delighted my heart,I soon shall exchange you for views more sublime,For joys that shall never depart.CROSS OF CHRIST.C. M. D.L. P. Breedlove.The cross of Christ inspires my heart,To sing redeeming grace;Awake, my soul, and bear a part,In my Redeemer's praise.Oh, who can be compar'd to himWho died upon the tree?This is my dear delightful theme,That Jesus died for me.IRWINTON.C. M.Dr. T. W. Carter.What poor, despised companyOf travelers are these,That walk in yonder narrow way,Along the rugged maze?Ah! they are of a royal line,All children of a King;Heirs of immortal crowns divine,And loud for joy they sing.EXPRESSION.11s.Zion Songster, p. 261.Oh, Jesus, my Saviour, I know thou art mine;For thee all the pleasures of earth I resign.Of objects most pleasing, I love thee the best;Without thee I'm wretched, but with thee I'm bless'd.BABEL'S STREAMS.C. M.By Babel's streams we sat and wept,While Zion we thought on;Amidst thereof we hung our harps,The willow trees upon.With all the power and skill I have,I'll gently touch each string;If I can reach the charming sound,I'll tune my harp again.GREEN FIELDS.8s.Baptist Harmony, p. 1931 How tedious and tasteless the hours,When Jesus no longer I see;Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow'rs,Have lost all their sweetness to me.The midsummer sun shines but dim,The fields strive in vain to look gay,But when I am happy in him,December's as pleasant as May.2 His name yields the richest perfume,And sweeter than music his voice;His presence disperses my gloom,And makes all within me rejoice;I should, were he always thus nigh,Have nothing to wish or to fear;No mortal as happy as I,My summer would last all the year.3 Content with beholding his face,My all to his pleasure resign'd;No changes of season or placeWould make any change in my mindWhile bless'd with a sense of his love,A palace a toy would appear,And prisons would palaces prove,If Jesus would dwell with me there.4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine,If thou art my sun and my song,Say, why do I languish and pine,And why are my winters so long?Oh, drive these dark clouds from my sky,Thy soul-cheering presence restore;Or take me unto thee on high,Where winter and clouds are no more.THE PROMISED LAND.C. M.Meth. H. B. p. 471.Miss M. Durham.On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,And cast a wishful eyeTo Canaan air and happy land,Where my possessions lie.CHORUS.I am bound for the promised land,I'm bound for the promised land,Oh, who will come and go with me?I am bound for the promised land.HEAVENLY ARMOUR.Baptist Harmony, p. 463.And if you meet with troublesAnd trials on the way,Then cast your care on Jesus,And don't forget to pray.Gird on the heav'nly armourOf faith, and hope, and love;And when the combats ended,He'll take you up above.MILLENNIUM.12, 12, 12, 13.Zion Songster, p. 53.The time is soon coming, by the prophets foretold,When Zion in purity, the world shall behold.When Jesus' pure testimony will gain the day,Denominations, selfishness, will vanish away.MESSIAH.C. M.He comes! he comes! to judge the world,Aloud th' archangel cries,While thunders roll from pole to pole,And lightnings cleave the skies;Th'affrighted nations hear the sound,And upward lift their eyes;The slumb'ring tenants of the groundIn living armies rise.INVOCATION.7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 7, 7, 6.Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,Thy better portion trace,Rise from transitory things,To heav'n, thy native place.Sun, and moon, and stars decay,Time shall soon this earth remove,Rise, my soul, and haste away,To seats prepared above.EXULTATION.6, 6, 9Humphreys.1 Come away to the skies,My beloved, arise,And rejoice in the day thou wast born:On this festival day,Come exulting away,And with singing to Zion return.2 We have laid up our love And our treasure above,Though our bodies continue below,The redeem'd of the Lord Will remember his word,And with singing to paradise go.3 Now with singing and praise, Let us spend all the days,By our heavenly Father bestow'd,While his grace we receive From his bounty, and liveTo the honour and glory of God.4 For the glory we were First created to share,Both the nature and kingdom divine!Now created again That our souls may remain,Throughout time and eternity thine.5 We with thanks do approve, The design of that loveWhich hath join'd us to Jesus's name;So united in heart, Let us never more part,Till we meet at the feast of the Lamb.6 There, Oh! there at his feet, We shall all likewise meet,And be parted in body no more;We shall sing to our lyres, With the heavenly choirs,And our Saviour in glory adore.7 Hallelujah we sing, To our Father and King,And his rapturous praises repeat;To the Lamb that was slain, Hallelujah again,Sing, all heaven, and fall at his feet.MISSIONARY HYMN.7, 6.Baptist Harmony, p. 338.1 From Greenland's icy mountains,From India's coral strand;Where Afric's sunny fountainsRoll down their golden sand;From many an ancient river,From many a pamy plain.They call us to deliverTheir land from error's chain.2 What though the spicy breezesBlow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,Though every prospect pleases,And only man is vile;In vain, with lavish kindness,The gifts of God are strown;The heathen, in his blindness,Bows down to wood and stone.3 Shall we, whose souls are lightedWith wisdom from on high,Shall we, to men benighted,The lamp of life deny?Salvation! O salvation!The joyful sound proclaim,Till earth's remotest nationHas learn'd Messiah's name.4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,And you, ye waters, roll,Till, like a sea of glory,It spreads from pole to pole;Till o'er our ransom'd nature,The Lamb for sinner's slain,Redeemer, King, Creator,In bliss returns to reign.THE CHRISTIAN'S HOPE.8, 8, 8, 6, 8, 8, 8, 6.Dover Sel. p. 173.1 A few more days on earth to spend,And all my toils and cares shall end,And I shall see my God and friend,And praise his name on highNo more to sigh nor shed a tear,No more to suffer pain or fear;But God, and Christ, and heav'n appear,Unto the raptured eye.2 Then, O my soul, despond no more:The storm of life will soon be o'er,And I shall find the peaceful shoreOf everlasting rest.O happy day! O joyful hour!When, freed from earth, my soul shall tow'rBeyond the reach of Satan's pow'r,To be forever blest.3 My soul anticipates the day,--I'll joyfully the call obey,Which comes to summon me awayTo seats prepared above.There I shall see my Saviour's face,And dwell in his beloved embrace,And taste the fulness of his grace,And sing redeeming love.4 Though dire afflictions press me sore,And death's dark billows roll before,Yet still by faith I see the shoreBeyond the rolling flood:The banks of Canaan, sweet and fair,Before my raptured eyes appear:It makes me think I'm almost there,--In yonder bright abode.5 To earthly cares I bid farewell,And triumph over death and hell,And go where saints and angels dwell,To praise th' Eternal Three.I'll join with those who're gone before,Who sing and shout their sufferings o'er,Where pain and parting are no more,To all eternity.6 Adieu, ye scenes of noise and show,And all this region here below,Where naught but disappointments grow--A better world's in view.My Saviour calls! I haste away,I would not here for ever stay;Hail! ye bright realms of endless day,Vain world, once more adieu.OLNEY.8, 7.Chapin.Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing,Tune my heart to sing thy grace:Streams of mercy never ceasing,Call for songs of loudest praise.Teach me some melodious sonnet,Sung by flaming tongues above.Praise the mount, O fix me on it,Mount of thy unchanging love.MORALITY.10, 11, 11.1 While beauty and youth are in their full prime,And folly and fashion affect our whole time;O let not the phantom our wishes engage;Let us live so in youth that we blush not in age.2 The vain and the young may attend us a while,But let not their flatt'ry our prudence beguile;Let us covet those charms that shall never decay,Nor listen to all that deceivers can say.3 I sigh not for beauty, nor languish for wealth,But grant me, kind Providence, virtue and health;Then, richer than kings, and far happier than they,My days shall pass swiftly and sweetly away.4 For when age steals on me, and youth is no more,And the moralist Time shakes his glass at my door,What pleasure in beauty or wealth can I find?My beauty, my wealth, is a sweet peace of mind.5 That peace! I'll preserve it as pure as 'twas given,Shall last in my bosom an earnest of heaven;For virtue and wisdom can warm the cold scene,And sixty can flourish as gay as sixteen.6 And when I the burden of life shall have borne,And death with his sickle shall cut the ripe corn,Reascend to my God without murmur or sigh,I'll bless the kind summons, and lie down and die.LIBERTY.C. M.No more beneath th' oppressive handOf tyranny we groan,Behold the smiling, happy land,Behold the smiling, happy land,That freedom calls her own.That freedom calls her own.SOLITUDE IN THE GROVE.C. M.Oh, were I like a feather'd dove,And innocence had wings,I'd fly and make a long removeFrom all these restless things.Let me to some wild desert go,And find a peaceful home,Where storms of malice never blow,And sorrows never come.ELYSIAN.7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7.Baptist Harmony, p. 471.1 Burst, ye emerald gates, and bringTo my raptured visionAll th' ecstatic joys that springRound the bright elysian.Lo, we lift our longing eyes,Burst, ye intervening skies,Sun of righteousness arise,Ope the gates of paradise.2 Floods of everlasting lightFreely flash before him;Myriads, with supreme delight,Instantly adore him:Angel trumps resound his fame,Lutes of lucid gold proclaimAll the music of his name,Heav'n echoing with the theme.3 Four-and-twenty elders riseFrom their princely station;Shout his glorious victories,Sing the great salvation;Cast their crowns before his throne,Cry, in reverential tone,Glory give to God alone;"Holy, holy, holy One!"4 Hark! the thrilling symphoniesSeem, methinks, to seize us!Join we too their holy lays,Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!Sweetest sound in seraphs' songSweetest notes on mortal tongueSweetest carol ever sung--Jesus, Jesus, roll alongSWEET SOLITUDE.L. M.1 Hail, solitude! thou gentle queen,Of modest air and brow serene!'Tis thou inspires the poet's theme,Wrapp'd in sweet vision's airy dream;Wrapp'd in sweet vision's airy dream,Wrapp'd in sweet vision's airy dream.2 Parent of virtue! muse of thought!By thee are saints and patriots taught;Wisdom to thee her treasures owes,And in thy lap fair science grows.3 Whate'er's in thee refines and charms,Excites to thought, to virtue warms;Whate'er is perfect, firm, and good,We owe to thee, sweet solitude.4 With thee the charms of life shall last,E'en when the rosy bloom is past;When slowly pacing Time shall spreadThy silver blossoms o'er my head.5 No more with this vain world perplex'd,Thou shalt prepare me for the next:The spring of life shall gently cease,And angels waft my soul to peace.COMPLAINER.7, 6.1 I am a great complainer, that bears the name of Christ;Come, all ye Zion mourners, and listen to my cries;I've many sore temptations, and sorrows to my soul;I feel my faith declining, and my affections cold.2 I wish it was with me now, as in the days of old,When the glorious light of Jesus was flowing in my soulBut now I am distressed, and no relief can find,With a hard, deceitful heart, and a wretched, wandering mind.3 It is great pride and passion beset me on my way,So I am fill'd with folly, and so neglect to pray;While others run rejoicing, and seem to lose no time,I am so weak I stumble, and so I'm left behind.4 I read that peace and happiness meet Christians in their way,That bear their cross with meekness, and don't neglect to pray;But I, a thousand objects beset me in my way,So I am fill'd with folly, and so neglect to pray.STRATFIELD.C. M.Psalmist, 1073d Hymn.Through ev'ry age, eternal God,Thou art our rest, our safe abode;High was thy throne ere heav'n was made,Or earth thy humble footstool laid.High was thy throne ere heav'n was made,Or earth thy humble footstool laid.PLEYEL'S HYMN SECOND.C. M.While thee I seek, protecting Pow'r,Be my vain wishes still'd,And may this consecrated hourWith better hopes be fill'd.Thy love the pow'r of thought bestow'd,To thee my thoughts would soar;Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd,That mercy I adore.JUBILEE.P. M.1 Hark! the jubilee is sounding,O the joyful news is come;Free salvation is proclaimedIn and through God's only Son:Now we have an invitationTo the meek and lowly Lamb.Glory, honour, and salvation;Christ, the Lord, is come to reign.2 Come, dear friends, and don't neglect it,Come to Jesus in your prime;Great salvation, don't reject it,O receive it, now's your time;Now the Saviour is beginningTo revive his work again.Glory, honour, &c.3 Now let each one cease from sinning,Come and follow Christ the way;We shall all receive a blessing,If from him we do not stray;Golden moments we've neglected,Yet the Lord invites again!Glory, honour, &c.4 Come, let us run our race with patienceLooking unto Christ the Lord,Who doth live and reign for ever,With his Father and our God;He is worthy to be praised,He is our exalted King.Glory, honour, &c.5 Come, dear children, praise your Jesus,Praise him, praise him evermore,May his great love now constrain usHis great name for to adore;O then let us join together,Crowns of glory to obtain.Glory, honour, &c.WARRENTON.8, 7.Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing,Tune my heart to sing thy grace;Streams of mercy never ceasing,Call for songs of loudest praise.CHORUS.I am bound for the kingdom,Will you go to glory with me?Hallelujah, praise the Lord.SWEET AFFLICTION.8, 7.Rippon's Hymns, p. 541.In the floods of tribulation,While the billows o'er me roll,Jesus whispers consolation,And supports my fainting soul.Hallelujah, Hallelujah,Hallelujah, praise the Lord.Hallelujah, Hallelujah,Hallelujah, praise the Lord.HALLELUJAH.C. M.Dover Selection, p. 159.And let this feeble body fail,And let it faint and die;My soul shall quit this mournful vale,And soar to worlds on high.CHORUS.And I'll sing hallelujah,And you'll sing hallelujah,And we'll all sing hallelujah,When we arrive at home.WASHINGTON.L. M.Psalmist, 64th Hymn.Munday.Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord,Help us to feed upon thy word;All that has been amiss forgive,And let thy truth within us live.Though we are guilty, thou art good,Wash all our works in Jesus' bloodGive every fetter'd soul release,And bid us all depart in peace.Give every fetter'd soul release,And bid us all depart in peace.JEFFERSON.8, 7.Glorious things of thee are spoken,Zion, city of our God!He whose word can ne'er be broken,Form'd thee for his own abode.On the Rock of ages founded,Who can shake thy sure repose?With salvation's wall surrounded,Thou mayst smile at all thy foes.THE TRUMPET.12s.J. Williams.1 The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire,As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his ire!Lo! self-moving it drives on its pathway of cloud,And the heav'ns with the burden of Godhead are bow'd.2 The glory! the glory! around him are pour'dMighty hosts of the angels that wait on the Lord;And the glorified saints and the martyrs are there,And there all who the palm-wreaths of victory wear.3 The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard,Lo! the depths of the stone-cover'd charnel are stirr'd;From the sea, from the earth, from the south, from the north,And the vast generations of man are come forth.4 The judgement! the judgement! the thrones are all set,Where the Lamb and the white-vested elders are met;There all flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord,And the doom of eternity hangs on his word.5 O mercy! O mercy! look down from above,Great Creator, on us, thy sad children, with love;When beneath to their darkness the wicked are driv'n,May our justified souls find a welcome in heav'n.THE SPIRITUAL SAILOR7, 6.Dover Selection, p. 133.I. Neighbours.1 The people called ChristiansHave many things to tellAbout the land of Canaan,Where saints and angels dwell;But here a dismal ocean,Enclosing them aroundWith its tides, still dividesThem from Canaan's happy ground.2 Many have been impatientTo work their passage through,And with united wisdomHave tried what they could do;But vessels built by human skillHave never sailed far,Till we found them agroundOn some dreadful, sandy bar.3 The everlasting gospelHath launch'd the deep at last;Behold the sails expandedAround the tow'ring mast!Along the deck in orderThe joyful sailors stand,Crying, "Ho!--here we goTo Immanuel's happy land."4 We're now on the wide ocean;We bid the world farewell!And though where we shall anchorNo human tongue can tell;About our future destinyThere need be no debate,While we ride on the tide,With our Captain and his Mate.5 To those who are spectators,What anguish must ensue,To hear their old companionsBid them a last adieu!The pleasures of your paradiseNor more our hearts invite;We will sail--you may rail,We shall soon be out of sight.6 The passengers unitedIn order peace and love;--The wind is in our favour,How swiftly do we move!Though tempests may assail us,And raging billows roarWe will sweep through the deep,Till we reach fair Canaan's shore.SYMPHONY.P. M.Behold the Judge descends, his guards are nigh;Tempests and fire attend him down the sky;Heav'n, earth, and hell draw near, let all things comeTo hear his justice, and the sinner's doom:But gather first my saints, the Judge commands,Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.BRUCE'S ADDRESS Spiritualized.7, 7, 7, 5, 7, 7, 7, 5.Dover Sel. p. 152.1 Soldiers of the cross, arise!Lo, your Captain from the skies,Holding forth the glitt'ring prize,Calls to victory.Fear not, though the battle lower,Firmly stand the trying hour,Stand the tempter's utmost pow'r,Spurn his slavery.2 Who the cause of Christ would yield?Who would leave the battle-field?Who would cast away his shield?--Let him basely go:Who for Zion's King will stand?Who will join the faithful band?Let him come with heart and hand,Let him face the foe.3 By the mercies of our God,By Emmanuel's streaming blood,When alone for us he stood,Ne'er give up the strife:Ever to the latest breath,Hark to what your Captain saith;--"Be thou faithful unto death;Take the crown of life."4 By the woes which rebels prove,By the bliss of holy love,Sinners, seek the joys above;Sinners, turn and live!Here is freedom worth the name;Tyrant sin is put to shame;Grace inspires the hallow'd flameGod the crown will give.SALUTATION.7, 6, 8, 7, 7, 6, 7, 6.Mercer's Cluster, p. 230.1 Good morning, brother pilgrim,What, bound for Canaan's coast?March you towards Jerusalem,To join the heav'nly host?Pray, wherefore are you smiling,While tears run down your face?We soon shall cease from toiling,And reach that heav'nly place,And reach that heav'nly place,We soon shall cease from toiling,And reach that heav'nly place.2 To Canaan's coast we'll hasten,To join the heavenly throng,Hark! from the banks of Jordan,How sweet the pilgrims' song!Their Jesus they are viewing,By faith we see him too,We smile, and weep, and praise himAnd on our way pursue.3 Though sinners do despise us,And treat us with disdain,Our former comrades slight us,Esteem us low and mean:No earthly joy shall charm usWhile marching on our way,Our Jesus will defend usIn the distressing day.4 The frowns of old companionsWe're willing to sustain,And, in divine compassion,To pray for them again;For Christ, our loving Saviour,Our Comforter and Friend,Will bless us with his favour,And guide us to the end.5 With streams of consolation,We're fill'd as with new wineWe die to transient pleasures,And live to things divine:We sink in holy raptures,While viewing things above,Why glory to my Saviour,My soul is full of love.THE SAINTS' DELIGHT65th hymn, 2d b. WattsF. Price.When I can read my title clearTo mansions in the skies,I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear,And wipe my weeping eyes.I feel like, I feel like I'm on my journey home.I feel like, I feel like I'm on my journey home.2 Should earth against my soul engage,And fiery darts be hurl'd,Then I can smile at Satan's rage,And face a frowning world.3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,Let storms of sorrow fall;So I but safely reach my home,My God, my heav'n, my all.4 There I shall bathe my weary soulIn seas of heavenly rest;And not a wave of trouble rollAcross my peaceful breast.NORTHFIELD.C. M.1 How long, dear Saviour,Oh, how long shall this bright hour delay?Fly swift around, ye wheels of time,And bring the promised day,And bring the promised day.2 Lo, what a glorious sight appearsTo our believing eyes!The earth and seas are pass'd away,And the old rolling skies.From the third heaven, where God resides,That holy, happy place,The New Jerusalem comes down,Adorn'd with shining grace.4 Attending angels shout for joy,And the bright armies sing;Mortals, behold the sacred seatOf our descending King!5 The God of glory down to menRemoves his blest abode;Men, the dear object of his grace,And he the loving God.6 His own soft hand shall wipe the tearsFrom every weeping eye;And pains and groans, and griefs and fears,And death itself shall die.THE PILGRIM'S LOT.8, 8, 6Mercer's Cluster, p. 224.A GramHow happy is the pilgrim's lot,How free from anxious care and thought,How free from anxious care and thought,From worldly hope and fear;Confined to neither court nor cell,His soul disdains on earth to dwell,His soul disdains on earth to dwell,He only sojourns here.ESSAY.7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 8.Baptist Harmony, p. 455.A. C. Clark1 See how the wicked kingdom Is falling ev'ry day!And still our blessed JesusIs winning souls away:But oh, how I am tempted,No mortal tongue can tell!So often I'm surroundedWith enemies from hell.2 With weeping and with praying,My Jesus I have found,To crucify old nature,And make his grace abound.Dear children, don't be weary,But march on in the way;For Jesus will stand by you,And be your guard and stay.3 If sinners will serve Satan,And join with one accord,Dear brethren, as for my part,I'm bound to serve the Lord;And if you will go with me,Pray give to me your hand,And we'll march on together,Unto the promised land.4 Through troubles and distresses,We'll make our way to God;Though earth and hell oppose us,We'll keep the heavenly roadOur Jesus went before us,And many sorrows bore,And we who follow after,Can never meet with more.5 Though dear to me, my brethren,Each one of you I find;My duty now compels meTo leave you all behind:But while the parting grieves us,I humbly ask your prayers,To bear me up in trouble,And conquer all my fears.6 And now, my loving brothers,I bid you all farewell!With you, my loving sisters,I can no longer dwell.Farewell to every mourner!I hope the Lord you'll find,To ease you of your burden,And give you peace of mind.7 Farewell, poor careless sinners!I love you dearly well;I've labour'd much to bring youWith Jesus Christ to dwell;I now am bound to leave you--Oh, tell me, will you go?But if you won't decide it,I'll bid you all adieu!8 We'll bid farewell to sorrow,To sickness, care, and pain;And mount aloft with Jesus,For evermore to reign;We'll join to sing his praises,Above th' ethereal blue;And then, poor careless sinners,What will become of you?FUNERAL THOUGHT.12, 11.On the Death of an InfantCaldwell1 Thou art gone to the grave--but we will not deplore thee,Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb;The Saviour has pass'd thro' its portals before thee,And the lamp of his love is thy guide thro' the gloom,And the lamp of his love is thy guide thro' the gloom.2 Thou art gone to the grave--we no longer behold thee,Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side;But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,And sinners may hope, since the Saviour hath died.3 Thou art gone to the grave--and thy cradle's forsaken,With us thy fond spirit did not tarry long,But the sunshine of heaven beam'd bright on thy waking,And the sound thou didst hear was the seraphim's song.4 Thou art gone to the grave, but 'twere wrong to deplore thee,When God was thy ransom, and guardian, and guide;He gave thee, and took thee, and soon will restore thee,Where death hath no sting, since the Saviour hath died.WONDROUS LOVE.12, 9, 6, 6, 12, 9.What wondrous love is this! oh! my soul! oh! my soul!What wondrous love is this oh! my soul!What wondrous love is this!That caused the Lord of blissTo bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul,To bear the dreadful curse for my soul.WAR DEPARTMENT.11s.Mercer's Cluster, p. 125.No more shall the sound of the war-whoop be heard,The ambush and slaughter no longer be fear'd,The tomahawk, buried, shall rest in the ground,And peace and good-will to the nations abound.MARYSVILLE.L. M.Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone--He whom I fix my hopes upon;His track I see, and I'll pursueThe narrow way till him I view.SWEET HOME.11, 11, 11, 5, 11Baptist Harmony, p. 4311 Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints,How sweet to my soul is communion with saints;To find at the banquet of mercy there's room,And feel in the presence of Jesus at home.CHORUS.Home, home, sweet, sweet home;Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory; my home.2 Sweet bonds, that unite all the children of peace!And thrice precious Jesus, whose love cannot cease!Though oft from thy presence in sadness I roam,I long to behold thee in glory, at home.Home, &c.3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free,Which hinders my joy and communion with thee;Though now my temptations like billows may foam,All, all will be peace, when I'm with thee at home.Home, &c.4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay,O give me submission, and strength as my day;In all my afflictions to thee I would come,Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home.Home, home, &c.5 Whate'er thou deniest, O give me thy grace,The Spirit's sure witness, and smiles of thy face;Indulge me with patience to wait at thy throne,And find, even now, a sweet foretaste of home.Home, home, &c.6 I long, dearest Lord, in thy beauties to shine,No more as an exile in sorrow to pine,And in thy dear image arise from the tomb,With glorified millions to praise thee, at home.Home, home, sweet, sweet home:Receive me, dear Saviour, in glory, my home.PLENARY.C. M.A. Clark.Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound,Mine ears, attend the cry;Ye living men, come view the groundWhere you must shortly lie.Where you must shortly lie,Where you must shortly lie.Ye living men, come view the groundWhere you must shortly lie.PART II.CONSISTING PRINCIPALLY OF PIECES USED IN SINGING SCHOOLS AND SOCIETIES.MORNING.L. M.Psalmist, 232d Hymn.1 He dies, the friend of sinners dies,Lo! Salem's daughters weep around;A solemn darkness veils the skies,A solemn darkness veils the skies,A sudden trembling shakes the ground.2 Ye saints approach!--the anguish viewOf him who groans beneath your load;He gives his precious life for you;For you he sheds his precious blood.3 Here's love and grief beyond degree;The Lord of glory dies for men;But, lo! what sudden joys we see!Jesus, the dead, revives again.4 The rising God forsakes the tomb;Up to his Father's court he flies;Cherubic legions guard him home,And shout him welcome to the skies.DUANE STREET.L. M. D.Treble by J. T. White.A poor wayfaring man of griefHath often pass'd me on my way;Who sued so humbly for relief,That I could never answer nay.I had not power to ask his name,Whither he went or whence he came.Yet there was something in his eyeThat won my love, I knew not why.FAMILY BIBLE.1 How painfully pleasing the fond recollectionOf youthful connection and innocent joy,While blest with parental advice and affection,Surrounded with mercy and peace from on high;I still view the chairs of my father and mother,The seats of their offspring, as ranged on each hand,And the richest of books, which excels ev'ry other,The family Bible that lay on the stand,And th' richest of books which excels every other,The family Bible that lay on the stand.2 The Bible, that volume of God's inspiration,At morning and evening could yield us delight;The prayers of our father, a sweet invocation,For mercy by day and for safety by night;O hymns of thanksgiving with harmonious sweetness,As warm'd by the hearts of the family band,Hath raised us from earth to that rapturous dwelling,Described in the Bible that lay on the stand,Hath raised us from earth to that rapturous dwellingDescribed in the Bible that lay on the stand.JOYFUL.C. M.B. F. White.Treble by E. J. King.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?Must I be carried to the skiesOn flowery beds of ease?Whilst others fought to win the prize,And sail'd through bloody seas.Oh, that will be joyful, joyful, joyful!Oh, that will be joyful,To meet to part no more.To meet to part no more,On Canaan's happy shore,--We all shall meetAt Jesus' feet,With those who've gone before.COWPER.L. M.Forgive the song that falls so low,Beneath the gratitude I owe.It means thy praise, however poor,It means thy praise, however poor,An angel's song can do no more.DARTMOUTH.S. M.Come sound his praise abroad,And hyms of glory sing,Jehovah is the sov'reign God,The universal King,He form'd the deep unknown,He gave the seas their bound,The wat'ry worlds are all his own,And all the solid ground.EXHILARATION.L. M.Dr. T. W. Carter.Oh! may I worthy prove to seeThe saints in full prosperity.Then my troubles will be over.To see the bride, the glittering bride,Close seated by her Saviour's side.Then my troubles will be over.CHORUS.I never shall forget the day whenJesus wash'd my sins away,And then my troubles will be over,Will be over,Will be over,And rejoicing,And then my troubles will be over.EXHORTATIONC. M.Psalmist, 8th Hymn.Lord, in the morning thou shalt hearMy voice ascending high;To thee will I direct my prayer,To thee lift up mine eye.To thee will I direct my prayer,To thee lift up mine eye.HARMONY.P. M.Wake, all ye soaring throngs, and sing,Ye cheerful warblers of the spring,Harmonious anthems raise,To him who shaped your finer mould,Who tipp'd your glitt'ring wings with gold,To him who shaped your finer mould,Who tipp'd your glitt'ring wings with gold,And tuned your voice to praisePH�BUS.C. M.Psalmist, 8th Hymn.Lord, in the morning thou shalt hearMy voice ascending high;To thee will I direct my prayer,To thee lift up mine eye;--Up to the hills where Christ is goneTo plead for all his saints,Presenting at his Father's throne,Presenting at his Father's throneOur songs and our complaints.PETERSBURG.L. M.Thus saith the high and lofty One,I sit upon my holy throne,My name is God, I dwell on high,Dwell in my own eternity.But I descend to worlds below,On earth, I have a mansion too,The humble spirit and contrite,Is an abode, of my delight,Is an abode of my delight.STAR IN THE EAST.11s & 10s.R. Herron.1 Hail the blest morn when the great MediatorDown from the regions of glory descends;Shepherds, go worship the babe in the manger,Lo! for his guard the bright angels attend.2 Brightest, and best of the sons of the morning,Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid!Star of the east the horizon adorning,Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.3 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining,Low lies his bed with the beasts of the stall;Angels adore him in slumber reclining,Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all.4 Say, shall we yield Him in costly devotion,Odours of Edom and offerings divine;Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean,Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine.5 Vainly we offer each ample oblation,Vainly with gold would his favour secure;Richer by far is the heart's adoration,Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.THE GOODLY LAND.P. M.Zion Songster, p. 11.J. T. White.Though nature's strength decay,And earth and hell withstand,To Canaan's bounds I urge my way,At his command.The watery deep I pass,With Jesus in my view,And through the howling wildernessMy way pursue.BANQUET OF MERCY.T. W. Carter.Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints,How sweet to my soul is communion with saints!To find at the banquet of mercy there's room,And feel in the presence of Jesus at home.Home, sweet home,Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home.HOSANNA.7s, 6s.1 When, his salvation bringing,To Zion Jesus came,The children all stood singingHosanna to his name.Nor did there zeal offend him,But as he rode along,He let them still attend him,And smiled to hear their song.2 And since the Lord retainethHis love for children still;Though now as King he reignethOn Zion's heavenly hill:We'll flock around his banner,Who sits upon the throne;And cry aloud "HosannaTo David's royal son."3 For should we fail proclaimingOur great Redeemer's praise,The stones, our silence shaming,Might well hosanna raiseBut shall we only renderThe tribute of our words?No! while our hearts are tender.They, too, shall be the Lord's.THE CHRISTIAN WARFARE.12, 11, 11, 11, 12, 11.1 I find myself placed in a state of probation,Which God has commanded us well to improve;And I am resolved to regard all his precepts,And on in the way of obedience to move.I know I must go through great tribulation,And many sore conflicts on every hand;But grace will support and comfort my spirit,And I shall be able forever to stand.2 I'm call'd to contend with the powers of darkness,And many sore conflicts I have to pass through;O Jesus, be with me in every battle,And help me my enemies all to subdue.If thou, gracious Lord, will only be with me,To aid and direct me, then all will be right;Apollyon, with all his powerful forces,In thy name and thy strength I shall soon put to flight.3 And when I must cross the cold stream of JordanI'll bid all my sorrows a final adieu,And hasten away to the land of sweet Canaan,Where, Christians, I hope I shall there meet with you.That rest into which my soul shall then enter,Is perfectly glorious, and never shall end;A rest of exemption from warfare and labour,A rest in the bosom of Jesus, my friend.4 And more than exemption from fighting and hardship,My gracious Redeemer will grant unto me;A portion of bliss he has promised to give me,And true to that promise he surely will be.Yes, I shall receive and always inheritA happy reception and truly divine,For which all the praises and glory, my Saviour,Are due unto thee, and shall ever be thine.VERMONT.C. M. D.In vain we lavish out our lives,To gather empty wind;The choicest blessings earth can yieldWill starve a hungry mind.Come, and the Lord shall feed our soulsWith more substantial meat,With such as saints in glory love,With such as angels eat.EXIT.L. M.P. Sherman.Death, like an overflowing stream,Sweeps us away; our life's a dream,An empty tale, a morning flower,An empty tale, a morning flower,An empty tale, a morning flower,Cut down and wither'd in an hour.2 Our age to seventy years is set;How short the time! how frail the stateAnd if to eighty we arrive,We rather sigh and groan than live.3 But oh how oft thy wrath appears,And cuts off our expected years,Thy wrath awakes our humble dread:We fear the power that strikes us dead.4 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man;And kindly lengthen out the span,'Till a wise care of pietyFit us to die and dwell with thee.Watts, Psalm 90, pt. 1. NEWBURGH.S. M.Let every creature join To praise th' eternal God;Ye heavenly hosts, the song begin,And sound his name abroadThou sun with golden beams,And moon with paler rays;Ye starry lights, ye twinkling flames,Shine to your Maker's praise.GREENWICH.L. M.Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I,To mourn, and murmur, and repine,To see the wicked placed on high,In pride and robes of honour shine.But, oh, their end, their dreadful end;Thy sanctuary taught me so,On slip'ry rocks I see them stand,And fiery billows roll below.ENFIELD.C. M.Before the rosy dawn of day,To thee, my God, I'll sing;Awake, my soft and tuneful lyre,Awake, each charming string:Awake, and let thy flowing strainsGlide through the midnight air,While high amidst, the silent orb,The silver moon, rolls clear.PILGRIM'S FAREWELL.12s, 8s.Dover Selection, p. 195.Farewell, farewell, farewell, my friends, I must be gone,I have no home or stay with you;I'll take my staff and travel on,Till I a better world can view.I'll march to Canaan's land,I'll land on Canaan's shore,Where pleasures never end,And troubles come no more.Farewell, Farewell, farewell my loving friends, farewell2 Farewell, &c. my friends, time rolls along,Nor waits for mortal cares or bliss;I'll leave you here, and travel on,Till I arrive where Jesus is.I'll march, &c.Farewell, &c.3 Farewell, &c. dear brethren in the Lord,To you I'm bound with cords of love;But we believe his gracious word,We all ere long shall meet above.I'll march, &c.Farewell, &c.4 Farewell, &c. ye blooming sons of God,Sore conflicts yet remain for you;But dauntless keep the heavenly road,Till Canaan's happy land you view.I'll march, &c.Farewell, &c.SHERBURNE.C. M.While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night,All seated on the ground,The angel of the Lord came down,And glory shone around.The angel of the Lord came down,And glory shone around,And glory, &c.PROTECTION.L. M.Sherman.God, my supporter, and my hope,My help forever near;Thine arm of mercy held me up,Thine arm of mercy held me up,When sinking in despair.When sinking in despair.2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feetThrough life's bewilder'd race,Thine hand conduct me near thy seat,To dwell before thy face.3 Were I in heav'n without my God,'Twould be no joy to me;And whilst this earth is my abode,I long for none but thee.4 What if the springs of life should break,And flesh and heart should faint,God is my soul's eternal rock,The strength of every saint.5 Behold, the sinners that removeFar from thy presence die;Not all the idol gods they loveCan save them when they cry.6 But to draw near to thee, my God,Shall be my sweet employ;My tongue shall sound thy works abroadAnd tell the world my joy.SPRING.P. M.1 The scatter'd clouds are fled at last,The rain is gone, the winter's past;The lovely vernal flowers appear,The warbling choirs enchant our ear.Now, with sweetly pensive moan,Coos the turtle-dove alone,Now with sweetly, pensive moan,Coos the turtle-dove alone.2 The voice of my beloved sounds,While o'er the mountain top he bounds;He flies, exulting, o'er the hills,And all my soul with transport fills.Gently doth he chide my stay,Rise, my soul, and come away,Gently doth he chide my stay,Rise, my soul, and come away.MONTGOMERY.C. M.Psalmist, 18th Hymn.More.Early, my God, without delay,I haste to seek thy face;My thirsty spirit faints away,Without thy cheering grace;So pilgrims on the scorching sand,Beneath a burning sky,Long for a cooling stream at hand,And they must drink or die.Long for a cooling stream at hand,And they must drink or die.VIRGINIA.C. M.Thy words the raging winds control,And rule the boist'rous deep;Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll,The rolling billows sleep.SCHENECTADY.L. M.Psalmist, 926th Hymn.Shumway.From all that dwell below the skies,Let the Creator's praise arise;Let the Redeemer's name be sung,Thro' ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue.Eternal are thy mercies, Lord,Eternal truth attends thy word;Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,Till suns shall rise and set no more.Till suns shall rise and set no more.HUNTINGTON.L. M.Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I,To mourn, and murmur, and repine;To see the wicked placed on high,In pride and robes of honour shine.But, oh, their end, their dreadful end!Thy sanctuary taught me so;But--taught me so;On slippery rocks I see them stand,And fiery billows roll below.WORCESTER.S. M.Psalmist, 949th Hymn.How beauteous are their feetWho stand on Zion's hill;Who bring salvation on their tongues,And words of peace reveal!Who bring, &c.And, &c.How charming, charming is their voice!How sweet the tidings are!Zion, behold thy Saviour king,He reigns and triumphs here!ZionHeALABAMA.C. M.1 Angels in shining order standAround the Saviour's throne;They bow with reverence at his feet,And make his glories known.Those happy spirits sing his praise,To all eternity;But I can sing redeeming grace,For Jesus died for me.2 The cross of Christ inspires my heartTo sing redeeming grace;Awake, my soul, and bear a partIn my Redeemer's praise.Oh! what can be compared to himWho died upon the tree!This is my dear, delightful theme,That Jesus died for me.3 When at the table of the LordWe humbly take our place;The death of Jesus we record,With love and thankfulness.These emblems bring my Lord to view,Upon the bloody tree;My soul believes and feels it's trueThat Jesus died for me.4 His body broken, nail'd, and torn,And stain'd with streams of blood,His spotless soul was left forlorn,Forsaken of his God.'Twas then his Father gave the strokeThat justice did decree;All nature felt the dreadful stroke,When Jesus died for me.5 Eli lama sabachthani,My God, my God, he cried,Why hast thou thus forsaken me!And thus my Saviour died.But why did God forsake his Son,When bleeding on the tree?He died for sins, but not his own,For Jesus died for me.6 My guilt was on my Surety laid,And therefore he must die;His soul a sacrifice was madeFor such a worm as I.Was ever love so great as this?Was ever grace so free?This is my glory, joy, and bliss,That Jesus died for me.7 He took his meritorious blood,And rose above the skies,And in the presence of his God,Presents his sacrifice.His intercession must prevailWith such a glorious plea;My cause can never, never fail,For Jesus died for me.8 Angels in shining order sitAround my Saviour's throne;They bow with reverence at his feet,And make his glories known.Those happy spirits sing his praiseTo all eternity;But I can sing redeeming grace,For Jesus died for me.9 Oh! had I but an angel's voiceTo bear my heart along,My flowing numbers soon would riseTo an immortal song.I'd charm their harps and golden lyresIn sweetest harmony,And tell to all the heavenly choirsThat Jesus died for me.STAR OF COLUMBIA.11s.Words by Dr. Dwight.Miss M. T. Durham1 Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise,The queen of the world, and the child of the skies;Thy genius commands thee, with raptures behold,While ages on ages thy splendor unfold:Thy reign is the last and the noblest of time,Most fruitful thy soil, most inviting thy clime;Let crimes of the east ne'er encrimson thy name,Be freedom, and science, and virtue thy fame.2 To conquest and slaughter let Europe aspire,Whelm nations in blood, or wrap cities in fire;Thy heroes the rights of mankind shall defend,And triumph pursue them and glory attend.A world is thy realm, for a world be thy laws,Enlarged as thy empire, and just as thy cause;On freedom's broad basis that empire shall rise,Extend with the main, and dissolve with the skies.3 Fair science her gate to thy sons shall unbar,And the east see thy morn hide the beams of her star;New bards and new sages unrivall'd shall soarTo fame unextinguish'd, when time is no more.To the last refuge of virtue design'd,Shall fly from all nations, the best of mankind;There, grateful to Heaven, with transport shall bringTheir incense, more fragrant than odours of spring.4 Nor less shall thy fair ones to glory ascend,And genius and beauty in harmony blend;Their graces of form shall awake pure desire,And the charms of soul still enliven the fire:Their sweetness unmingled, their manners refined,And virtue's bright image enstamp'd on the mind;With peace and sweet rapture shall teach life to glow,And light up a smile in the aspect of wo.5 Thy fleets to all regions thy pow'r shall display;The nations admire, and the ocean obey;Each shore to thy glory its tribute unfold,And the east and the south yield their spices and gold;As the day-spring unbounded thy splendours shall flow,And earth's little kingdoms before thee shall bow,While the ensigns of union in triumph unfurl'd,Hush anarchy's sway, and give peace to the world.6 Thus down a lone valley with cedars o'erspread,From the noise of the town I pensively stray'd,The bloom from the face of fair heaven retired,The wind ceased to murmur, the thunders expired,Perfumes, as of Eden, flow'd sweetly along,And a voice, as of angels, enchantingly sung,Columbia! Columbia! to glory ariseThe queen of the world, and the child of the skies.EDOM.C. M.With songs and honours sounding loud,Address the Lord on high,Over the heav'ns he spreads his clouds,And waters veil the sky.And waters veil the sky.He sends his show'rs of blessings downTo cheer the plains below;He makes the grass the mountains crown,He makes, &c.And corn in valleys grow,And corn, &c.PILGRIM.8, 6, 8, 6, 8, 6, 8, 6.C. M.Come, all ye mourning pilgrims dear,Who're bound for Canaan's land,Take courage and fight valiantly,Stand fast with sword in hand;Our Captain's gone before us,Our Father's only Son,Then, pilgrims dear, pray do not fear,But let us follow on.NEW LEBANON.8s.Sherman.Great God, the heav'n's well-order'd frameDeclares the glories of thy name;There thy rich works of wonder shine;A thousand starry beauties there,A thousand radiant marks appear,Of boundless pow'r and skill divine,Of boundless pow'r and skill divine.FLORIDA.S. M.Psalmist, 761st Hymn.Witmore.Let sinners take their course,And choose the road to death;But in the worship of my God,I'll spend my daily breath,But in the worship of my God,I'll spend my daily breath.MISSION.L. M.Baptist Harmony, p. 266.A. Grambling.1 Young people, all attention give,While I address you in God's name;You who in sin and folly live,Come hear the counsel of a friend.I've sought for bliss in glitt'ring toys,And ranged the luring scenes of vice;But never knew substantial joys,Until I heard my Saviour's voice.2 He spake at once my sins forgiv'n,And wash'd my load of guilt away;He gave me glory, peace, and heav'n,And thus I found the heavenly way.And now with trembling sense I viewThe billows roll beneath your feet;For death eternal waits for you,Who slight the force of gospel truth.3 Youth, like the spring, will soon be gone,By fleeting time or conquering death;Your morning sun may set at noon,And leave you ever in the dark.Your sparkling eyes and blooming cheeksMust wither like the blasted rose;The coffin, earth, and winding-sheetWill soon your active limbs enclose.4 Ye heedless ones, that wildly stroll,The grave will soon become your bed,Where silence reigns, and vapours rollIn solemn darkness round your head.Your friends will pass the lonesome place,And with a sigh move slow along;Still gazing on the spires of grassWith which your graves are overgrown.5 Your souls will land in darker realms,Where vengeance reigns and billows roar,And roll amid the burning flames,When thousand thousand years are o'er.Sunk in the shades of endless night,To groan and howl in endless pain,And never more behold the light,And never, never rise again.6 Ye blooming youth, this is the stateOf all who do free grace refuse;And soon with you 'twill be too lateThe way of life and Christ to choose.Come, lay your carnal weapons by,No longer fight against your God;But with the gospel now comply,And heav'n shall be your great reward.PLEASANT HILL.C. M.Baptist Harmony, p. 273.1 Religion is the chief concernOf mortals here below;May I its great importance learn,Its sovereign virtues know.2 More needful this than glittering wealth,Or aught the world bestows;Nor reputation, food, or health,Can give us such repose.3 Religion should our thoughts engageAmidst our youthful bloom;'Twill fit us for declining age,And for the awful tomb.4 O, may my heart, by grace renew'd,Be my Redeemer's throne;And be my stubborn will subduedHis government to own.5 Let deep repentance, faith, and love,Be join'd with godly fear;And all my conversation proveMy heart to be sincere.6 Preserve me from the snares of sinThrough my remaining days;And in me let each virtue shine,To my Redeemer's praise.7 Let lively hope my soul inspire,Let warm affections rise;And may I wait, with strong desire,To mount above the skies.CONSOLATION NEW.8, 8, 6.Come on, my partners in distress,My comrades through the wilderness,Who still your bodies feel;Awhile forget your griefs and fears,And look beyond this vale of tearsTo that celestial hill,To that celestial hill.LOUISIANA.8, 7.1 Come, little children, now we mayPartake a little morsel,For little songs and little waysAdorn'd a great apostle.A little drop of Jesus' bloodCan make a feast of union;It is by little steps we moveInto a full communion.2 A little faith does mighty deeds,Quite past all my recounting;Faith, like a little mustard seed,Can move a lofty mountain.A little charity and zeal,A little tribulation,A little patience makes us feelGreat peace and consolation.3 A little cross with cheerfulness,A little self-denial,Will serve to make our troubles less,And bear the greatest trial.The Spirit like a little doveOn Jesus once descended;To show his meekness and his love,The emblem was intended.4 The title of the little LambUnto our Lord was given;Such was our Saviour's little name,The Lord of earth and heaven.A little voice that's small and stillCan rule the whole creation;A little stone the earth shall fill,And humble every nation.5 A little zeal supplies the soul,It doth the heart inspire;A little spark lights up the whole,And sets the crowd on fire.A little union serves to holdThe good and tender-hearted;It's stronger than a chain of gold,And never can be parted.6 Come, let us labour here below,And who can be the straitest;For in God's kingdom, all must knowThe least shall be the greatest.O give us, Lord, a little dropOf heavenly love and union;O may we never, never stopShort of a full communion.THE TURTLE DOVE.L. M.Dover Selection, p. 154.1 Hark! don't you hear the turtle dove,The token of redeeming love?From hill to hill we hear the sound,The neighb'ring valleys echo round.O Zion, hear the turtle dove,The token of your Saviour's love!She comes the desert land to cheer,And welcome in the jubil-year.2 The winter's past, the rain is o'er,We feel the chilling winds no more;The spring is come; how sweet the view,All things appear divinely new.On Zion's mount the watchmen cry,"The resurrection's drawing nigh:"Behold, the nations from abroadAre flocking to the mount of God.3 The trumpet sounds, both far and nigh;O sinners, turn! why will ye die?How can you spurn the gospel charms?Enlist with Christ, gird on your arms.These are the days that were foretold,In ancient times, by prophets old;They long'd to see this glorious light,But all have died without the sight.4 The latter days on us have come,And fugitives are flocking home;Behold them crowd the gospel road,All pressing to the mount of God.O yes! and I will join that band,Now here's my heart, and here's my hand;With Satan's band no more I'll be,But fight for Christ and liberty.5 His banner soon will be unfurl'd,And he will come to judge the world;On Zion's mountain we shall stand,In Canaan's fair, celestial land.When sun and moon shall darken'd be,And flames consume the land and sea;When worlds on worlds together blaze,We'll shout, and loud hosannas raise.EVENING SHADES. M.Baptist Harmony, p. 373.1 The day is past and gone,The evening shades appear;O may we all remember well,O may we all remember well,The night of death is near.2 We lay our garments by,Upon our beds to rest;So death will soon disrobe us allOf what we here possess.3 Lord, keep us safe this night,Secure from all our fears:May angels guard us while we sleep,Till morning light appears.4 And when we early rise,And view th' unwearied sun,May we set out to win the prize,And after glory run.5 And when our days are past,And we from time remove,O may we in thy bosom rest,The bosom of thy love.LENA.8, 7.See the Lord of glory dying!See him gasping! hear him crying!See his burden'd bosom heave!Look, ye sinners, ye that hung him;Look, how deep your sins have stung him;Dying sinners, look and live.WHITESTOWN.L. M.Ward.Where nothing dwelt but beasts of prey,Or men as fierce and wild as they,He bids th'oppress'd and poor repair,And build them towns and cities there.They sow the fields, and trees they plant,Whose yearly fruit supplies their want;Their race grows up from fruitful stocks,Their wealth increases with their flocks.SHARON.P. M.How pleasant 'tis to seeKindred and friends agree,Each in his proper station move,Each in his proper station move,And each fulfil his part,With sympathizing heart,In all the cares of life,In all the cares of life and love.THE GOOD OLD WAY.L. M.Dover Selection, p. 561 Lift up your heads, Immanuel's friends,O halle, hallelujah,And taste the pleasure Jesus sends,O halle, hallelujah.Let nothing cause you to delay,O halle, hallelujah;But hasten on the good old way,O halle, hallelujah!2 Our conflicts here, though great they be,Shall not prevent our victory,If we but watch, and strive, and pray,Like soldiers in the good old way.And I'll sing hallelujah,And glory be to God on high;And I'll sing hallelujah,There's glory beaming from the sky.3 O good old way, how sweet thou art!May none of us from thee depart,But may our actions always say,We're marching on the good old way.And I'll sing hallelujah,And glory be to God on high;And I'll sing hallelujah,There's glory beaming from the sky.4 Though Satan may his power employOur peace and comfort to destroy,Yet never fear, we'll gain the day,And triumph in the good old way.And I'll sing, &c.5 And when on Pisgah's top we stand,And view by faith the promised land,Then we may sing, and shout, and pray,And march along the good old way.And I'll sing, &c.6 Ye valiant souls, for heaven contend;Remember, glory's at the end;Our God will wipe all tears away,When we have run the good old way.And I'll sing, &c.7 Then far beyond this mortal shore,We'll meet with those who're gone before;And him we'll praise in endless day,Who brought us on the good old wayAnd I'll sing, &c.REPENTANCE.C. M.O, if my soul was form'd for wo,How would I vent my sighs!Repentance should like rivers flow,From both my streaming eyes.'Twas for my sins my dearest LordHung on that cursed tree,And groan'd away his dying life,For thee, my soul, for thee,For thee, my soul, for thee.NEW TOPIA.P. M.Munday.Young people all, attention give,And hear what I do say;I want your souls with Christ to live,In everlasting day;Remember, you are hast'ning onTo death's dark, gloomy shade;Your joys on earth will soon be gone,Your flesh in dust be laid.Your joys on earth will soon be gone,Your, &c.DELIGHT.P. M.Coan, Guilford, CtNo burning heats by day,Nor blasts of evening air,Shall take my health away,If God be with me there.Thou art my sun and thou my shade,To guard my head by night or noon, by night or noon.Thou art my sun and thou my shade,To guard my head by night or noon.BALLSTOWNL. M.Psalmist, 20th Hymn.Great God, attend while Zion singsThe joy that from thy presence springs;To spend one day with thee on earth,Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.To spend one day with thee on earth,Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.MOUNT PLEASANT.C. M.There is a house not made with hands,Eternal, and on high,And here my spirit waiting stands,Till God shall bid it fly.And here my spirit waiting stands,Till God shall bid it fly,Till God shall bid it fly, fly, fly, fly,Till God shall bid it fly.And here my spirit waiting stands,Till God shall bid it fly.MOUNT ZION.S. M.Brown.The hill of Zion yieldsA thousand sacred sweets,Before we reach the heav'nly fields,Or walk the golden streets.Then let your songs abound,And every tear be dry:We're marching through Immanuel's ground,To fairer worlds on high.We're marching through Immanuel's ground,To fairer worlds on high.To fairer worlds on high.We're marching through Immanuel's ground,To fairer worlds on high.OCEAN.Swan.Thy works of glory, mighty Lord,That rul'st the boist'rous sea;The sons of courage shall record,Who tempt the dang'rous way.At thy command the winds arise,And swell the tow'ring waves;The men astonish'd mount the skies,And sink in gaping graves.PORTUGUESE HYMN.P. M.1 Hither, ye faithful, haste with songs of triumph,To Bethlehem haste, the Lord of life to meet;To you this day is born a Prince and Saviour;O come, and let us worship,O come, and let us worship,O come, and let us worship at his feet.2 O Jesus, for such wondrous condescension,Our praises and reverence are an offering meet;Now is the Word made flesh and dwells among us:O come, and let us worship at his feet.3 Shout his almighty name, ye choirs of angels,And let the celestial courts his praise repeat,Unto our God be glory in the highest;O come, and let us worship at his feet.THE SAINTS BOUND FOR HEAVEN.12, 9.1 Our bondage it shall end, by and by, by and by,Our bondage it shall end, by and by;From Egypt's yoke set free;Hail the glorious jubilee,And to Canaan we'll return, by and by, by and by,And to Canaan we'll return, by and by.2 Our deliv'rer he shall come, by and by, by and by,Our deliv'rer he shall come, by and by;And our sorrows have an end,With our threescore years and ten,And vast glory crown the day, by and by, by and by,And vast glory crown the day, by and by.3 Tho' our enemies are strong, we'll go on, we'll go on,Tho' our enemies are strong, we'll go on,Tho' our hearts dissolve with fear,Lo, Sinai's God is near,While the fiery pillar moves, we'll go on, we'll go on,While the fiery pillar moves, we'll go on.4 Though Marah has bitter streams, we'll go on;Though Baca's vale be dry,And the land yield no supply;To a land of corn and wine, we'll go on.5 And when to Jordan's floods we are come,Jehovah rules the tide,And the waters he'll divide,And the ransom'd host shall shout, We are come.6 Then friends shall meet again, who have loved,Our embraces shall be sweetAt the dear Redeemer's feet,When we meet to part no more, who have loved.7 Then with all the happy throng, we'll rejoice,Shouting glory to our King,Till the vaults of heaven ringAnd through all eternity we'll rejoice.PART III.CONSISTING OF ODES AND ANTHEMS.CHRISTMAS ANTHEM.Oh how charming,Oh how charmingAre the radiant bands of music, music, music, music!Oh how charmingAre the radiant bands of music,Flying in the air.The church triumphant gives the tone,While they surround the holy throne,In glory, with celestial arts,Angelic armies tune their harps,And raptured seraphs play their parts:Strike, strike, strike their notes at our Redeemer's birth.ODE OF LIFE'S JOURNEY.E. J. King.I began life's journey when young,And the glittering prospect charm'd my eyes;I saw joy after joy successive riseAlong the extended plain.But soon I found 'twas all a dream,And learn'd the fond pursuit to shun,Where few can reach the purposed aim,And thousands daily are undone.MASONIC ODETreble by E. J. King.Sacred to heav'n behold the dome appears;Lo! what august solemnity, it wears;Angels themselves have deign'd to deck the frame,And beauteous Sheba shall report its fame.When the queen of the south shall returnTo the climes which acknowledge her sway,Where the sun's warmer beams fiercely burn,The princess, with transport, shall sayWell worthy my journey! I've seenA monarch both graceful and wise,Deserving the love of a queen,And a temple well worthy the skies.Open, ye gates, receive a queen who sharesWith equal sense your happiness and cares.Of riches much, but more of wisdom see;Proportion'd workmanship and masonry.Oh charming Sheba, there beholdWhat massive stores of burnish'd gold,Yet richer is your art,Yet richer is your art.Wisdom and beauty both combineOur art to raise, our hearts to join.Wisdom and beauty both combineOur art to raise, our hearts to join.Give to masonry the prize,Where the fairest choose the wise.Beauty still should wisdom love;Beauty and order reign above,Beauty and order reign above,Beauty and order reign above.BAPTISMAL ANTHEM.Matthew 3d chapter.B. F. White.In those days came John the Baptist, preaching in the wilderness of Judea,And saying,Repent ye; for the kingdom of heaven is at hand,For this is he that was spoken of by the prophet Esaias, savingThe voice of one crying in the wilderness,Prepare ye the way of the Lord, make his paths straight.And the same John had his raiment of camel's hair and bound with a leathern girdle, and his meat was locusts and wild honey.REVERENTIAL ANTHEM.96th Psalm.E. J. KingGive unto the Lord the glory due unto his name.Come into his courts,Worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness.Fear before him, all the earth.He shall judge the people righteously.Let the heav'ns rejoice, and the earth be glad before the Lord.For he cometh,To judge the world with righteousness, and the people with his truth.EASTER ANTHEM.Young's Night Thoughts, 4th Night.Billings.The Lord is ris'n indeed!Hallelujah!The Lord is ris'n indeed!Hallelujah!Now is Christ ris'n from the dead,And become the first-fruit of them that slept.Now is Christ ris'n from the dead,And become the first-fruit of them that slept.Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.And did he rise?And did he rise? did he rise? hear it, ye nations! hear it, O ye dead!He rose,He burst the bars of death!And triumph'd o'er the grave.Then, then, then I rose, then I rose, then I rose, then first humanity triumphant past the crystal ports of light, and seiz'd eternal youth.Man all immortal hail, hail,Heaven, all lavish of strange gifts to man,Thine's all the glory, man's the boundless bliss;Thine's all the glory, man's the boundless bliss.DAVID'S LAMENTATION.2 Sam. xviii. 33.Billings.David the king was grieved and moved,He went to his chamber, his chamber, and wept;And as he went he wept, and said,O my son!Would to God I had died,For thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!CHRISTIAN SONG.Mine eyes are now closing to rest,My body must soon be removed,And mould'ring, lie buried in dust,No more to be envied or loved,No more to be envied or loved.Ah! what is this drawing my breath,And stealing my senses away?O tell me,O tell me, my soul, is it death,Releasing me kindly from clay?Now mounting, my soul shall descryThe regions of pleasure and love,My spirit triumphant shall fly,And dwell with my Saviour above.ODE ON SCIENCE.The morning sun shines from the east,And spreads his glories to the west,All nations with his beams are blest,Where'er the radiant light appears.So science spreads her lucid rayO'er lands which long in darkness lay;She visits fair Columbia,And sets her sons among the stars.Fair freedom her attendant waits,To bless the portals of her gates,To crown the young and rising statesWith laurels of immortal day:The British yoke, the Gallic chain,Was urged upon our necks in vain,All haughty tyrants we disdain,And shout, Long live America.CLAREMONT.Vital spark of heav'nly flame,Quit, oh! quit this mortal frame;Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, flying, flying.Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,And let me languish into life,And let me languish into life.Hark! Hark! Hark! they whisper; angels say,Sister spirit, come away;Sister spirit, come away.What is this absorbs me quite--Steals my senses, shuts my sight?Drowns my spirit, draws my breath?Tell me, my soul, can this be death?Tell me, my soul, can this be death?Tell me, my soul, can this be death.The world recedes, it disappears,Heav'n opens on my eyes,My ears with sounds seraphic ring,My ears with sounds seraphic ring,My ears with sounds seraphic ring.Lend, lend your wings!I mount! I fly!I mount! I fly!O grave! where is thy victory? thy victory?O grave! where is thy victory? thy victory?O death! where is thy sting?Lend, lend your wings!I mount! I fly!I mount! I fly!I mount! I fly, I fly!O grave! where is thy victory?O death! where is thy sting?I mount! I fly!I mount! I fly!O grave! where is thy victory?O death! where is thy sting?HEAVENLY VISION.Taken from Rev. v. 11.Billings.I beheld, and lo a great multitude, which no man could number:Thousands of thousands, and ten times thousands,Thousands of thousands, and ten times thousands,Thousands, &c.Stood before the Lamb, and they had palms in their hands, and they cease not day nor night, saying,Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy,Lord God Almighty, Which was, and is, and is to come,Which was, &c.And I heard a mighty angel flying thro' the midst of heav'n, crying with a loud voice,Wo, wo, wo, wo,Be unto the earth by reason of the trumpet which is yet to sound.And when the last trumpet sounded, the great men and nobles, rich men and poor, bond and free, gathered themselves together, and cried to the rocks and mountains to fall upon them, and hide them from the face of Him that sitteth on the throne;For the great day of the Lord is come, and who shall be able to stand?And who shall be able to stand?ROSE OF SHARONSol. Song ii.Billings.I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valley;I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valley;As the lily among the thorns, so is my love among the daughters;As the apple tree, the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons, so is my beloved among the sons.I sat down under his shadow with great delight,And his fruit, and his fruit was sweet to my taste,And his fruit, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.He brought me to the banqueting house, his banner over me was love,He brought me to the banqueting-house, his banner over me was love.Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples,For I am sick, for I am sick, for I am sick of love:I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem,By the roes, and by the hinds of the field,That you stir not up, that you stir not up, that you stir not up, that you stir not up, nor awake, awake, awake, awake my love, till he please.The voice of my beloved, Behold! he cometh, leaping upon the mountains, skipping, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.My beloved spake, and said unto me,Rise up, rise up, rise up, rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone, the rain is over, the rain is over, the rain is over and gone.For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.FAREWELL ANTHEMMy friends, I am going a long and tedious journey,Never to return.I am going, I am going a long and tedious journey,Never to return.I am going a long journey,Never to return.Never to return,Never to return,Never to return;Never, never, never, never to return;Fare you well, my friends,Fare you well, my friends,And God grant we may meet together in that world above,Where trouble shall cease and harmony shall abound.Hark! hark! my dear friends, for death hath called me,And I must go, and lie down in the cold and silent grave,Where the mourners cease from mourning, and the pris'ner is set free;Where the rich and the poor are both alike.Fare you well, fare you well, fare you well, fare you well, fare you well, my friends.APPENDIX TO THE SACRED HARP:CONTAINING A VARIETY OFSTANDARD AND FAVOURITE TUNES NOT COMPRISED IN THE BODY OF THE WORK.COMPILED BYA COMMITTEE APPOINTED BY "THE SOUTHERN MUSICAL CONVENTION."THE Committee appointed by "The Southern Musical Convention," at its last session, to whom was referred the revision and enlargement of the Sacred Harp, beg leave to say to all whom it may concern, that we, according to appointment, have taken the work under consideration and inspection, and have corrected the rudimental errors in said work, and the typographical errors in the music, and have also added such pieces of composition as we think are calculated to enhance the value of the work, and are happily adapted to the use of the public generally, as an Appendix to the Sacred Harp, and have adopted the same.All of which is respectfully submitted,B. F. WHITE,JOEL KING,LEONARD P. BREEDLOVE,A. OGLETREE,S. R. PENICK,J. R. TURNER,R. F. M. MANN,E. L. KING,Committee.Hamilton, Jan. 12, 1850.[Adopted.]DUKE STREET.L. M.Great God! attend to my complaint,Nor let my drooping spirit faint;When foes in secret spread the snare,Let my salvation be thy care.HEBRON.L. M.Thus far the Lord hath led me on,Thus far his power prolongs my days;And every evening shall make knownSome fresh memorial of his grace.RESTORATION.L. M.Baptist Hymn Book, p. 594.D. P. White.How many years has man been driv'n,Far off from happiness and heav'n;When wilt thou, gracious Lord, restoreThy wand'ring church to roam no more?GRAVITY.L. M.O happy day, that fix'd my choiceOn thee, my Saviour and my God!Well may this glowing heart rejoice,And tell its raptures all abroad.UXBRIDGE.L. M.Thanks to the hand that set us free,Eternal Spirit, thanks to thee,Whose pow'r resistless, unconfined,Subdues the passion of the mind.LEBANON, NEW.L. M.Rev. Jas. P. Carrell.Come, sinners, to the gospel feast,Let ev'ry soul be Jesus' guest,Ye need not one be left behind,For God hath bidden all mankind.DAY OF WORSHIP.L. M. D.B. F. & E. K. Davis.Dear people, we have met to-day,To sing, to hear, to preach, and pray,It is our Father's great command,The road that leads to his right hand.But O, the sad and awful stateOf those that stand and come too late!The foolish virgins did beginTo knock, but could not enter in.ALL SAINTS, NEW.L. M. D.Hall.O that my Lord would come and meet,My soul would stretch her wings in haste,Fly fearless through death's iron gate,Nor feel the terrors as she pass'd.Jesus can make a dying bedFeel soft as downy pillows are;While on his breast I lean my head,And breathe my life out sweetly there,While on his breast I lean my head,And breathe,And breathe,And breathe,And breathe my life out sweetly there.CONFIDENCE.L. M. D.By J. R. Turner.Away, my unbelieving fear;Fear shall in me no more have place.My Saviour doth not yet appear,He hides the brightness of his face;But shall I therefore let him go,And basely to the tempter yield?No, in the strength of Jesus, no,I never will give up my shield.RUSSELL.L. M.J. M. Day.Ye humble souls, complain no more;Let faith survey your future store;How happy, how divinely blest,The sacred words of truth attest!When conscious grief laments sincere,And pours the penitential tear,Hope points to your dejected eyes,The bright reversion in the skies.EXHORTATION.L. M.Doolittle.Now, in the heat of youthful blood,Remember your Creator, God!Behold the months come hast'ning on,When you shall say,My joys are gone,Behold theWhen you shall say,My joys are gone.TEXAS.L. M.David P. White.My waken'd soul, extend thy wings,And then we'll sing Hosannah:Beyond the verge of mortal things,And then we'll sing Hosannah.We have but the one more river to cross,And then we'll sing Hosannah,We have, &c.See this vain world in smoke decay,And then we'll sing Hosannah,And rocks and mountains melt away,And then we'll sing Hosannah,We have, &c.And then, &c.We have, &c.And then, &c.RUSSIA.L. M.By Reed.1. My spirit looks to God alone;My rock and refuge is his throne;In all my fears, in all my straits,My soul on his salvation waits.2. Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways,Pour out your hearts before his face:When helpers fail and foes invade,God is our all-sufficient aid.3. False are the men of high degree,The baser sort are vanity;Laid in the balance, both appearLight as a puff of empty air.4. Make not increasing gold your trust,Nor set your hearts on glitt'ring dust;Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke,And not believe what God has spoke?5. Once hath his awful voice declared,Once and again my ears have heard,All power is his eternal due;He must be fear'd and trusted too.6. For sovereign power reigns not alone,Grace is a partner of the throne;Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord,Shall well divide our last reward.LOVING-KINDNESS.L. M.By J. L. P. & S. R. Penick.Awake, my soul, to joyful lays,Halle, Hallelujah!And sing the great Redeemer's praise,Halle, Hallelujah!He justly claims a song from me,Halle, Hallelujah!His loving-kindness, O how free!Halle, Hallelujah,ROLL ON.L. M.Miss Cynthia Bass.Why should we start, and fear to die?What tim'rous worms we mortals are!Death is the gate of endless joy,And yet we dread to enter there.Roll on, roll on, sweet moments roll on,And let the poor pilgrim go home, go home.BRIDGEWATER.L. M.Edson.From all that dwell below the skies,Let the Redeemer's praise arise;Let the Redeemer's name be sungThrough ev'ry land by ev'ry tongue.Through, &c.ANTIOCH.L. M.F. C. Wood.I know that my Redeemer lives,Glory, hallelujah!What comfort this sweet sentence gives,Glory, hallelujah!CHORUS.Shout on, pray on, we're gaining ground,Glory, hallelujah!The dead's alive, and the lost is found,Glory, hallelujah!SWEET HEAVEN.L. M.E. L. King.The Lord, who built the earth and sky,In mercy stoops to hear thy cry;His promise all may freely claim,Ask, and receive in Jesus' name.Oh, heaven, sweet heaven, when shall I see?Oh, when shall I get there?TRAVELLING PILGRIM.L. M.S. H. Rees.1. Farewell! vain world, I'm going home,Where there's no more stormy clouds to rise;My Saviour smiles, and bids me come,Where there's no more stormy clouds to rise;CHORUS.To the land,To the land,To the land I am bound,Where there's no more stormy clouds to rise.2. Sweet angels beckon me away,Where there's no more stormy clouds to rise;To sing God's praise in endless day,Where there's no more stormy clouds to rise;THE BIRMAN HYMN.L. M.W. W. Parks.1. O, seek ye heaven--a golden land,Where happy souls rejoicing stand,And ever view the Saviour's face,And speak and sing of matchless grace.2. Exempt from sin and sorrow's rage,From sickness, death, and wasting age;All suff'ring banish'd from the place,They speak, and sing of matchless grace!3. Love fills entire each burning breast,Of everlasting bliss possess'd;They quaff with joy th' immortal spring,Of grace divine they speak and sing.4. God's presence is their dwelling-place!The glorious and effulgent raysFrom Jesus' face around them shine,--They speak, and sing of grace divine!WESTFORD.L. M.By Read.Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone,Let my religious hours alone,Fain would my eyes my Saviour see,I wait a visit, Lord, from thee,Fain, &c.I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.My heart grows warm with holy fire,And kindles with a pure desire.Come, my dear Jesus, from above,And feed my soul with heav'nly love;Blest Jesus, what delicious fare!How sweet thine entertainments are!Never did angels taste aboveRedeeming grace and dying love.I'M GOING HOME.L. M.Leonard P. Breedlove.Farewell! vain world! I'm going home!My Saviour smiles and bids me come,And I don't care to stay here long!Sweet angels beckon me away,To sing God's praise in endless day,And I don't care to stay here long!Right up yonder, Christians, away up yonder;O, yes, my Lord, for I don't care to stay here long.BALLERMA.C. M.Arranged by B. F. White.There is a land of pure delight,Where saints immortal reign;Infinite day excludes the night,And pleasures banish pain.ORTONVILLE.C. M.Arranged by B. F. White.How sweet the name of Jesus soundsIn a believer's ear!It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,And drives away his fear,And drives away his fear.ROCKINGHAM.C. M.B. F. White.Salvation! let the echo flyThe spacious earth around;While all the armies of the skyConspire to raise the sound!PIETY.C. M.B. F. White.O for a closer walk with God,A calm and heavenly frame;A light to shine upon the roadThat leads me to the Lamb!That leads me to the Lamb!That leads me to the Lamb!A light to shine upon the roadThat leads me to the Lamb!ARNOLD.C. M.L. P. Breedlove.Come let us join our friends above,That have obtain'd the prize,And on the eagle wings of loveTo joy celestial rise.Let all the saints terrestrial singWith those to glory gone,For all the servants of our King,In heav'n and earth are one.LAND OF REST.C. M.By H. S. Rees.O land of rest, for thee I sigh,When will the moments come,When I shall lay my armour by,And dwell with Christ at home?EMANUEL.C. M.J. M. Day.1. Dear Sovereign of my soul's desires,Thy love is bliss divine,Accept the wish that love inspires,And bid me call thee mine,And bid me call thee mine.2. I would be thine, thou know'st I would,And have thee all my own,Thee, O my all-sufficient good,I want, and thee alone,I want, and thee alone.MELODY.C. M.B. F. White.And must I be to judgment brought,And answer in that dayFor ev'ry vain and idle thought,And ev'ry word I say?CAMBRIDGE.C. M.1. The Lord will happiness divineOn contrite hearts bestow;Then tell me, gracious God! is mineA contrite heart, or no?A contrite heart, or no,A contrite heart, or no?2. I hear, but seem to hear in vain,Insensible as steel;If aught is felt, 'tis only painTo find I cannot feel.3. I sometimes think myself inclinedTo love thee, if I could;But often feel another mindAverse to all that's good.4. My best desires are faint and few,I fain would strive for more;But, when I cry--"My strength renew,"Seem weaker than before.5. Thy saints are comforted, I know,And love thy house of prayer;I sometimes go where others go,But find no comfort there.SHEPHERDS REJOICE.C. M. D.L. P. Breedlove.1. Shepherds, rejoice! lift up your eyes,And send your fears away;News from the regions of the skies--"A Saviour's born to-day!2. "Jesus, the God whom angels fear,Comes down to dwell with you;To-day he makes his entrance here,But not as monarchs do.3. "No gold nor purple swaddling bands,Nor royal shining things:A manger for his cradle stands,And holds the King of kings.4. "Go, shepherds, where the infant lies,And see his humble throne!With tears of joy in all your eyes,Go, shepherds, kiss the Son!"5. Thus Gabriel sang, and straight aroundThe heavenly armies throng;They tune their harps to lofty sound,And thus conclude the song:6. "Glory to God that reigns above!Let peace surround the earth;Mortals shall know their Maker's love,At their Redeemer's birth."7. Lord! and shall angels have their songs,And men no tunes to raise?O may we lose our useless tongues,When they forget to praise!8. Glory to God that reigns above,That pitied us forlorn!We join to sing our Maker's love,For there's a Saviour born.GREENSBOROUGH.C. M.Col. John Mercer.1. There is a land of pure delight,Where saints immortal reign;Infinite day excludes the night,And pleasures banish pain,And pleasures banish pain.2. There everlasting spring abides,And never-withering flowers;Death, like a narrow sea, dividesThis heavenly land from ours,This heavenly land from ours.3. [Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood,Stand dress'd in living green:So to the Jews old Canaan stood,While Jordan roll'd between.4. But timorous mortals start, and shrinkTo cross this narrow sea,And linger, shivering on the brink,And fear to launch away.]5. O! could we make our doubts remove,--Those gloomy doubts that rise,And see the Canaan that we love,With unbeclouded eyes;6. Could we but climb where Moses stood,And view the landscape o'er;Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold floodShould fright us from the shore.VICTORIA.C. M.Leonard P. Breedlove.Alas! and did my Saviour bleed?Alas! and did my Saviour bleed?Alas! and did my Saviour bleed?And did my Sov'reign die?I have but one more river to cross,I have but one more river to cross,I have but one more river to cross,And then I'll be at rest.Would he devote his sacred head,Would he devote his sacred head,Would he devote his sacred headFor such a worm as I?I have but one more river to cross,I have but one more river to cross,I have but one more river to cross,And then I'll be at rest.TRUMBULL.C. M.Benham.The promise of my Father's loveShall stand for ever good,He said, and gave his soul to death,And seal'd the grace with bloodHe bloodAnd seal'd the grace with blood.THE SINNER'S RESOLVE.C. M.By E. L. King.Come, humble sinner, in whose breasta thousand thoughts revolve,Come with your guilt and fear opprest,And make this last resolve:I'll go to Jesus, though my sinHath like a mountain rose,I know his courts, I'll enter inWhatever may oppose,Whatever may oppose,Whatever may oppose.I know his courts, I'll enter in,Whatever may oppose.ST. THOMAS.S. M.Come sound his praise abroad,And hymns of glory sing,Jehovah is the sovereign Lord,The universal King.NEVER PART.C. M.Jno. Carwell.Come, humble sinner, in whose breastA thousand thoughts revolve,Come, with your guilt and fear opprest,And make this last resolve.We're marching through Immanuel's ground,And soon shall hear the trumpet sound,And then all shall with Jesus reign,And never, never part again.What? never part again,No, never part again.What, &c.No never, &c.And soon, &c.And never, never part again.ZION'S JOY.S. M.By Dr. W. J. Thomas.How beauteous are their feet,Who stand on Zion's hill!Who bring salvation on their tongue,Who, &c.And words of truth reveal!SARDINIA.C. M. D.Castle.1. Behold the love,--the gen'rous loveThat holy David shows!Behold his kind compassion moveFor his afflicted foes!When they are sick his soul complains,And seems to feel the smart;The spirit of the gospel reigns,And melts his pious heart.2. How did his flowing tears condoleAs for a brother dead!And fasting, mortified his soul,While for their lives he pray'd.They groan'd, and cursed him on their bed,Yet still he pleads and mourns;And double blessings on his headThe righteous Lord returns.3. O glorious type of heavenly grace!Thus Christ the Lord appears;While sinners curse, the Saviour prays,And pities them with tears.He, the true David, Israel's King,Bless'd and beloved of God,To save us rebels, dead in sin,Paid his own dearest blood.CONVERSION.C. M.When God reveal'd his gracious name,And changed my mournful state,My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream,My raptureThe grace appear'd so great,The grace, &c.PROVIDENCE.C. M.What shall I render to my GodFor all his kindness shown?My feet shall visit thine abode,My songs address thy throne.My feet shall visit thine abode,My songs, &c.My feet, &c.My songs, &c.NEW JERUSALEM.C. M.Ingalls.Lo! what a glorious sight appearsTo our believing eyes;The former seas have pass'd away,And the old rolling skies!The formerAnd the old rolling skies,And the old rolling skies,And the old rolling skies!CALVARY.C. M.Reed.My thoughts, that often mount the skies,Go, search the world--Go, search the world beneath,Where nature all in ruin lies,Where nature ruin lies,And owns her sovereign--Death!And owns,And owns her sovereign--Death!FORT VALLEY.C. M.E. L. King.1. To our Redeemer's glorious name,Awake the sacred song!O may his love (immortal flame!)Tune ev'ry heart and tongue.O may, &c.Tune, &c.2. His love, what mortal thought can reach!What mortal tongue display!Imagination's utmost stretchIn wonder dies away.Imagination's, &c.In, &c.3.He left his radiant throne on high,Left the bright realms of bliss,And came to earth to bleed and die!--Was ever love like this?4.Dear Lord, while we adoring payOur humble thanks to thee,May every heart with rapture say,"The Saviour died for me."5.O may the sweet, the blissful theme,Fill every heart and tongue:Till strangers love thy charming name,And join the sacred song.NEW JORDAN.C. M. D.Thumwar.On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,And cast a wishful eye,To Canaan's fair and happy land,Where my possessions lie.Oh the transporting, rapturous scenes,That rises to my sight,Sweet fields array'd in living green,And rivers of delight.Sweet, &c.And, &c.LITTLE MARLBOROUGH.S. M.Welcome, sweet day of rest,That saw the Lord arise;Welcome to this reviving breast,And these rejoicing eyes.MORGAN.C. M.With songs and honours sounding loud,Address the Lord on high!Over the heavens he spreads his cloud,And waters veil the sky.He sends his showers of blessings down,To cheer the plains below,To cheerHe makes the grass the mountains crown,He makes, &c. mountains crown,And corn in valleys grow.He makesHe makes the grass the mountains crown,And corn in valleys grow,And corn, &c.OXFORD.C. M. D.Meth. Hymn Book, p. 425.John Massengale.Shepherds, rejoice! lift up your eyes,And send your fears away:News from the regions of the skies.--A Saviour's born to-day!Jesus, the God whom angels fear,Comes down to dwell with you;To-day he makes his entrance here,--But not as monarchs do!PARTING FRIENDS.C. M.E. L. King.What is there here to court my stay,And keep me back from home,When angels beckon me away,And Jesus bids me come?Shall I regret my parting friendsHere in this vale confined?Nay, but where'er my soul ascends,They will not stay behind.LIVING LAMB.C. M.C. A. Davis.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?CHORUS.Oh the Lamb, the living Lamb,The Lamb on Calvary,The Lamb that was slain,But lives again,To intercede for me.THIS WORLD IS NOT MY HOME.C. M.John Massengale.On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,And cast a wishful eye,To Canaan's fair and happy land,Where my possessions lie.CHORUS.This world is not my home,This world is not my home,This world's a wilderness below,This world is not my home.SILVER STREET.S. M.Come sound his praise abroad,and hymns of glory sing,Jehovah is the sovereign Lord,The universal King.Praise ye the Lord,Hallelujah,Praise ye the Lord,Hallelujah,Hallelujah,Hallelujah,Hallelujah,Praise ye the Lord.SING TO ME OF HEAVEN.S. M.John Massengale.1. O, sing to me of heaven,When I am call'd to dieSing songs of holy ecstasy,To waft my soul on high!2. When cold and sluggish dropsRoll off my marble brow,Burst forth in strains of joyfulness,Let heaven begin below!3. When the last moment comes,O watch my dying face,And catch the bright, seraphic gleamWhich on each feature plays.4. Then to my ravish'd earLet one sweet song begin;Let music charm me last on earth,And greet me first in heaven.5. Then close my sightless eyes,And lay me down to rest,And clasp my cold and icy handsAcross my peaceful breast.6. Then round my senseless clayAssemble those I love,And sing of heaven, delightful heaven,My glorious home above.CONCORDS. M.1. The men of grace have foundGlory begun below;Celestial fruits, on earthly ground,Celestial fruits, on earthly ground,From faith and hope may grow.2.The hill of Zion yieldsA thousand sacred sweets,Before we reach the heavenly fields,Or walk the golden streets.3.Then let our songs abound,And every tear be dry;We're marching through Immanuel's ground,To fairer worlds on high.AMHERST.H. M.Billings.1. Lord of the worlds above,How pleasant and how fairThe dwellings of thy love,Thine earthly temples are!To thine abodeMy heart aspires,with warm desiresTo see my God.2. The sparrow for her young,With pleasure seeks a nest,And wand'ring swallows longTo find their wonted rest:My spirit faintsWith equal zealTo rise and dwellAmong thy saints.3.O happy souls that prayWhere God appoints to hear!O happy men that payTheir constant service there!They praise thee still;And happy theyThat love the way,To Zion's hill.WORLDS ABOVE.H. M.Original.B. F. White.1. Lord of the worlds above,How pleasant and how fairThe dwellings of thy love,Thine earthly temples are!To thine abodeMy heart aspires,With warm desiresTo see my God.2.To spend one sacred dayWhere God and saints abide,Affords diviner joyThan thousand days beside:Where God resorts,I love it moreTo keep the door,Than shine in courts.CARMARTHEN.H. M.Rejoice! the Lord is King!--Your Lord and King adore;Mortals, give thanks and sing,And triumph evermore;Lift up your hearts,Lift up your voice,Rejoice! again, I say, rejoice!Rejoice! again, I say, rejoice!PLEYEL'S HYMN.7s.Pleyel.Sinner, art thou still secure?Wilt thou still refuse to pray?Can thy heart or hands endureIn the Lord's avenging day?AUBURN.7s.D. P. White.Pilgrim, burden'd with thy sin,Haste to Zion's gate to-day;There, till mercy lets thee in,Knock, and weep, and watch, and pray.MORNING MEDITATION.7s.Miss S. G. Jones.Though the morn may be serene,--Not a threat'ning cloud be seen,Who can undertake to say'Twill be pleasant all the day?Tempests suddenly may rise,Light'nings flash and thunders roar,Darkness overspread the skiesEre a short-lived day be o'er.RELIGION IS A FORTUNE.7, 6.By W. L. William.Oh when shall I see Jesus,And reign with him above,And from the flowing fountain,Drink everlasting love?Religion is a fortune,And Heaven is a home.Shout glory, halle, hallelujah,When we all get to HeavenWe will shout aloud and sing,Shout glory, halle, hallelujah.When shall I be deliver'dFrom this vain world of sin,And with my blessed JesusDrink endless pleasure in?Religion is &c.THE LOST CITY.7, 6.By E. L. King.O when shall I see Jesus,And reign with him above,And from the flowing fountainDrink everlasting love,And to glory I will go,And to glory I will go, will go, will go,And to glory I will go.PLEASANT OHIO.7, 6.Dossey's Choice, p. 19.John Massengale.How lost was my condition,Till Jesus made me whole:There is but one physician,Can cure the sin-sick soul.Next door to death he found me,And snatch'd me from the grave,To tell to all around me,His wond'rous love to save.AUTAUGA.7, 6.John Massengale.Oh when shall I see Jesus,And reign with him above,And from the flowing fountainDrink everlasting love:CHORUS.Soon we shall land on Canaan's shore,Soon we shall land on Canaan's shore,Soon we shall land on Canaan's shore,To live for evermore.GRIFFIN.7, 6.R. F. M. Mann.O when shall I see Jesus,And reign with him above;And from the flowing fountainDrink everlasting love?CHORUS.I have some friends in glory,Sometimes I hope to see:There are others on the way,I hope will pray for me.SOFT MUSIC.7, 6, 7, 7.B. F. White.1. Soft, soft music is stealing,--Sweet, lingers the strain;Loud, now it is pealing,Waking the echoes again!Yes, yes, yes, yes;Waking the echoes again!2. Join, children of sadness,Send, sorrow away;Now, changing to gladness,Warble this beautiful lay;Yes, yes, yes, yes;Warble this beautiful lay.3. Hope, fair and enduring,Joy, joy, bright as the day;Love, heaven insuring,Sweetly invites you away;Yes, yes, yes, yes;Sweetly invites you away.NORTH PORT.L. M.Dr. R. R. Osborne.--Bass by J. Smith.Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone,Glory Hallelujah;He whom I fix my hopes upon!Glory! Hallelujah!CHORUS.I want a seat in Paradise,Glory Hallelujah!I love that union never dies,Glory! Hallelujah!THE CAUSE OF CHRIST.7, 7, 7, 5, 7, 7, 7, 5.E. L. King.Who the cause of Christ would yield?Who would leave the battle field?Who would cast away his lot?Let him basely go!Who for Zion's King will stand?Who will join the faithful band?Let him come with heart and hand,--Let him face the foe!WEARY PILGRIM.7. 9.Leonard P. Breedlove.Come and taste, along with me,The weary pilgrim's consolation;Boundless mercy, running free,The earnest of complete salvation.Joy and peace in Christ I find,My heart to him is all resign'd;The fulness of his power I prove,The sweetness of redeeming love!Jesus is the pilgrim's portion,Love as boundless as the ocean.HATFIELD.C. M.Arranged by B. F. White.Naked as from the earth we came,And crept to life at first,We to the earth return again,And mingle with our dust.The dear delights we here enjoy,And fondly call our own,Are but short favours borrow'd now,To be repaid anon.NARROW SPACE.8, 8, 6.S. R. Penick.Lo! on a narrow neck of land,'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand,Yet how insensible!A point of time, a moment's space,Removes me to that heavenly place,Or shuts me up in hell.INDIAN SONG.8, 8, 6.T. & J. R. Turner.1. In the dark wood no Indian nigh,Then me look heav'n and send up cry,Upon my knee so low.That God on high in shining place,See me at night with teary face,The priest did tell me so.2.God send he angel, take me care,He come himself, he hear my prayer,If inside heart do pray.Now me love God with inside heart,He fight for me, he take my part,He with me night and day.3.God love poor Indian in the wood,So me love God, and that be good,He saved my life before.He see me now, he know my tear,He say, poor Indian, never fear,Me with you all time more.COLLINS.8, 7.O hearken, sinners, we have comeTo warn you of your danger,We pray be reconciled to himWho once lay in a manger.Ho! evry one that thirsteth,Come ye to the waters,Freely drink and quench your thirst,Like Zion's sons and daughters.COLUMBIANA.8, 7.Buck's Hymn-book, H. 530.By D. P. White.May the grace of Christ our Saviour,And the Father's boundless love,With the Holy Spirit's favour,Rest upon us from above.VILLULIA.8, 7.By J. M. Day.Mercy, O thou Son of David,Thus poor blind Bartimeus pray'd,Others by thy grace are saved,Now to me afford thine aid.SONS OF SORROW8, 7.Treble by Wm. Houser.Hail! ye sighing sons of sorrow;Learn, with me, your certain doom;Learn, with me, your fate to-morrow,--Dead, perhaps laid in the tomb!See all nature fading, dying,--Silent, all things seem to mourn;Life from vegetation flying,Calls to mind the mould'ring urn.FAMILY CIRCLE.8, 7.Rev. R. E. Brown & B. F. White.Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing,Tune my heart to sing thy grace;Streams of mercy, never ceasing,Calls for songs of loudest praise.Bless the Lord, O my soul!Praise the Lord, O my brother!Shout and sing, O my sister!Give Him glory, O my father!And rejoice, O my mother!And we'll travel on together,And we'll join heart and hands for Canaan.O COME AWAY!1. O come, come away,From labour now reposing,Our jubilee has set us free,--O come, come away!Come, hail the day that celebratesThe ransom of th'inebriatesFrom all that intoxicates,O come, come away!2. We welcome you here!With heart and hand wide open,Ye gallant sons of temperance,We welcome you here!Heaven's blessings on your plans we pray!Ye come our sinking friends to save,And rescue from a drunkard's grave,We welcome you here!3. We welcome you here!Ye who with taste pervertedHave seized the cup, and drank it up,--We welcome you here!Come, join us in our holy aim,The poor besotted to reclaim,The broken heart to cheer again,--O come, sign the pledge!4. We welcome you here!Ye who your vows have broken,Falling before the tempter's power,--We welcome you here!Ye who have sold yourselves for naught,Take back the priceless boon you bought,O take a sober, second thought,And try, try again!5. We welcome you here!Ye maids and matrons lovely,Whose charms, we yield, must win the field,--We welcome you here!Ye who have hearts to feel for wo,Wide as the streams of sorrow flow.O frown on the deadly foe,But smile on the sons!RETURN AGAIN.8, 7, 4.Mercer's Cluster, p. 389.Wm. L. Williams.Saviour, visit thy plantation,Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain,All will come to desolation,Unless thou return again.CHORUS.Lord, revive us! Lord, revive us!All our help must come from thee,Lord, revive us! Oh revive us!All our help must come from thee.WOODVILLE.8s.Rev. Mr. Thoms & B. F. White.1. Sinners, perhaps this news with youMay have no weight, altho' so true;The carnal pleasures of this earthBreak off the thoughts and fears of death;The aged sinner will not turn,His heart's so hard, he cannot mourn;Much harder than the flinty rock,It will not break, though Jesus knock!Chorus. Arise! arise! we're going home,Away to new Jerusalem!2. See blooming youth, all in their prime,And counting up their length of time;They oft-times say 'tis their intent,When they get old, they will repent;But, oh! the sad, the awful stateOf those who come, but come too late!The foolish virgins did beginTo knock, but could not enter in.3. When Christ the Lord shall come to reign,In solemn pomp and burning flame,See Gabriel go proclaim the sound,Awake, ye nations under ground!Oh! how will parents tremble thereWho've raised their children without prayer?Methinks you'll hear some children say--I never heard my parents pray!MERCY'S FREE.9, 6, 9, 8, 8, 8, 6.Leonard P. Breedlove.1. What's this that in my soul is rising?Is it grace? Is it grace?Which makes me keep for mercy crying,Is it grace? Is it grace?This work that's in my soul begun,It makes me strive all sin to shun,It plants my soul beneath the sun,Mercy's free! Mercy's free!2. Great God of love I can but wonder,Mercy's free! Mercy's free!Though I've no price at all to tender,Mercy's free! Mercy's free!Though mercy's free, our God is just,And if a soul should ere be lost,This will torment the sinner most,Mercy's free! Mercy's free!3. Swell, O swell the heavenly chorus,Mercy's free! Mercy's free!The devil's kingdom falls before us,Mercy's free! Mercy's free!Sinners, repent, inquire the roadThat leads to glory and to God,Come wash in Christ's atoning blood,Mercy's free! Mercy's free!4. This truth through all our life shall cheer us,Mercy's free! Mercy's free!And through the vale of death shall bear us,Mercy's free! Mercy's free!And when to Jordan's banks we come,And cross the raging billow's foam,We'll sing, when safely landed home,Mercy's free! Mercy's free!SAWYER'S EXIT.9, 8.John Massengale.1. How bright is the day when the Christian,Receives the sweet message to come,To rise to the mansions of glory,And be there for ever at home,And be there for ever at home,And be there for ever at home,To rise to the mansions of glory,And be there for ever at home.2. The angels stand ready in waiting,The moment the spirit is gone,To carry it upward to heaven,And welcome it safely at home,And welcome it safely at home,And welcome it safely at home,To carry it upward to heaven,And welcome it safely at home.3. The saints that have gone up before us,All raise a new shout as we come,And sing hallelujah the louder,To welcome the travellers home,To welcome the travellers home,To welcome the travellers home,And sing hallelujah the louder,To welcome the travellers home.4. And there are our friends and companions,Escaped from the evil to come,And crowding the gates of fair Zion,To wait our arrival at home.5. And there is the blessed Redeemer,So mild on his merciful throne,With heart and hands widely extended,To welcome his ransom'd ones home.6. Then let us go onward rejoicing,Till Jesus invites us to come,To share in his glorious kingdom,And rest in his bosom at home.** These words were composed by Rev. S. B. Sawyer on the day of his death, with request that this tune should be set to them.WHEN I AM GONE.10 & 4.M. H. Turner.1. Shed not a tear o'er your friend's early bier,When I am gone, when I am gone:Smile when the slow tolling bell you shall hear,When I am gone, when I am gone.Weep not for me as you stand round my grave,Think who has died his beloved to save,Think of the crown all the ransom'd shall wear,When I am gone, I am gone.2. Shed not a tear as you all kneel in prayer,When I am gone, when I am gone:Sing a sweet song when my grave you shall see,When I am gone, when I am gone,Sing to the Lamb who on earth once was slain,Sing to the Lamb who in heaven doth reign,Sing till the earth shall be fill'd with his name,When I am gone, I am gone.3. Plant you a rose that shall bloom o'er my grave,When I am gone, when I am gone:Sing a sweet song, such as angels may have,When I am gone, when I am gone.Praise ye the Lord that I'm freed from all care,Praise ye the Lord that my joys you shall share,Look up on high and believe that I'm there,When I am gone, I am gone.MEDITATION.11s.Dover Selection, p. 176.L. P. Breedlove.From gloomy dejection my thoughts mount the sky,And realms ever peaceful, transported, descry;There joys, ever blooming, enrapture the soul,And rivers of pleasure incessantly roll.Oh! my soul is full of love!How I long to be at home,To rangeThe new Jerusalem!THE LONE PILGRIM.11, 8, 11, 8.B. F. White.1. I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay,And pensively stood by his tomb;When in a low whisper I heard something say,How sweetly he sleeps here alone.2. The tempest may howl, and the loud thunders roar,And gathering storms may arise,Yet calm are his feelings, at rest is his soul,The tears are all wiped from his eyes.3.The cause of his Master propell'd him from home;He bade his companion farewell;He bless'd his dear children who for him now mourn,In far distant regions they dwell.4.He wander'd an exile and stranger from home,No kindred or relative nigh;He met the contagion and sank to the tomb,His soul flew to mansions on high.5O tell his companion and children most dear,To weep not for him now he's gone;The same hand that led him through scenes most severeHas kindly assisted him home.THE OLD-FASHIONED BIBLE.12, 11.L. P. Breedlove.How painfully pleasing the fond recollectionOf youthful connections and innocent joy;While bless'd with parental advice and affection,Surrounded with mercy and peace from on high;I still view the chairs of my father and mother,--Their offspring, as seated and ranged on each hand,And the richest of books, which excels ev'ry other,--The family Bible, that lay on the stand!The old-fashion'd Bible, the dear, blessed Bible!The family Bible, that lay on the stand!LET US GO.C. A. Davis.Lift up your heads, Immanuel's friends,And taste the pleasure Jesus sends.Oh! come, and let us go, let us go, let us go!Oh! come, and let us go,Where pleasure never dies!SOUTH UNION.12, 11.Hosanna to Jesus! I'm fill'd with his praises!Come, O my dear brethren, and help me to sing!No theme is so charming, no love is so warming,It gives joy and gladness, and comfort within.Hosanna is ringing! I'm happy while singingAnd shouting the praises of Jesus's name;The angels in glory repeat the glad storyOf Jesus's love, which is made known to man.THE SOLDIER'S DREAM.C. A. Davis.Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd,And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky;And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd,The weary to sleep,The weary to sleep,And the wounded to die!THE AMERICAN STAR.D. P. White.The spirits of Washington, Warren, Montgomery,Look down from the clouds with bright aspect serene,Come, soldiers, a tear and a toast to their mem'ry,Rejoicing they'll see us as they once have been.To us the high boon by the gods have been granted,To spread the glad tidings of liberty far.Let millions invade us, we'll meet them undaunted,And conquer or die by the American Star.THE BLESSED BIBLE.Wm. L. Williams.How painfully pleasing the fond recollection,Of youthful connection and innocent joy,While blest with parental advice and affection,Surrounded with mercy and peace from on high.I still view the chairs of my father and mother,The seats of their offspring as ranged on each hand,And the richest of books which excels ev'ry other,The family Bible that lay on the stand.CHORUS.The old-fashion'd Bible, the dear blessed Bible,The family Bible that lay on the stand.TRANSPORTING NEWS.J. H. Whaley.--Bass by C. A. Davis.Transporting news the Saviour's come,To purchase our salvation,Let ev'ry tongue now speak his praise,In strains of acclamation.When hell's dark host with wicked boastHad 'complished man's subjection,Christ's wondrous grace relieved our race,By mercy's sweet direction.Th'eternal God's eternal Son,The heir and partner of his throne,In pity stoop'd--was crucified,His blood and righteousness applied,And thus our souls at freedom set,By paying off the dreadful debt:We therefore are from guilt set free,Will joyfully adore him.THE RED SEA ANTHEM.Original.B. F. White.The Lord spoke unto Moses, saying,Sanctify unto me all the first born.And Moses said unto the people,Remember this day in which ye came out of Egypt;Out of the house of bondage, by the strong hand of the Lord.And Pharaoh, the king of Egypt, was loth to let them go.And when he had let them go,God, by his servant Moses, led them towards the Red Sea,Through the wilderness;And Pharaoh the king pursued them in the anger of an enemy,With all the hosts of Egypt array'd in army form;But the Lord was with Moses and his chosen race,And led them safely on and enabled them to make their escape from the hands of the king.And when they arrived at the Red Sea the Lord commanded Moses to stretch out his hand over the sea.And Moses obey'd the Lord, and the waters were roll'd back, and became a wall on either side, and the children of Israel passed through on dry land,And Pharaoh the king attempted to pursue, with all his army;And when they enter'd into the deep, the waters return'd, and buried them all in the depth of the sea,Then Moses and his people stood on the banks of the sea and shouted,Glory to God in the highest!Glory and honour, power and blessing be unto his name for ever and ever.HAPPY LAND.6, 4, 7, 4.Leonard P. Breedlove.1. There is a happy land,Far, far away,Where saints in glory stand,Bright, bright as day,Oh how they sweetly sing,Worthy is our Saviour king,Loud let his praises ring,Praise, praise for aye,2. Come to the happy land,Come, come away,Why will you doubting stand,Why yet delay,Oh we shall happy be,When from sin and sorrow free,Lord, we shall live with thee,Blest, blest for aye.3. Bright in that happy land,Beams every eye,Kept by a father's hand,Love cannot die,Then shall his kingdom come,Saints shall share a glorious home,And bright above the sun,We reign for aye.ANTHEM ON THE SAVIOUR.(Original.)B. F. White.My friends come listen awhileAnd I will tell you a storyAbout our loving Saviour;He came of low estate,Was rejected by his own,Was born of the Virgin Mary,And was cradled in a manger.The next we hear of this blessed Saviour,He was going about doing good,And teaching the people righteousness;And for this he was condemn'd to die,To which he consentedAnd in the act of dying gave up the ghost,And said, It is finish'd!Then he was buried,And the third day,He rose from the grave,He rose, &c.He rose, &c.A triumphant conqueror,And ascended to mansions on high,And is now exalted a Prince and a Saviour,And grants repentance unto men.Then let us praise himThen, &c.Then, &c.Magnify and adore,World without end,Amen.MURILLO'S LESSON.11s.Unknown.As down a lone valley with cedars o'erspread,From war's dread confusion I pensively stray'd,The gloom from the face of fair heaven retired,The winds hush'd their murmurs, the thunders expir'd;Perfumes as of Eden flow'd sweetly along,A voice as of angels enchantingly sung,A voice as of angels enchantingly sung,Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,The queen of the world and the child of the skies.PROSPERITY.8s.L. P. Breedlove.O may I worthy prove, to see,Glory to Immanuel!The saints in full prosperity!Glory to Immanuel!To see the bride--the glitt'ring bride,Glory to Immanuel!Close seated by her Saviour's side,Glory to Immanuel!THE ROYAL BAND.12s & 11s.W. T. Power.Hosanna to Jesus, my soul's fill'd with praises,Come, O my dear brethren, and help me to sing,No music so charming, no look is so warming,It gives life and comfort, and gladness within.Hosanna is ringing: O how I love singing,There's nothing so sweet as the sound of his name.The angels in glory repeat the glad story,Of love which in Jesus is made known to man.LOVING JESUS.8, 7, 10, 8, 7.White & Searcy.Here's my heart, my loving Jesus,Here's my heart, my loving Jesus,Here's my heart, my loving Jesus,--Thou who did'st from sin relieve us,Take the purchase of thy blood,Take the purchase of thy blood!Loving Jesus,Thou hast bought a ransom!Loving Jesus,Thou hast bought a ransom!Glory, Glory, honour, praise, and powerBe unto the Lamb forever!Glory, glory to the Lord!Glory, glory to the Lord!NORWICH.D. P. White.Oh the delights, the heavenly joys,The glories of the placeWhere Jesus sheds the brightest beams,Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams,Where Jesus sheds the brightest beamsOf his o'erflowing grace!Where Jesus sheds the brightest beamsWhere Jesus sheds the brightest beamsOf his o'erflowing grace!Sweet majesty and awful loveSit smiling on his brow,And all the glorious, all the glorious ranks aboveAnd all the glorious ranks aboveAt humble distance bow,At humble distance bow.SOUTHWELL.C. P. M.'Tis finish'd, 'tis finish'd, 'tis finish'd, 'tis finish'd,The Redeemer said,And meekly bow'd his dying head.While we the sentence scan,Come, sinners, and observe the word,Behold the conquest of the Lord,Complete for sinful man,Complete, Complete, Complete, Complete,Complete for sinful man,Complete for sinful man,Complete for sinful man,Complete, Complete Complete,Complete for sinful man,Complete for sinful man.NEW APPENDIX.The Committee appointed by the Musical Convention to enlarge "The Sacred Harp," met according to appointment, and have adopted about one hundred pieces, being new compositions never before published, for a second Appendix to "The Sacred Harp."All of which is respectfully submitted,B. F. WHITE,E. T. POUND,J. P. REES,R. F. BALL,A. OGLETREE,T. WALLER,J. T. EDMUNDS,A. S. WEBSTER,Committee.January 18, 1859.REMEMBER ME.C. M.B. F. White. & L. L. Leadbeater.There is a fountain filled with blood,Drawn from Emanuel's veins,And sinners plung'd beneath that floodLose all their guilty stains.CHORUS.--I will believe, I do believe, that Jesus died for me,Remember all thy dying groans and then remember me.NEWMAN.C. M.Music original, by J. P. Rees.Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear,Repent, thy end is nigh,Death at the farthest can't be far,O think before thou die!Reflect, thou hast a soul to save,Thy sins, how high they mount,What are thy hopes beyond the grave?How stands that dark account?SEND A BLESSING.10s & 11s.B. F. White. & L. L. Leadbeater.1. O, tell me no more of this world's vain store,The time for such trifles with me now is o'er.Send a blessing,Send a blessing,Send a blessing,Send a blessing,Send a blessing, just now, just now, just now,Send a blessing just now.2. A country I've found, where true joys abound,To dwell I'm determined on that happy ground.Send a blessing,Send a blessing,Send a blessing,Send a blessing,Send a blessing, just now, just now, just now,Send a blessing just now.MONROE.8, 7.(Original.)W. S. Turner.Jesus, I my cross have taken,All to leave and follow thee;Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,Thou, from hence, my all shall be.Perish, ev'ry fond ambition,All I've sought or hoped or known;Yet how rich is my condition,God and heav'n is still my own.HEAVENLY DOVE.C. M.A. Ogletree.Come Holy Spirit, heavenly dove,With all thy quick'ning powers,Kindle a flame of sacred love,Kindle a flame of sacred loveIn these cold hearts of ours.Kindle a flame of sacred loveIn these cold hearts of ours.ENDLESS DISTRESS.8s, 11s.(Original.)By Rev. Edmund Dumas.Floyd's Primitive Hymn Book, No. 382.While sorrows encompass me round,And endless distresses I see,Astonish'd, I cry, can a mortal be found,Surrounded with troubles like me,Surrounded with troubles like me.WEEPING PETER.7s, 6s.Jesus, let thy pitying eyeCall back a wand'ring sheep,False to thee like Peter, IWould fain like Peter weep;Let me be by grace restored,On me be all long suff'ring shown,Turn and look upon me Lord,And break my heart of stone.OH, SING WITH ME!By Miss P. R. Lancaster.Oh! sing with me of social spheres,Where breathes in kindness mutual love,Where no ungentle look appears,Though faithfulness should ev'n reprove.Come sing of all that's bright and fairIn azure sky and beauteous earth,Oh! sing of heav'n, our hopes are there,With treasures of immortal worth.LOVE THE LORD.C. M.J. P. Rees.Alas and did my Saviour bleed,And did my sovereign die,Would he devote his sacred headFor such a worm as I.O who is like Jesus, hallelujah,Praise ye the Lord,There's none like Jesus, hallelujah,Love and serve the Lord.HELP ME TO SING.P. M.B. F. White.Ye souls who are bound unto Canaan,Come join in and help me to singThe praises of my loving Jesus,My prophet, my priest, and my king.His name is most sweetly melodious,'Twill help you most swiftly to move,While Jesus himself is the leader,We're bound by the cords of his love.HAPPY HOME.L. M.J. P. Rees.O yes; my Saviour I will trust,And though my body turns to dust,My spirit shall fly out and sing,Eternal prises to my king,Oh what a happy time, when the Christians all get home,And we'll shout and praise the Lamb in Glory.PARTING FRIENDS.C. M.Arranged by J. C. Graham.The time must come when we must part,When we must say Farewell?To part with you gives to my heart,A sting no one can tell,I'll think of thee both night and day,O then remember me.When I am gone and far away,I still will think of thee.THE HEAVENLY PORT.C. M.By Eld. Edmund Dumas.Aug. 8, 1859.On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,And cast a wishful eyeTo Canaan's fair and happy land,Where my possessions lie.CHORUS.--We'll stem the storm, it won't be long,The heav'nly port is nigh,We'll stem the storm, it won't be long,We'll anchor by and by.VALLEY GROVE.L. M.By R. F. Ball.1. How blest the righteous when he dies!How gently heaves the expiring breast,How mildly beams the closing eyesWhen sinks a weary soul to rest.Sweet home!Oh, when shall I get there.2. So fades a summer cloud away;So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;So gently shuts the eye of day;So dies a wave along the shore.3. Life's duty done, as sinks the clay,Light from its load the spirit flies,While heaven and earth combine to say,How blest the righteous when he dies!THE YEAR OF JUBILEE.H. M.(Original.)By J. L. Pickarn.Blow ye the trumpet, blowThe gladly solemn sound,Let all the nations knowTo earth's remotest bounds,The year of Jubilee is come,Return ye ransom'd sinners home.The year of Jubilee is come,Return ye ransom'd sinners home.THE HILL OF ZION.S. M.(Original.)B. F. White.The Hill of Zion wields,A thousand sacred sweets.Before we reach the heavenly fields,Or walk the golden streets.PARADISE PLAINS.L. M. D.J. L. Hinton and H. S. Rees.The busy scene of life is clos'd,And active usefulness is o'er;The body's laid in calm repose,And sin shall ne'er distress it more.The happy soul is gone to rest,Where cares no more shall spoil its peace:Reclining on its Saviour's breast,It shall enjoy eternal bliss.FLOYD.B. F. White.Christ was born in Bethlehem,Christ was born in Bethlehem,Christ was born in Bethlehem,And in a manger lay.And in a manger lay,And in a manger lay.Christ was born in Bethlehem,And in a manger lay.SWEET COMMUNION.8s & 7s.H. S. Rees & J. H. Jenkins.May the grace of Christ our Saviour,And the Father's boundless love,With the Holy Spirits, favorRest upon us from above.Thus may we abide in unionWith each other and the Lord.And possess in sweet communion,Joys which eart cannot afford.JESUS WEPT.S. M.(Original.)By John P. Rees.1855.He wept that we might weep,Each sin demands a tear;In heav'n alone no sin is found,And there's no weeping there.ETERNAL DAY.C. M.Music original, by J. P. Rees.O what of all my sufferings here,If, Lord, thou count me meetWith that enraptured host t'appearAnd worship at thy feet.Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,Take life or friends away,But let me find them all againIn that eternal day.JESUS ROSE.H. S. Rees.Go and tell his disciples,Go and tell his disciples,Go and tell his disciples,He has risen from the dead.CHORUS.Jesus rose, Brethren,Jesus rose, Brethren,Jesus rose, Brethren, he has risen from the dead,Through the earthAnd through the sky.FIGHT ON.S. M.(Original.)J. P. Rees.Fight on my soul 'till death,Shall bring thee to thy God,He'll take thee at thy parting breathUp to his blest abode.ASLEEP IN JESUS.L. M.(Original.)J. P. Rees.Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep,From which none ever wakes to weep.A calm and undisturbed repose,Unbroken by the last of foes.THE GREAT DAY.(As sung by Judge Falkerner of Al'a.)John P. Rees.I've a long time heard that there will be a judgment,That there will be a judgment in that day.O, there will be a judgment in that day,O, sinner, where will you stand in that day?2. I've a long time heard that the sun will be darken'd,That the sun will be darken'd in that day.O the sun will be darken'd in that day--Oh! sinner, where will you stand in that day?3. I've a long time heard that the moon will be bleeding,That the moon will be bleeding in that day.O the moon will be bleeding in that day,Oh! sinner, where will you stand in that day?4. I've a long time heard that the stars will be falling,That the stars will be falling in that day.O the stars will be falling in that day,Oh! sinner, where will you stand in that day?5. I've a long time heard that the earth will be burning,That the earth will be burning in that day.O the earth will be burning in that day,Oh! sinner, where will you stand in that day?PENNICK.C. M.By M. Sikes, Montgomery County, Ga.1. While traveling through the world belowWhere sore afflictions come,My soul abounds with joy to knowThat I will rest at home.CHORUS.Carry me home,Carry me home,When my life is o'er,Then carry me to my long sought home,Where pain is felt no more.2.My soul's delight has been to singOf glorious days to come,When I shall, with my God and KingForever rest at home.3.Yes, when my eyes are closed in death,My body cease to roam,I'll bid farewell to all belowAnd meet my friends at home.4.My ceaseless pleasure then shall be,Through endless days to come,To sing that Jesus died for meAnd range my peaceful home.5.And then I want these lines to beInscribed upon my tomb,Here lies the dust of S. R. P.His spirit sings at home.THE HAPPY SAILOR.B. F. White.Come tell of your ship and what is her name,Oh, tell me, happy Sailor!Come tell of your captain, and what is his fame,Oh, tell me, happy Sailor!She's the old ship of Zion, hallelu! hallelu!And her captain, Judah's Lion, hallelujah.SIMON'S CROSS.B. F. White.1. Must Simon bear the Cross alone,And all the world go free?No! there's a Cross for ev'ry one,And there's a cross for me.Yes, there's a Cross on Calvary,Thro' which by faith the Crown I see,To me 'tis pardon bringing:Oh, that's the Cross for me,Oh, that's the Cross for me.2. How happy are the Saints above,Who once went mourning here,But now they taste unmingled love,And joy without a tear:For perfect love will dry the tear,And cast out all tormenting fear--Which round my heart is clinging:Oh, that's the love for me,Oh, that's the love for me.3. We'll hear the consecrated Cross,'Till from that Cross we're free--And then go home to wear the Crown,For there's a Crown for me,Yes, there's a Crown in Heaven above,The purchase of my Saviour's love,For me at his appearing;Oh! that's the Crown for me,Oh, that's the Crown for me.4. The Saints shall hear the midnight cry:The Lord will then appear--And virgins wise with burning lampsWill meet him in the air;For there's a home in Heaven prepared,A house by Saints and Angels shared,Where Christ is interceding,Oh, that's the home for me,Oh, that's the home for me.NEW PROSPECT.C. M.W. S. Turner.O land of rest! for thee I sigh;When will the moment come,When I shall lay my armor by,And dwell in peace at home?And dwell in peace at home.When I shall lay my armor by,And dwell in peace at home?SOUNDING JOY.S. M.B. F. White.1. Behold the morning sun,Begins his glorious way,His beams through all the nations run,And life and light convey.His beams through all the nations runAnd life and light convey.2. But when the gospel comesIt spreads diviner light,It calls dead sinners from their tombs,And gives the blind their sight.It calls dead sinners from the tombAnd gives the blind their sight.3. My gracious God how plainAre thy directions given,Oh, may I never read in vain,But find the path to heav'n.Oh, may I never read in vain,But find the path to heav'n.CONVERTING GRACE.C. M.R. E. Brown, Jr.As pants the heart for cooling streamsWhen heated in the chase;So longs my soul, O God, for thee,And thy refreshing grace.Oh, for converting grace, and oh,For sanctifying pow'r!Lord, we ask in Jesus's name,A sweet, refreshing show'r.NEW HUNDRED.L. M.Look from on high, great God, and seeThy saints lamenting after thee,We sigh, we languish and complain,Revive thy gracious work again.I'M ON MY JOURNEY HOME.L. M.(Original.)Miss S. Lancaster.O who will come and go with me,I am on my journey home,I'm bound fair Canaan's land to see,I am on my journey home.CHORUS.O come and go with me,O come and go with me,O come and go with me,For I'm on my journey home.REFLECTION.6, 6, 6, 4. 6, 6, 6, 4.Composed by E. Elmore.Come youth and middle aged,That walks the earthly stage,And view this graven age,I pray draw near.And see the change of thingsTime with his flying wings,The months and minutes bring,As you shall hear.CAN I LEAVE YOU?Arranged by John P. Rees.Yes, my native land, I love thee,All thy scenes I love them well,Friends, connections, happy country,Can I bid you all farewell?Can I leave you,Far in heathen lands to dwell?I AM PASSING AWAY.L. M.(Original.)By R. F. Ball.Pass a few swiftly fleeting years,And all that now in bodies are,Shall quit like me this vale of tears,Their righteous sentence to receive.HINGHAM.S. M.Billings.My God, my life, my love,To thee, to thee I call,I cannot live if thou remove,For thou art all in all.NEWRY.S. M.M. C. H. Davis claims this tune.Did Christ o'er sinners weep,And shall our cheeks be dry!Let floods of penitential griefFlow forth from ev'ry eye.The son of God in tears,Angels with wonder see;Be thou astonished, Oh my soul!He shed those tears for me.WE'LL SOON BE THERE.L. M.By Oliver Bradfield.Alto by J. P. Rees.Oh, who will come and go with me,We'll shout and sing Hosanna,I'm bound fair Canaan's land to see,We'll shout and sing Hosanna.CHORUS.Go on, go on, we'll soon be there,We'll shout and sing Hosanna,Come on, come on, we'll soon be there,We'll shout and sing Hosanna.FAREWELL TO ALL.L. M.(Original.)By J. P. Rees.And now my friends, both old and young,I hope in Christ you'll still go on;And if on earth we meet no more,O, may we mest on Canaan's shoree.I hope you'll all remember me,If you on earth no more I see.An interest in your prayers I crave,That we may meet beyond the grave.THE DYING BOY.C. M. D.Composed by H. S. Rees.I'm dying, mother, dying now,Please raise my aching head,And fan my heated, burning brow,Your boy will soon be dead.Turn o'er my pillow once again,And Kis my fevered cheek,I'll soon be free'd from all the pain,For now I am so weak.Now light the lamps, my mother dear,The sun has pass'd away;I soon must go, but do not fear,I'll live in endless day.I'm sinking fast, my mother dear,I can no longer dwell;Yet I'll be with you, do not fear,But now, oh now, farewell!A band of angels beckon me,I can no longer stay;Hark! how they sing, "We welcome thee:Dear brother, haste away."The hour has come, my end is near,My soul is mounting higher;What glorious strains salute my earFrom heaven's angelic choir?Their flowing robes in brightness shine,A crown is on each head;Say, mother, will not such be mineWhen I am with the dead?Then do not weep, sweet mother, now,'Twill break this body frail,Those burning tears fall o'er my brow--Farewell, oh! fare thee well!STRUGGLE ON.H. S. Reese.Our praying time will soon be o'er,Hallelujah,We'll join with those who're gone before,Hallelujah.Struggle on, struggle on,Hallelujah,Struggle on for the work's most done,Hallelujah.To love and bless and praise the name,Hallelujah,Of Jesus Christ the bleeding Lamb,Hallelujah.Struggle on, &c.CUBA.J. A. Bolen and H. S. Reese.Go, preachers, and tell it to the world,Go, preachers, and tell it to the world,Go, preachers, and tell it to the world,Poor mourners found a home at last.Through free grace and a dying Lamb,Through free grace and a dying Lamb,Through free grace and a dying Lamb,Poor mourners found a home at last.FAME OF JESUS.L. M.(Original.)By E. T. Pound.Jesus, thy far extended fame,My drooping soul exults to hear;Thy name, thy all restoring name,Is music in a sinner's ear,Is music in a sinner's ear.PARADISE.C. M. D.(Original.)Wm. H. B. Mosher.The pleasant fields of Paradise,So glorious to behold,The valleys clad in living green,The mountains pav'd with gold.The trees of life with heavenly fruit,Behold how rich they stand!Blow, gentle gales, and waft my soul,Away to Canaan's land.YOUTH WILL SOON BE GONEL. M. D.(Original.)J. P. Rees.Youth, like the spring, will soon be gone,By fleeting Time or conqu'ring Death,Your morning sun may set at noon,And leave you ever in the dark.Your sparkling eyes and glowing cheeks,Must wither like the blasted rose;The coffin, earth and winding sheet,Will soon your active limbs enclose.THE MARCELLAS.7s.(Original.)By Rev. E. Dumas.Children of the heavenly King,As we journey sweetly sing;Sing your Saviour's worthy praise.Glorious in his works and ways;Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,Glorious in his works and ways.NEW HARMONY.8, 7.Arranged by Miss M. L. A. Lancaster.I want to live a Christian here,I want to die a shouting,I want to feel my Saviour near,While soul and body's parting,I want to see bright Angels standAnd waiting to receive me,To bear my soul to Canaan's land,Where Christ is gone before me.CHARLTON.C. M.L. P. Breedlove.My span of life will soon be done,The passing moments say,As length'ning shadows o'er the meadProclaim the close of day.O that my heart might dwell aloofFrom all created things,And learn that wisdom from above,Whence true contentment springs.WEEPING MARY.By J. P. Rees.They crucified the Saviour,They crucified the Saviour,They crucified the Saviour,And nailed him to the Cross;He arose,He arose,He arose,And ascended in a cloud.See Mary's come a weeping,See Mary's come a weeping,See Mary's come a weepingTo see where he was laid;He arose,He arose,He arose,And ascended in a cloud.PROMISED DAY.C. M.L. M. Raiford.How long, dear Saviour, oh, how longShall this bright hour delay;Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time,And bring the promised day,And bring the promised day.Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time,And bring the promised day.THE DYING CALIFORNIAN.8, 7.Ball & Drinkard.1. Lay up nearer, brother, nearer,For my limbs are growing cold;And thy presence seemeth nearer,When thine arms around me fold.2. I am dying, brother, dying,Soon you'll miss me in your berth,For my form will soon be lying'Neath the ocean's briny serf.3. I am going, surely going,But my hope in God is strong;I am willing, brother, knowingThat He doth nothing wrong.4. Tell my father when you greet him,That in death I prayed for him,Prayed that I might only meet himIn a world that's free from sin.5. Tell my mother,--God assist her,Know that she is growing old,--That her child would glad have kissed herWhen his lips grew pale and cold.6. Listen, brother, catch each whisper,Tis my wife I'll speak of now;Tell, O tell her, how I missed her,When the fever burned my brow.7. Tell her she must kiss my children,Like the kiss I last impressed,Hold them as when last I held them,Folded closely to my breast.8. Give them early to their Maker,Putting all her trust in God,And He never will forsake her,For He's said so in his word.9. Oh! my children, Heaven bless them;They were all my life to me;Would I could once more caress them,Before I sink beneath the sea.10. 'Twas for them I crossed the ocean,What my hopes were I'd not tell,But they gained an orphan's portion--Yet He doeth all things well.11. Listen, brother, closely listen,Don't forget a single word,That in death my eyes did glistenWith the tears her memory stored.12. Tell them I never reached the haven,Where I sought the precious dust,But have gained a port called HeavenWhere the gold will never rust.13. Tell my sisters, I rememberEvery kind and parting word,And my heart has been kept tender,By the thoughts its memory stirred.14. Urge them to secure an entranceFor they'll find a brother there;Faith in Jesus and repentanceWill secure for them a share.15. Hark! I hear my Saviour speaking,'Tis--I know his voice so well,When I am gone, O don't be weeping--Brother, hear my last farewell!A HOME IN HEAVEN.W. W. Parks & M. H. Thomas.A home in Heaven! what a joyful thought,As the poor man toils in his weary lot;His heart oppressed, and with anguish driv'n,From his home below to his home in Heav'n.In Heav'n--From his home below to his home in Heav'n.A home in Heav'n! as the sufferer liesOn his bed of pain, and uplifts his eyesTo that bright home, what a joy is giv'n,From the blessed thought of his home in Heav'n.In Heav'n--From the blessed thought of his home in Heav'n.A home in Heaven! When our pleasures fade,And our wealth and fame in the dust are laid,And strength decays, and our health is riven,We are happy still with our home in Heaven.In Heaven--From the blessed thought of our home in Heaven.A home in Heaven! When the faint heart bleedsBy the Spirit stroke, for its evil deeds,Oh! then what bliss in that heart forgiven,Does the hope inspire of its home in Heaven.In Heaven--From the blessed thought of its home in Heaven.A home in Heaven! When our friends are fledTo the cheerless gloom of the mouldering dead,We wait in hope on the promise given,That we'll meet up there in our home in Heaven.In Heaven! That we'll meet up there in our home in Heaven.NEW HOSANNA.L. M.H. S. Rees.1. Wake, O my soul, and hail the mornFor unto us a Saviour's born;See how the angels wing their wayTo usher in the glorious day.CHORUS.Glory, glory, let us sing,While heaven and earth his praises ring,Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna to the Lamb of God.CHORUS.Glory, glory, let us sing,While heaven and earth his praises ring,Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna to the Lamb of God.2. Hark! what sweet music--what a song,Sounds from the bright celestial throng;Sweet song--whose melting sounds impartJoy to each raptured list'ning heart.3. Come, join the Angels in the sky,Glory to God who reigns on high;Let peace and love on earth aboundWhile time revolves and years roll round.THE LOVED ONES.11, 8.E. T. Pound.Be kind to thy father, for when thou wert young,Who loved thee so fondly as he?He caught the first accent that fell from thy tongue,And join'd in thy innocent glee.Be kind to thy father, for now he is old,His locks intermingled with grey;His footsteps are feeble,Once fearless and bold,Thy father is passing away.THE WANDERER'S GRAVE.C. M.W. L. Williams.1. Away from home, away from friends,And all the heart holds dear,A weary wanderer laid him down,Nor kindly aid was near.2. And sickness prey'd upon his frame,And told its tale of woe,While sorrow marked his pallid cheeks,And sank his spirit low.3. Nor waiting friends stood round his couchA healing to impart,Nor human voice spoke sympathy,To soothe his aching heart.4. The stars of night his watchers were,His fan the rude wind's breath,And while they sighed their hollow moansHe closed his eyes in death.5. No willing grave received the corpseOf this poor lonely one,His bones, alas, were left to bleach,And moulder 'neath the sun.6. The night wolf howl'd his requiem,The rude winds danced his dirge,And e'er anon in mournful chime,Sigh'd forth the mellow surge.UNION GROVE.L. M.W. L. Williams.1. O welcome, welcome festal dayThat marks our years, that cheers our way,We offer thanks and we would prayThat God would bless us day by day.The Sabbath bells we love to hearThat call us to the house of prayer,Our pastor there we love to seeWho points us upward, Lord, to thee.THE CHRISTIAN'S NIGHTLY SONG.6, 6, 10.Cluster, pp. 382.(Original.)E. T. Pound.I'll sing my Savior's grace,And his sweet name I'll praise,While in this land of sorrow I remain.My sorrows soon shall end,And then my soul ascend,Where freed from trouble, sorrow, sin and pain.WEEPING PILGRIM.J. P. Rees.You may tell them father when you see them--I'm a poor mourning Pilgrim, I'm bound for Canaan's land.You may tell them mother when you see them--I'm a poor mouring Pilgrim, I'm bound for Canaan's land.I weep, and I mourn, and move slowly on,--I'm a poor mourning Pilgrim, I'm bound for Canaan's land.You may tell them brothers when you see them--I'm a poor mourning Pilgrim, I'm bound for Canaan's land.You may tell them sisters when you see them--I'm a poor mourning Pilgrim, I'm bound for Canaan's land.REES.C. M.(Original.)Edmund Dumas.There is a house not made with hands,Eternal and on high;And here my spirit waiting stands,Till God shall bid it fly.CHORUS.I long to see my friends again,And hear them sweetly say,Come, weary dove, Here is thy home,Then fold thy wings and stay.MELANCHOLY DAY.C. M. D.(Original.)H. S. Rees.Death, 'tis a melancholy day,To those who have no God,When the poor soul is forced away,To seek her last abode.In fain to heav'n she lifts her eyes,For guilt, a heavy chain,Still drags her downward from the skies,To darkness, fire, and pain.RELIGION IS SWEET.7s.W. R. Waldrup.'Tis religion that can give,Sweetest pleasures while we live.'Tis religion must supply,Solid comforts when we die.SWEET MORNING.L. M.Arranged by H. S. Rees.The happy day will soon appear,And we'll all shout together in that morning.When Gabriel's trumpet you shall hear,And we'll all shout together in that morning.CHORUS.Sweet morning,Sweet morning,And we'll all shout together in the morning.Behold the righteous marching home,And we'll all shout together in that morning.And all the angels bid them come,And we'll all shout together in that morning.A SONG OF TEXAS.11, 8.S. W. Palmer & H. S. R.Away here in Texas, the bright Sunny South,The cold storms of winter defy,The dark, lurid clouds that envelope the North,Scarce darken our beautiful sky.Away here in Texas, the sun shines so bright,The stars in their beauty appear;The full moon in splendor illumin's the night,And the seasons roll round with the year.THE GRIEVED SOUL.7, 6.Miss M. A. Hendon.Come, my soul, and let us tryFor a little season,Ev'ry burden to lay bye,Come and let us reason.What is this that casts thee down?Who are those that grieve thee?Speak and let the worst be known?Speaking may relieve thee.GRANTVILLE.C. M.J. P. Rees.Should earth against my soul engage,And fiery darts be hurl'd.Then I can smile at Satan's rage,Then I can smile at Satan's rage,And face a frowning world.SWEET UNION.L. M.J. P. Rees.Awake my soul in joyful lays,Oh, Glory Hallelujah,And sing thy great Redeemer's praise.Don't you love God, Glory Hallelujah.CHORUS.There's union in heav'n, and there's union in my soul.Oh, Glory Hallelujah,Sweet music in Zion's beginning to roll,Don't you love God,Glory Hallelujah.GOLDEN STREETS.J. L. Pickard.I am on my journey home,I am on my journey home,I am on,I am on my journey home.To the New Jerusalem,To the New Jerusalem,To the New,To the New Jerusalem.DUMAS.C. M.(Original.)John P. Rees.When we've been there ten thousand years,Bright shining as the sun,We've no less time to sing God's praise,Than when we first begun.SHILOAH.C. M.Thomas Waller.The time is swiftly rolling on,When I must faint and die,My body to the dust return,And there forgotten lie,And there forgotten lie.Let persecutions rage around,And Anti-christ appear,My silent dust beneath the ground,There's no disturbance there,There's no disturbance there.HOPE.H. M.Oliver Bradfield.Young men and maidens raiseYour tuneful voices high,Old men and children praiseThe Lord of earth and sky.Him three in one and one in three,Him three in one and one in three,Extol to all eternity.WILLIAMS.S. M.Oliver Bradfield.A charge to keep I have,A God to glorify--A never dying soul to saveAnd fit it for the sky.WORLD UNKNOWN.S. M.(Original.)H. S. Rees.And am I born to die,To lay this body down,And must my trembling spirit fly, fly, fly,Into a world unknown,Into a werld unknown.CHRISTIAN'S DELIGHT.L. M.William L. Williams.Peace, troubled soul, thou need not fear,Thy great Provider still is near.CHORUS.Jesus says he will be with us to the end.And he has been with us,And he yet is with us,And he's promised to be with us to the end.GENERAL INDEX.PageAbbeville... 33Aithlone... 95Alabama... 196Albion... 52All is Well... 122All Saints, New... 268America... 36Amherst... 314Animation... 103Antioch... 277Arlington... 73Arnold... 285Asleep in Jesus... 385A Song of Texas,... 422Auburn... 317Augusta... 35Autauga... 322Aylesbury... 28Babel's Streams... 126Ballerma... 283Ball Hill... 118Ballstown... 217Banquet of Mercy... 177Beach Spring... 81Bellevue... 72Bethel... 27Bleeding Saviour... 34Bound for Canaan... 82Bower of Prayer... 100Bridgewater... 276Bruce's Address... 152Burk... 92Calvary... 300Cambridge... 287Canaan's Land... 101Can I Leave You... 395Carmarthen... 316Carnsville... 109Charlestown... 52Charlton... 407China... 37Child of Grace... 77Christian's Delight... 429Christian Hope... 134Christian Soldier... 57Christian Warfare... 172Church's Desolation... 89PageChurch Triumphant... 91Clamanda... 42Collins... 330Columbiana... 331Columbus... 67Complainer... 141Concord... 111, 313Confidence... 270Consolation... 50Consolation, New... 206Conversion... 297Converted Thief... 44Converting Grace... 392Cookham... 81Corinth... 32Coronation... 63Cowper... 168Creation... 115Cross of Christ... 123Cuba... 401Cusseta... 73Dartmouth... 169Day of Worship... 267Delight... 216Desire for Piety... 76Detroit... 39Devotion... 48Distress... 50Done with the World... 88Duane Street... 164Dublin... 46Duke Street... 264Dull Care... 98Dumas... 426Dying Christian... 123Ecstasy... 106Edgefield... 82Edom... 200Elysian... 139Emanuel... 286Endless Distress... 372Enfield... 184Essay... 157Eternal Day... 383Evening Shade... 209Exhilaration... 170Exhortation... 171, 272PageExit... 181Expression... 125Exultation... 132Fairfield... 29Fame of Jesus... 402Family Bible... 165Family Circle... 333Farewell to All... 398Fight On... 385Florence... 121Florida... 203Fort Valley... 301Frozen Heart... 93Fulfilment... 102Funeral Thought... 158Georgia... 54Goodly Land... 176Good Old Way... 213Gospel Trumpet... 99Grantville... 423Gravity... 265Green Fields... 127Greensborough... 289Greenwich... 183Griffin... 323Hallelujah... 146Hamilton... 34Hanover... 46Happy Home... 377Happy Matches... 96Harmony... 172Harris... 83Hatfield... 327Heavenly Armor... 129Heavenly Dove... 371Hebrew Children... 78Hebron... 264Help Me to Sing... 376Hingham... 396Holiness... 76Holy City... 101Holy Manna... 59Hope... 427Hosanna... 178Huntington... 193I am Passing Away... 395Idumea... 47PageImandra, New... 54I'm Going Home... 282I'm on my Journey Home... 393Indian Song... 329Inquirer... 74Invitation... 41Invocation... 131Irwinton... 124Jefferson... 148Jerusalem... 53Jesus Wept... 382Jordan's Shore... 117Joyful... 166Jubilee... 144Kedron... 48King of Peace... 74Kingwood... 66Land of Rest... 285Leander... 71Lebanon, New... 266Lena... 210Lenox... 40Let us Go... 343Liberty... 137Little Children... 86Little Marlborough... 303Liverpool... 37Living Lamb... 309Look Out... 90Louisiana... 207Love the Lord... 375Lovely Story... 104Loving Kindness... 275Lumpkin... 120Many Wants... 119Marysville... 160Mear... 49Meditation... 340Melody... 286Melancholy Day... 419Mercy's Free... 337Messiah... 131Middlebury... 68Midnight Cry... 114Millennium... 130Minister's Farewell... 69PageMission... 204Missionary Hymn... 133Monroe... 370Montgomery... 189Morality... 136Morgan... 304Morning... 163Morning Meditation... 318Morning Trumpet... 85Mount Pleasant... 218Mount Vernon... 110Mountville... 84Mount Zion... 88, 220Narrow Space... 328Nashville... 64Never Part... 294New Britain... 45Newburgh... 182New Harmony... 406Newman... 368New Hosanna... 412New Hundred... 393New Jerusalem... 299New Jordan... 302New Lebanon... 202New Prospect... 390Newry... 396New Topia... 215Night Watchman... 108Ninety-fifth... 36Ninety-third Psalm... 31Northfield... 155North Port... 324Oak Bowery... 94Ocean... 222Old Hundred... 49Old Ship of Zion... 79Olney... 135Ortonville... 283Oxford... 306Prosperity... 359Paris... 55Paradise... 75Paradise... 403Paradise Plains... 380Parting Friends... 308Parting Hand... 62PagePennick... 387Peterborough... 32Petersburgh... 174Ph�bus... 173Piety... 284Pilgrim... 201Pilgrim's Farewell... 185Pilgrim's Lot... 156Pisgah... 58Pleasant Grove... 107Pleasant Hill... 205Pleasant Ohio... 321Plenary... 162Pleyel's Hymn... 317Pleyel's Hymn Second... 143Portugal... 60Portuguese Hymn... 223Primrose... 47Primrose Hill... 43Prodigal Son... 113Promised Day... 409Promised Land... 128Prospect... 30Protection... 187Providence... 298Redemption... 105Rees... 418Reflection... 394Religion is a Fortune... 319Religion is Sweet... 420Remember Me... 368Repentance... 214Restoration... 265Return Again... 335Rhode Island... 70Rochester... 30Rockingham... 284Roll On... 275Russell... 271Russia... 274Saints Bound for Heaven... 224Saint's Delight... 154Salem... 56, 68Salutation... 153Sandtown... 112Sardinia... 296PageSawyer's Exit... 338Schenectady... 192Send a Blessing... 369Service of the Lord... 80Sharon... 212Shepherds, Rejoice... 288Sherburne... 186Shiloah... 426Shouting Song... 80Silver Street... 311Sing to Me of Yeaven... 312Soft Music... 323Solitude in the Grave... 138Sons of Sorrow... 332Sounding Joy... 391South Union... 344Spiritual Sailor... 150Spring... 188Star in the East... 175Star of Columbia... 198Stratfield... 142St. Thomas... 293Suffield... 114Supplication... 45Sweet Affliction... 145Sweet Canaan... 87Sweet Communion... 382Sweet Heaven... 278Sweet Home... 161Sweet Morning... 421Sweet Prospect... 65Sweet Rivers... 61Sweet Solitude... 140Sweet Union... 424Symphony... 151Talbottom... 77Tennessee... 51Texas... 273The Birman Hymn... 279The Cause of Christ... 325The Christian's Nightly Song... 416The Dying Boy... 398The Dying Californian... 410The Grieved Soul... 422The Heavenly Port... 378The Hill of Zion... 330PageThe Lone Pilgrim... 341The Lost City... 320The Loved Ones... 413The Marcellas... 405The Old-fashion'd Bible... 342The Sinner's Resolve... 292The Trumpet... 149The Wanderer's Grave... 414The Year of Jubilee... 379This World is not my Home... 310Traveling Pilgrim... 278Tribulation... 29PageTrumbull... 291Turn, Sinner, Turn... 105Turtle Dove... 208Union... 116Union Grove... 415Uxbridge... 266Vale of Sorrow... 83Valley Grove... 378Vermont... 180Vernon... 55Victoria... 290Villulia... 331Virginia... 191PageWar Department... 160Warrenton... 145Washington... 147Watchman... 39Weary Pilgrim... 326, 417Weary Souls... 72Webster... 31Weeping Mary... 408Weeping Peter... 373Weeping Saviour... 33Wells... 28We'll soon be there... 397Westford... 280PageWhen I am Gone... 339Whitestown... 211Will You Go... 87Williams... 427Windham... 38Winter... 38Woodville... 336Wondrous Love... 159Worcester... 195Worlds Above... 315World Unknown... 428Youth will soon be Gone... 404Zion's Joy... 295PageODES AND ANTHEMS.A Home in Heaven... 411Anthem on the Saviour... 355Baptismal Anthem... 232Christian's Song... 240Christmas Anthem... 225Cuba... 401Claremont... 245David's Lamentation... 239Easter Anthem... 235Farewell Anthem... 260Floyd... 381PageGolden Street... 425Happy Land... 354Heavenly Vision... 250Jesus Rose... 384Loving Jesus... 361Masonic Ode... 228Murillo's Lesson... 358Norwich... 362O Come Away... 334Oh, sing to Me... 374Ode of Life's Journey... 227Ode on Science... 242Reverential Anthem... 234PageRed Sea Anthem... 350Rose of Sharon... 254Royal Band... 360Simon's Cross... 389Southwell... 365Struggle On... 400The American Star... 346The Blessed Bible... 347The Great Day... 386The Happy Sailor... 388The Soldier's Dream... 345Transporting News... 348Weeping Mary... 408Weeping Pilgrim... 417METRICAL INDEX.PageL. M.All Saints, New... 268Antioch... 277Asleep in Jesus... 385Ballstown... 217Bridgewater... 276Christian's Delight... 429Concord... 111Confidence... 270Corinth... 32Cowper... 168Cusseta... 73Day of Worship... 267Devotion... 48Distress... 50Done with the World... 88Duke Street... 264Exhilaration... 170Exhortation... 272Exit... 181Fame of Jesus... 402Farewell to All... 398Frozen Heart... 93PageGood Old Way... 213Gravity... 265Greenwich... 183Hamilton... 34Hebron... 264Huntington... 193I am Passing Away... 395I'm Going Home... 282I'm on my Journey Home... 393Jerusalem... 53Kedron... 48Lebanon, New... 266Loving Kindness... 275Marysville... 160Mission... 204Morning... 163New Hosanna... 412New Hundred... 393North Point... 324Oak Bowery (6 lines)... 94Old Hundred... 49Paris... 55PageParting Hand... 62Petersburgh... 174Pleasant Grove... 107Portugal... 60Prospect... 30Protection... 187Restoration... 265Roll On... 275Russell... 271Russia... 274Salem... 68Schenectady... 192Service of the Lord... 80Supplication... 45Sweet Canaan... 87Sweet Heaven... 278Sweet Morning... 421Sweet Solitude... 140Sweet Union... 424Texas... 273The Birman Hymn... 279Traveling Pilgrim... 278Turn, Sinner, Turn... 105PageTurtle Dove... 208Union Grove... 415Uxbridge... 266Valley Grove... 378Vernon... 55Washington... 147Wells... 28We'll soon be there... 397Westford... 280Whitestown... 211Windham... 38C. M.Alabama... 196Animation... 103Arlington... 73Arnold... 285Babel's Streams... 126Ballerma... 283Bethel... 27Bleeding Saviour... 34Calvary... 300Charlton... 407Cambridge... 287PageChina... 37Christian Soldier... 57Columbus... 67Consolation... 50Conversion... 297Converting Grace... 392Coronation... 63Detroit... 39Dublin... 46Dumas... 426Edom... 200Emanuel... 286Enfield... 184Eternal Day... 383Exhortation,... 171Fairfield... 29Florence... 121Fort Valley... 301Georgia... 54Grantville... 423Greensborough... 289Hallelujah... 146Hanover... 46PageHappy Home... 377Harris... 83Hatfield... 327Heavenly Dove... 371Inquirer... 74Invitation... 41Irwinton... 124Jordan's Shore... 117Joyful... 166Land of Rest... 285Leander... 71Liberty... 137Liverpool... 37Living Lamb... 309Love the Lord... 375Mear... 49Melody... 286Messiah... 131Minister's Farewell... 69Montgomery... 189Mount Pleasant... 218Mount Zion... 88Never Part... 294PageNewman... 368New Britain... 45New Prospect... 390Ninety-fifth... 36Northfield... 155Ortonville... 283Paradise... 75Pennick... 387Peterborough... 32Ph�bus... 173Piety... 284Pilgrim... 201Pisgah... 58Pleasant Hill... 205Plenary... 162Pleyel's Hymn Second... 143Primrose... 47Primrose Hill... 43Promised Land... 128Prodigal Son... 113Promised Day... 409Providence... 298Rees... 418PageRemember Me... 358Repentance... 214Rochester... 30Rockingham... 284Saint's Delight... 154Salem... 56Sandtown... 112Shepherds, Rejoice... 288Sherburne... 186Shiloah... 426Solitude in the Grave... 138Stratfield... 142Suffield... 114Sweet Prospect... 65Sweet Rivers... 61Tennessee... 51The Christian's Nightly Song... 416The Heavenly Port... 378Tribulation... 29Trumbull... 291The Sinner's Resolve... 292The Wanderer's Grave... 414This World is not my Home... 310Victoria... 290Virginia... 191Weary Souls... 72Winter... 38S. M.Abbeville... 33Albion... 52America... 36Aylesbury... 28Concord... 313Dartmouth... 169Evening Shade... 209Fight On... 385Florida... 203PageHingham... 396Idumea... 47Jesus Wept... 382Little Marlborough... 303Mount Zion... 220Newburgh... 182Newry... 396Ninety-third Psalm... 31Silver Street... 311Sing to Me of Heaven... 312Sounding Joy... 391St. Thomas... 293The Hill of Zion... 380Watchman... 39Webster... 31Weeping Saviour... 33Williams... 427Worcester... 195World Unknown... 428Zion's Joy... 295P. M.All is Well... 122Carnsville... 109Delight... 216Desire for Piety... 76Goodly Land... 176Help Me to Sing... 376Jubilee... 144Mercy's Free... 337Sharon... 212Spring... 188Symphony... 151Union... 116L. M. D.Clamanda... 42Duane Street... 164Mount Vernon... 110Paradise Plains... 380PageYouth will soon be Gone... 404C. M. D.Augusta... 35Canaan's Land... 101Child of Grace... 77Converted Thief... 44Cross of Christ... 123Melancholy Day... 419Morgan... 304New Jerusalem... 299New Jordan... 302New Topia... 215Ocean... 222Oxford... 306Paradise... 403Parting Friends... 308Sardinia... 296The Dying Boy... 398Vermont... 180H. M.Amherst... 314Carmarthen... 316Hope... 427Lenox... 40The Year of Jubilee... 379Worlds Above... 3157s.Auburn... 317Cookham... 81King of Peace... 74Morning Meditation... 318Night Watchman... 108Pleyel's Hymn... 317Religion is Sweet... 420Talbottom... 77The Marcellas... 4056 lines 7s.Holiness... 76Page7, 6.Autauga... 322Bound for Canaan... 82Burk... 92Complainer... 141Creation... 115Ecstasy... 106Essay... 157Griffin... 323Heavenly Armor... 129Holy City... 101Hosanna... 178Lumpkin... 120Midnight Cry... 114Missionary Hymn... 133Morning Trumpet... 85Mountville... 84Pleasant Ohio... 321Religion is a Fortune... 319Spiritual Sailor... 150The Grieved Soul... 422The Lost City... 3207, 7, 7, 5.Bruce's Address... 152The Cause of Christ... 3257, 6, 7, 6, 7, 7, 7, 6.Invocation... 1317, 6, 7, 7.Soft Music... 3237, 6, 7, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7.Elysian... 1397, 6, 7, 6, 7, 8, 7, 6.Weeping Peter... 3737, 6, 7, 6, 8, 6, 7, 6.Vale of Sorrow... 837, 6, 8, 7, 7, 6, 7, 6.Salutation... 1537, 6, 8, 8, 8, 6.Hebrew Children... 78Page6, 5.Redemption... 1056, 6, 6, 4.Reflection... 3946, 6, 9.Exultation... 132Middlebury... 687, 9.Weary Pilgrim... 3268s.Edgefield... 82Green Fields... 127Let us Go... 343Lovely Story... 104Woodville... 3368, 3, 8, 3. 8, 8, 8, 3.Will You Go... 978, 4.Gospel Trumpet... 998, 6.Pilgrim... 2018, 6, 8, 6, 5, 4, 6, 8, 6.Dull Care... 988, 8, 6.Aithlone... 95Consolation, New... 206Happy Matches... 96Harmony... 172Indian Song... 329Kingwood... 66Narrow Space... 328Nashville... 64New Lebanon... 202Pilgrim's Lot... 156Rhode Island... 708, 8, 8, 6, 8, 8, 8, 6.Christian's Hope... 1348, 7.Ball Hill... 118PageBeach Spring... 81Charlestown... 52Church's Desolation... 89Church Triumphant... 91Collins... 330Columbiana... 331Family Circle... 333Holy Manna... 59Jefferson... 148Lena... 210Little Children... 86Look Out... 90Louisiana... 207Monroe... 370New Harmony... 406Olney... 135Shouting Song... 80Sons of Sorrow... 332Sweet Affliction... 145Sweet Communion... 382The Dying Californian... 410Villulia... 331Warrenton... 1458s, 11s.Endless Distress... 3728, 7, 4.Can I Leave You... 395Return Again... 3359, 8.Fulfilment... 102Sawyer's Exit... 33810, 4.When I am Gone... 33910, 7.Old Ship of Zion... 7910, 11, 11.Morality... 13610s, 11s.Send a Blessing... 369Page11s.Banquet of Mercy... 177Bellevue... 72Bower of Prayer... 100Expression... 125Imandra, New... 54Many Wants... 119Meditation... 340Portuguese Hymn... 223Star of Columbia... 198War Department... 10011, 11, 11, 5, 11.Sweet Home... 16111, 8.A Song of Texas,... 422Dying Christian... 123The Lone Pilgrim... 341The Loved Ones... 41311, 10.Star in the East... 17512, 8.Pilgrim's Farewell... 18512, 9.Saints Bound for Heaven... 22412, 9, 6, 6, 12, 9.Wondrous Love... 15912, 11.Family Bible... 165Funeral Thought... 158South Union... 344The Old-fashioned Bible... 34212, 11, 11, 11, 12, 11.Christian Warfare... 17912s.The Trumpet... 14912, 12, 12, 13.Millennium... 130

THE
SACRED HARP.

PART I.

CONSISTING OF PIECES USED BY WORSHIPPING ASSEMBLIES.

BETHEL.

C. M.

Psalmist, 691st Hymn.

1 Oh for a closer walk with God!
A calm and heavenly frame!
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!

2 Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd!
How sweet their memory still!
But now I find an aching void
The world can never fill

4 Return, O Holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb

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AYLESBURY.

S. M

The God we worship now,
Will guide us till we die:
Will be our God while here below,
And ours above the sky.

WELLS.

L. M.

Life is the time to serve the Lord,
The time t'ensure the great reward;
And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.

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FAIRFIELD.

C. M

Come, humble sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve;
Come, with your guilt and fear oppress'd,
And make this last resolve.
Come, with your guilt and fear oppress'd,
And make this last resolve.

TRIBULATION.

C. M.

Chapin.

Hymn 55, Book 2, Watts.

Death, 'tis a melancholy day,
To those who have no God,
When the poor soul is forced away,
To seek her last abode.

2 In vain to heaven she lifts her eyes,
For guilt, a heavy chain,
Still drags her downward from the skies,
To darkness, fire, and pain.

3 Awake and mourn, ye heirs of hell,
Let stubborn sinners fear;
You must be driven from earth, and dwell
A long FOR EVER there.

4 See how the pit gapes wide for you,
And flashes in your face;
And thou, my soul, look downward too
And sing recovering grace.

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ROCHESTER.

C. M.

Psalmist, 346th Hymn.

Come let us join our cheerful songs,
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

PROSPECT.

L. M.

Psalmist, 1072d Hymn.

Graham.

Why should we start, or fear to die?
What tim'rous worms we mortals are!
Death is the gate of endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.

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NINETY-THIRD PSALM.

S. M.

Baptist Harmony, p. 121.

Chapin.

1 Grace! 'tis a charming sound!
Harmonious to the ear!
Heav'n with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contrived the way
To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.

3 Grace first inscribed my name
In God's eternal book;
'Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb,
Who all my sorrows took.

4 Grace led my roving feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.

5 Grace taught my soul to pray,
And made my eyes o'erflow;
'Twas grace that kept me to this day,
And will not let me go.

6 Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.

WEBSTER.

S. M.

Psalmist, 767th Hymn.

Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.

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CORINTH.

L. M.

Psalmist, 554th Hymn.

John Massengale.

Jesus, and shall it ever be--
A mortal man ashamed of thee!
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine thro' endless days!

PETERBOROUGH.

C. M.

Baptist Harmony, p. 2.

Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat,
Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before his feet,
For none can perish there.

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WEEPING SAVIOUR.

S. M.

Psalmist, 471st Hymn.

E. J. King.

Did Christ o'er sinners weep?
And shall our cheeks be dry?
Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from every eye.

ABBEVILLE.

S. M.

Psalmist, 362d Hymn.

E. J. King.

Come, Holy Spirit, come,
With energy divine,
And on this poor benighted soul,
With beams of mercy shine.

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HAMILTON.

L. M.

Zion Songster, p. 222.

B. F. White.

Come, all who love the Lord indeed,
Who are from sin and bondage freed;
Submit to all the ways of God,
And walk the narrow happy road.

BLEEDING SAVIOUR.

C. M.

Psalmist, 472d Hymn.

Z. Chambless.

Alas! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

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AUGUSTA.

C. M. D.

Psalmist, 248th Hymn.

T. W. Carter.

1 O for a shout of sacred joy
To God, the sovereign King!
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.

2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high;
His heavenly guards around
Attend him rising through the sky,
With trumpet's joyful sound.

3 While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth his honours sing;
O'er all the earth he reigns.

4 Speak forth his praise with awe profound
Let knowledge guide the song;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

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AMERICA.

S. M.

Psalmist, 183d Hymn.

Whitmore.

My soul, repeat his praise,
Whose mercies are so great;
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.

NINETY-FIFTH.

C. M.

Psalmist, 1156th Hymn.

Colton.

When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I'll bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

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CHINA.

C. M.

Psalmist, 1092d Hymn.

Why should we mourn departing friends,
Or shake at death's alarms?
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends,
To call them to his arms.

LIVERPOOL.

C. M.

Mercer's Cluster, p. 146.

M. C. H. Davis.

1 Young people all, attention give,
And hear what I shall say;
I wish your souls with Christ to live,
In everlasting day.

2 Remember you are hast'ning on
To death's dark, gloomy shade;
Your joys on earth will soon be gone,
Your flesh in dust be laid.

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WINTER.

C. M.

His hoary frost, his fleecy snow,
Descend and clothe the ground;
The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.

WINDHAM.

L. M.

Read.

Psalmist, 686th Hymn.

Broad is the road that leads to death,
And thousands walk together there;
But wisdom shows a narrow path,
With here and there a traveller.

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DETROIT.

C. M

Do not I love thee, O my Lord?
Behold my heart, and see,
And turn each cursed idol out,
That dares to rival thee.

WATCHMAN.

S. M.

Meth. H. B. 149.

A charge to keep I have,
A God to glorify,
A never dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky.

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LENOX.

P. M.

Edson.

Baptist Harmony, p.356.

Blow ye the trumpet, blow,
The gladly solemn sound,
Let all the nations know,
To earth's remotest bounds,
The year of jubilee is come,
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

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INVITATION.

C. M.

Baptist Harmony, p. 247.

E. J. King.

Come, humble sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve;
Come, with your guilt and fear oppress'd,
And make this last resolve,
And make this last resolve,
Come, with your guilt and fear oppress'd,
And make this last resolve.

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CLAMANDA.

L. M. D.

Say, now, ye lovely, social band,
Who walk the way to Canaan's land;
Ye who have fled from Sodom's plain,
Say, do you wish to turn again?
Oh! have you ventured to the field,
Well arm'd, with helmet, sword, and shield?
And shall the world, with dread alarms,
Compel you now to ground your arms?

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PRIMROSE HILL.

C. M.

Psalmist, 1156th Hymn

When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I'll bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
I'll bid farewell to every fear,
I'll bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

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THE CONVERTED THIEF.

C. M. D.

Mercer's Cluster, p. [GAP IN TEXT. Type: . Extent: ] .

1 As on the cross the Saviour hung,
And wept, and bled, and died;
He pour'd salvation on a wretch
That languish'd at his side.
His crimes, with inward grief and shame,
The penitent confess'd;
Then turn'd his dying eyes to Christ,
And thus his prayer address'd:

2 "Jesus, thou Son and heir of heav'n!
Thou spotless Lamb of God!
I see thee bathed in sweat and tears,
And welt'ring in thy blood.
Yet quickly from these scenes of wo,
In triumph thou shalt rise;
Burst through the gloomy shades of death,
And shine above the skies.

"Amid the glories of that world,
Dear Saviour, think on me,
And in the victories of thy death,
Let me a sharer be."
His prayer the dying Jesus hears,
And instantly replies,--
"To-day thy parting soul shall be
With me in Paradise."

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NEW BRITAIN.

C. M.

Baptist Harmony, p. 123.

1 Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound)
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved:
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed!

3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares,
I have already come;
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

4 The Lord has promised good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.

5 Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

6 The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who call'd me here below,
Will be for ever mine.

SUPPLICATION.

L. M.

Psalmist, 467th Hymn.

51st Psalm, Watts.

O Thou who hear'st when sinners cry,
Tho' all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book.

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DUBLIN

C. M.

Lord, what is man, poor feeble man?
Born of the earth at first;
His life a shadow, light and vain,
Still hast'ning to the dust.

HANOVER.

C. M.

Baptist Harmony, p. 247.

Come, humble sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve,
Come, with your guilt and fear oppress'd,
And make this last resolve.

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PRIMROSE.

C. M.

Hymn 88, B 2, Watts.

Chapin.

1 Salvation! Oh, the joyful sound!
'Tis pleasure to our ears;
A sovereign balm for every wound
A cordial for our fears.

2 Buried in sorrow and in sin,
At hell's dark door we lay,
But we arise by grace divine,
To see a heav'nly day.

3 Salvation! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.

IDUMEA.

S. M.

Meth. H. B. p. 231.

Davison.

And am I born to die?
To lay this body down?
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown?

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DEVOTION.

L. M.

Sweet is the day of sacred rest,
No mortal care shall seize my breast.
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound.

KEDRON.

L. M.

Dare.

Thou Man of grief, remember me;
Thou never canst thyself forget
Thy last expiring agony
Thy fainting pangs and bloody sweat.

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OLD HUNDRED.

L. M.

O come, loud anthems let us sing,
Loud thanks to our Almighty King;
For we our voices high should raise,
When our salvation's Rock we praise.

MEAR.

C. M.

Will God for ever cast us off?
His wrath for ever smoke
Against the people of his love,
His little chosen flock?

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CONSOLATION.

C. M.

Hymn 6, B. 2, Watts.

Dean.

1 Once more, my soul, the rising day
Salutes thy waking eyes;
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To him that rules the skies.

2 Night unto night his name repeats,
The day renews the sound,
Wide as the heav'n on which he sits,
To turn the seasons round .

3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame,
My tongue shall speak his praise;
My sins would rouse his wrath to flame,
And yet his wrath delays.

4 On a poor worm thy pow'r might tread,
And I could ne'er withstand;
Thy justice might have crush'd me dead,
But mercy held thine hand.

5 A thousand wretched souls are fled,
Since the last setting sun,
And yet thou length'nest out my thread,
And yet my moments run.

6 Dear God, let all my hours be thine,
Whilst I enjoy the light,
Then shall my sun in smiles decline
And bring a pleasant night.

DISTRESS.

L. M.

Psalmist, 1088th Hymn.

So fades the lovely blooming flow'r,
Frail, smiling solace of an hour;
So soon our transient comforts fly,
And pleasure only blooms to die.

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TENNESSEE

C. M.

Baptist Harmony, p. 227.

1 Afflictions, though they seem severe,
Are oft in mercy sent,
They stopp'd the prodigal's career,
And caused him to repent.

2 Although he no relenting felt
Till he had spent his store,
His stubborn heart began to melt
When famine pinch'd him sore.

3 What have I gain'd by sin, he said,
But hunger, shame, and fear?
My father's house abounds with bread,
Whilst I am starving here.

4 I'll go and tell him all I've done,
Fall down before his face,
Not worthy to be call'd his son,
I'll ask a servant's place.

5 He saw his son returning back,
He look'd, he ran, he smiled,
And threw his arms around the neck
Of his rebellious child.

Father, I've sinn'd, but O forgive!
And thus the father said:
Rejoice, my house! my son's alive,
For whom I mourn'd as dead.

7 Now let the fatted calf be slain,
Go spread the news around,
My son was dead, but lives again,
Was lost, but now is found.

8 'Tis thus the Lord himself reveals,
To call poor sinners home;
More than the father's love he feels,
And bids the sinner come.

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ALBION.

S. M.

Psalmist, 767th Hymn.

Boyd.

Come, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.

CHARLESTOWN.

8, 7.

Mercy, O thou Son of David,
Thus poor blind Bartimeus pray'd;
Others by thy grace are saved,
Now to me afford thine aid.

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JERUSALEM.

L. M.

Baptist Harmony, p. 70.

1 Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone,
He whom I fix my hopes upon;
His track I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way till him I view.

CHORUS.
I'm on my journey home, to the new Jerusalem.
So fare you well,
I am going home.

2 The way the holy prophets went;
The road that leads from banishment;
The King's highway of holiness,
I'll go, for all his paths are peace.

3 This is the way I long have sought,
And mourn'd because I found it not;
My grief a burden long has been,
Because I was not saved from sin.

4 The more I strove against its power,
I felt its weight and guilt the more,
Till late I heard my Saviour say,
"Come hither, soul, I AM THE WAY. "

5 Lo! glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb,
Shalt take me to thee, whose I am;
Nothing but sin have I to give,
Nothing but love shall I receive.

6 Then will I tell to sinners round,
What a dear Saviour I have found;
I'll point to thy redeeming blood,
And say, "Behold the way to God!"

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GEORGIA.

C. M.

Return, O God of love, return,
Earth is a tiresome place;
How long shall we, thy children, mourn
Our absence from thy face?

IMANDRA NEW.

11s.

Dover Selection, p. 196.

Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand,
When we must be parted from this social band:
Our several engagements now call us away
Our parting is needful, and we must obey.

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PARIS.

L. M.

This spacious earth is all the Lord's,
And men, and worms, and beasts, and birds;
He rais'd the buildings on the seas,
And gave it for their dwelling-place.

VERNON.

L. M.

Come, O thou traveller unknown,
Whom still I hold, but cannot see;
My company before is gone,
And I am left alone with thee:
With thee, all night, I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.

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SALEM.

C. M.

Dossey's Choice, p. 58.

1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear;
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
And drives away his fear.
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.
And to the weary rest.
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

3 Dear name! the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding-place;
My never-failing treasury, fill'd
With boundless stores of grace.

4 Jesus! my shepherd, husband, friend,
My prophet, priest, and king;
My Lord, my life, my way, my end,
Accept the praise I bring.

5 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought.

6 Till then I would thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

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CHRISTIAN SOLDIER.

C. M.

Psalmist, 721st Hymn.

F. Price.

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 flow'ry beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sail'd 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 see the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thine armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.

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PISGAH.

C. M.

Baptist Harmony, p. 250.

Low ig. [unclear]

Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend,
As such I look to thee;
Now in the bowels of thy love,
O Lord, remember me!
O Lord, remember me!
O Lord, remember me!
Now in the bowels of thy love,
O Lord, remember me.

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HOLY MANNA.

8, 7.

Baptist Harmony, p. 1.

More.

1 Brethren, we have met to worship,
And adore the Lord our God;
Will you pray with all your power,
While we try to preach the word?
All is vain, unless the Spirit
Of the Holy One come down;
Brethren, pray, and holy manna
Will be shower'd all around.

2 Brethren, see poor sinners round you,
Trembling on the brink of wo;
Death is coming, hell is moving,--
Can you bear to let them go?
See our fathers, see our mothers,
And our children sinking down;
Brethren, pray, and holy manna
Will be shower'd all around.

3 Sisters, will you join and help us?
Moses' sisters aided him;
Will you help the trembling mourners,
Who are struggling hard with sin?
Tell them all about the Saviour,
Tell them that he will be found;
Sisters, pray, and holy manna
Will be shower'd all around.

4 Is there here a trembling jailer,
Seeking grace, and fill'd with fears?
Is there here a weeping Mary,
Pouring forth a flood of tears?
Brethren, join your cries to help them;
Sisters, let your prayers abound;
Pray, O pray that holy manna
May be scatter'd all around.

5 Let us love our God supremely,
Let us love each other too;
Let us love and pray for sinners,
Till our God makes all things new:
Then he'll call us home to heaven,
At his table we'll sit down;
Christ will gird himself, and serve us
With sweet manna all around.

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PORTUGAL.

L. M.

Thorley.

1 How pleasant, How [sic] divinely fair,
O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints,
To meet th'assemblies of thy saints.

2 My flesh would rest in thine abode,
My panting heart cries out for God;
My God! my King! why should I be
So far from all my joys and thee!

3 Blest are the souls that find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
There they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.

4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate;
God is their strength; and through the road
They lean upon their helper, God.

5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heav'n at length,
Till all before thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship there.

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SWEET RIVERS.

C. M.

Baptist Harmony, p. 468.

More.

Sweet rivers of redeeming love,
Lie just before mine eye,
Had I the pinions of a dove,
I'd to those rivers fly;
I'd rise superior to my pain,
With joy outstrip the wind,
I'd cross o'er Jordan's stormy waves,
And leave the world behind.

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PARTING HAND.

L. M.

Baptist Harmony, p. 447.

1 My Christian friends, in bonds of love,
Whose hearts in sweetest union join,
Your friendship's like a drawing band,
Yet we must take the parting hand.

2 Your company's sweet, your union dear,
Your words delightful to my ear
Yet when I see that we must part,
You draw like cords around my heart.

3 How sweet the hours have pass'd away,
Since we have met to sing and pray;
How loath we are to leave the place
Where Jesus shows his smiling face.

4 Oh, could I stay with friends so kind,
How would it cheer my drooping mind!
But duty makes me understand,
That we must take the parting hand.

5 And since it is God's holy will,
We must be parted for a while,
In sweet submission, all as one,
We'll say, our Father's will be done.

6 My youthful friends, in Christian ties,
Who seek for mansions in the skies,
Fight on, we'll gain that happy shore,
Where parting will be known no more.

7 How oft I've seen your flowing tears,
And heard you tell your hopes and fears!
Your hearts with love were seen to flame,
Which makes me hope we'll meet again.

8 Ye mourning souls, lift up your eyes
To glorious mansions in the skies;
O trust his grace--in Canaan's land
We'll no more take the parting hand

9 And now, my friends, both old and young,
I hope in Christ you'll still go on;
And if on earth we meet no more,
O may we meet on Canaan's shore.

10 I hope you'll all remember me,
If you on earth no more I see;
An interest in your prayers I crave,
That we may meet beyond the grave.

11 O glorious day! O blessed hope!
My soul leaps forward at the thought,
When, on that happy, happy land,
We'll no more take the parting hand.

12 But with our blessed, holy Lord,
We'll shout and sing with one accord;
And there we'll all with Jesus dwell,
So, loving Christians, fare you well.

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CORONATION.

C. M.

All hail the power of Jesus' name,
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all.
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all.

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NASHVILLE.

8, 8, 6.

Johnson.

The Lord into his garden come,
The spices yield a rich perfume,
The spices yield a rich perfume,
The lilies grow and thrive;
Refreshing showers of grace divine,
From Jesus flow to every vine,
From Jesus flow to every vine,
Which make the dead revive.

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SWEET PROSPECT.

C. M.

Psalmist, 1173d Hymn.

On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye,
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.
Oh the transporting, rapturous scene,
That rises to my sight,
Sweet fields array'd in living green,
And rivers of delight.

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KINGWOOD.

8, 8, 6.

Humphreys.

My days, my weeks, my months, my years,
Fly rapid as the whirling spheres,
Around the steady pole;
Time, like the tide, its motion keeps,
And I must launch thro' endless deeps,
Where endless ages roll.

2 The grave is near the cradle seen,
How swift the moments pass between!
And whisper, as they fly,
Unthinking man, remember this,
Though fond of sublunary bliss,
That you must groan and die.

3 My soul, attend the solemn call,
Thine earthly tent must shortly fall,
And thou must take thy flight
Beyond the vast expansive blue,
To sing above, as angels do,
Or sink in endless night.

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COLUMBUS.

C. M.

Mercer's Cluster, p. 388.

1 Oh, once I had a glorious view
Of my redeeming Lord;
He said, I'll be a God to you,
And I believed his word.
But now I have a deeper stroke
Than all my groanings are;
My God has me of late forsook,--
He's gone, I know not where.

2 Oh what immortal joys I felt,
On that celestial day,
When my hard heart began to melt,
By love dissolved away!
But my complaint is bitter now,
For all my joys are gone;
I've stray'd!--I'm left!--I know not how:
The light's from me withdrawn.

3 Once I could joy the saints to meet,
To me they were most dear;
I then could stoop to wash their feet,
And shed a joyful tear:
But now I meet them as the rest,
And with them joyless stay;
My conversation's spiritless,
Or else I've naught to say.

4 I once could mourn o'er dying men,
And long'd their souls to win;
I travail'd for their poor children,
And warn'd them of their sin:
But now my heart's so careless grown,
Although they're drown'd in vice,
My bowels o'er them cease to yearn--
My tears have left mine eyes.

5 I forward go in duty's way,
But can't perceive him there;
Then backwards on the road I stray,
But cannot find him there:
On the left hand, where he doth work,
Among the wicked crew,
And on the right, I find him not,
Among the favour'd few.

6 What shall I do?--shall I lie down,
And sink in deep despair?
Will he for ever wear a frown,
Nor hear my feeble pray'r?
No: he will put his strength in me,
He knows the way I've stroll'd;
And when I'm tried sufficiently,
I shall come forth as gold.

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SALEM.

L. M.

Meth. H. B. p. 455, and Psalmist, 232d Hymn.

He dies, the Friend of sinners dies!
Lo, Salem's daughters weep around;
A solemn darkness veils the skies,
A sudden trembling shakes the ground.

MIDDLEBURY.

6, 6, 9.

Meth. Hymn Book, p. 357.

Come away to the skies,
My beloved, arise,
And rejoice in the day thou wast born;
On this festival day,
Come exulting away,
And with singing to Zion return.

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MINISTER'S FAREWELL.

C. M.

1 Dear friends, farewell! I do you tell,
Since you and I must part;
I go away, and here you stay,
But still we're join'd in heart.
Your love to me has been most free,
Your conversation sweet;
How can I bear to journey where
With you I cannot meet!

2 Yet do I find my heart inclined
To do my work below:
When Christ doth call, I trust I shall
Be ready then to go.
I leave you all, both great and small,
In Christ's encircling arms,
Who can you save from the cold grave,
And shield you from all harms.

3 I trust you'll pray, both night and day,
And keep your garments white,
For you and me, that we may be
The children of the light.
If you die first, anon you must,
The will of God be done;
I hope the Lord will you reward,
With an immortal crown.

4 If I'm call'd home whilst I am gone,
Indulge no tears for me;
I hope to sing and praise my King,
To all eternity.
Millions of years over the spheres
Shall pass in sweet repose,
While beauty bright unto my sight
Thy sacred sweets disclose.

5 I long to go,--then farewell, wo,
My soul will be at rest;
No more shall I complain or sigh,
But taste the heavenly feast.
O may we meet, and be complete,
And long together dwell,
And serve the Lord with one accord;
And so, dear friends, farewell!

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RHODE ISLAND

8, 8, 6.

Meth. Hymn Book, p. 107

Thou great, mysterious God unknown,
Whose love hath gently led me on,
E'en from my infant days;
My inmost soul expose to view,
And tell me if I ever knew
Thy justifying grace.

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LEANDER.

C. M

Austin.

My soul forsakes her vain delight,
And bids the world farewell,
Base as the dirt beneath thy feet,
And mischievous as hell.
No longer will I ask your love,
Nor seek your friendship more;
The happiness that I approve
Is not within your pow'r.

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THE WEARY SOULS.

C. M.

Zion Songster, p. 117.

J. T. White.

Ye weary, heavy-laden souls,
Who are oppress'd and sore,
Ye travellers thro' the wilderness
To Canaan's peaceful shore
Tho' chilling winds and beating rains,
And waters deep and cold,
And enemies surrounding us,
Take courage and be bold.

BELLEVUE.

11s.

Mercer's Cluster, p. 411.

Z. Chambless.

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in his excellent word,
What more can he say, than to you he hath said,
You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled.

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CUSSETA.

L. M.

Psalmist, 484th Hymn.

Jno. [unclear] Massengale.

Show pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive,
Let a repenting rebel live;
Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?

ARLINGTON.

C. M.

Jesus, with all thy saints above
My tongue would bear her part;
Would sound aloud thy saving love,
And sing thy bleeding heart.

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THE INQUIRER.

C. M.

Psalmist, 552d Hymn.

B. F. White.

I'm not ashamed to own my Lord,
Or to defend his cause,
Maintain the honour of his word,
The glory of his cross.
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.

KING OF PEACE.

7s.

Baptist Harmony, p. 329.

F. Price.

Lord, I cannot let thee go,
Till a blessing thou bestow:
Do not turn away thy face,
Mine's an urgent, pressing case.

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PARADISE.

C. M

1 There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain,
And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dress'd in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink,
To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, shivering, on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5 Oh! could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes!

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream nor death's cold flood
Should fright us from the shore.

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HOLINESS.

6 Lines, 7s.

Zion Songster, p. 7.

E. J. King.

Daniel's wisdom may I know,
Stephen's faith and spirit show;
John's divine communion feel,
Moses' meekness, Joshua's zeal;
Run like the unwearied Paul,
Win the day and conquer all.

DESIRE FOR PIETY.

Baptist Harmony, p. 479.

B. F. White.

'Tis my desire with God to walk,
Till the warfare is over, hallelujah.
And with his children pray and talk,
Till the warfare is over, hallelujah.

CHORUS.
Cry Amen, pray on till the warfare is over, hallelujah.

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THE CHILD OF GRACE.

C. M. D

Mercer's Cluster, p. 246.

E. J. King.

How happy's every child of grace,
Who feels his sins forgiven;
This world, he cries, is not my place,
I seek a place in heaven.
A country far from mortal sight,
Yet, oh! by faith I see
The land of rest, the saints' delight,
A heaven prepared for me.

TALBOTTON. [sic]

7s.

Baptist Harmony, p. 141.

E. J. King.

Hark! my soul, it is the Lord;
'Tis the Saviour, hear his word!
Jesus speaks, he speaks to thee--
Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me?

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THE HEBREW CHILDREN.

B. F. White.

1 Where are the Hebrew children?
Safe in the promised land.
Tho' the furnace flamed around them,
God, while in their troubles, found them,
He with love and mercy bound them,
Safe in the promised land.

2 Where are the twelve apostles?
Safe in the promised land.
They went up through pain and sighing,
Scoffing, scourging, crucifying,
Nobly for their Master dying,
Safe in the promised land.

3 Where are the holy martyrs?
Safe in the promised land.
They went up through flaming fire,
Trusting in their great Messiah,
Who by grace will raise them higher,
Safe in the promised land.

4 Where are the holy Christians?
Safe in the promised land.
Those who've wash'd their robes, and made them
White and spotless pure, and laid them
Where no earthly stain can fade them,
Safe in the promised land.

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THE OLD SHIP OF ZION.

Thomas W. Carter.

1 What ship is this that will take us all home,
Oh! glory, hallelujah!
And safely land us on Canaan's bright shore?
Oh! glory, hallelujah!

CHORUS.
Oh! the old ship of Zion, hallelu', hallelu',
Oh! the old ship of Zion, hallelujah!

2 The winds may blow and the billows may foam, Oh! &c.
But she is able to land us all home. Oh, &c.
Oh! the old ship, &c.

3 She landed all who are gone before, Oh! &c.
And yet she's able to land still more. Oh! &c.
Oh! the old ship, &c.

4 No wrecks on sand-bars or dangers attend, Oh! &c.
For Jesus is our Captain and Friend. Oh! &c.
Oh! the old ship, &c.

5 She's waiting now for a heavenward gale, Oh! &c.
Methinks I see her now hoisting her sail. Oh! &c.
Oh! the old ship, &c.

6 Her sails are spread, see how swiftly she moves, Oh! &c.
Her landing harbour is Heaven above. Oh! &c.
Oh! the old ship, &c.

7 What will the glad Christians do when above, Oh! &c.
They'll shout, they'll sing, they'll be wrapt up in love. Oh! &c.
Oh! the old ship, &c.

8 Should you arrive there then before I do, Oh! &c.
Inform them that I am coming there too. Oh! &c.
Oh! the old ship, &c.

9 If I arrive there then before you do, Oh! &c.
I'll tell them that you are coming up too. Oh! &c.
Oh! the old ship, &c.

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SHOUTING SONG.

7 & 8.

B. F. White

Jesus, grant us all a blessing,
Shouting, singing, send it down;
Lord, above may we go praying,
And rejoicing in thy love.

CHORUS.
Shout, O glory! sing glory, hallelujah!
I'm going where pleasure never dies.

SERVICE OF THE LORD

E. J. King.

1 Farewell, vain world, I'm going home;
I am bound to die in the army.
My Saviour smiles and bids me come;
I am bound to die in the army.

CHORUS.
I am bound to live in the service of my Lord,
I am bound to die in the army.

2 Sweet angels beckon me away;
I am bound to die in the army.
To sing God's praise in endless day;
I am bound to die in the army.

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BEACH SPRING.

8, 8, 7.

B. F. White.

Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, join'd with power.
He is able,
He is willing, doubt no more,
He is able,
He is willing, doubt no more.

COOKHAM.

7s.

Psalmist, 207th Hymn.

Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born King;
Peace on earth, and mercy mild;
God and sinners reconciled."

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BOUND FOR CANAAN.

Mercer's Cluster, p. 356.

E. J. King.

O when shall I see Jesus,
And reign with him above?
And from the flowing fountain,
Drink everlasting love?

CHORUS.
I'm on my way to Canaan,
I'm on my way to Canaan,
I'm on my way to Canaan,
To the New Jerusalem.

EDGEFIELD.

8s.

J. T. White.

How tedious and tasteless the hours
When Jesus no longer I see!
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers,
Have lost all their sweetness to me,
Have lost all their sweetness to me.

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VALE OF SORROW.

P. M.

Baptist Harmony, p. 448.

B. F. White.

While in this vale of sorrow,
I travel on in pain;
My heart is fix'd on Jesus,
I hope the prize to gain;
But when I come to bid adieu
To those I dearly love,
My heart is often melted--
It is the grief of love.

HARRIS.

C. M.

Zion Songster, p. 140.

J. T. White.

In evil long I took delight,
Unawed by shame or fear
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopp'd my wild career.

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MOUNTVILLE.

7, 6.

1 Throughout our wide-spread union,
What cheering scenes arise--
The temp'rance flag is waving
Where'er we turn our eyes.
Bright in the south 'tis floating,
The north has raised it high,
The east and west unfurl it,
In glory to the skies.

2 Ten thousand times ten thousand
Around her banner stand,
Resolved to drive intemp'rance
From our beloved land.
From every rolling river,
From city, town, and plain--
The cry is heard, Deliver
From rum's destructive reign.

3 What, though the gifts of Heaven
On every hand abound,
And God's abundant blessing
Our dear-loved nation crown--
In vain, with lavish'd kindness,
Do all these blessings come,
While drunkards, in their blindness,
Bow down, the slaves of rum.

4 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With ardour from on high,--
Shall we, to men benighted,
The helping hand deny;
No, no! our tongues, unceasing,
Deliverance shall proclaim,
Till not one erring mortal
Shall bear the drunkard's shame.

5 Waft, waft, ye winds, the story,
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole,--
Till the last wretched drunkard
His liberty shall gain,
And temp'rance, all-victorious,
Throughout the nation reign.

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THE MORNING TRUMPET.

B. F. White.

O when shall I see Jesus,
And reign with him above,
And shall hear the trumpet sound in that morning.
And from the flowing fountain,
Drink everlasting love,
And shall hear the trumpet sound in that morning.
When shall I be delivered
From this vain world of sin?
And shall hear the trumpet sound in that morning.
And with my blessed Jesus,
Drink endless pleasures in?
And shall hear the trumpet sound in that morning.

CHORUS.
Shout, O glory! for I shall mount above the skies,
When I hear the trumpet sound in that morning.

2 But now I am a soldier,
My Captain's gone before;
He's given me my orders,
And bids me ne'er give o'er;
His promises are faithful--
A righteous crown he'll give,
And all his valiant soldiers
Eternally shall live.
Shout, &c.

3 Through grace I feel determined
To conquer, though I die,
And then away to Jesus,
On wings of love I'll fly:
Farewell to sins and sorrow,
I bid them both adieu!
And O, my friends, prove faithful,
And on your way pursue.
Shout, &c.

4 Whene'er you meet with troubles
And trials on your way,
Then cast your care on Jesus,
And don't forget to pray.
Gird on the gospel armour
Of faith, and hope, and love,
And when the combat's ended,
He'll carry you above.
Shout, &c.

5 O do not be discouraged,
For Jesus is your friend;
And if you lack for knowledge,
He'll not refuse to lend.
Neither will he upbraid you,
Though often you request.
He'll give you grace to conquer,
And take you home to rest.
Shout, &c.

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LITTLE CHILDREN.

8, 7

T. W. Carter.

Come, little children, now we may
Partake a little morsel,
For little songs and little ways
Adorn'd a great apostle.
A little drop of Jesus' blood
Can make a feast of union;
It is by little steps we move
Into a full communion.

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SWEET CANAAN

Zion Songster, p. 271.

E. J. King.

Oh who will come and go with me?
I am bound for the land of Canaan.
I'm bound fair Canaan's land to see,
I am bound for the land of Canaan.

CHORUS.
O! Canaan, sweet Canaan,
I'm bound for the land of Canaan,
Sweet Canaan, 'tis my happy home;
I am bound for the land of Canaan.

I'll join with those who're gone before,
I am bound for the land of Canaan.
Where sin and sorrow are no more,
I am bound for the land of Canaan.

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DONE WITH THE WORLD.

L. M.

B. F. White.

Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone,
And I don't expect to stay much longer here.
He whom I fix my hopes upon,
And I don't expect to stay much longer here.

CHORUS.
I am done with the world, and I want to serve the Lord,
And I don't expect to stay much longer here.

MOUNT ZION.

C. M.

Meth. Hymn Book, p. 7.

J. Massengale.

O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer's praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace.

CHORUS.
O Christians, praise him,
Methinks I hear the gospel sounding
For more volunteers.

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THE CHURCH'S DESOLATION.

J. T. White.

1 Well may thy servants mourn, my God,
The church's desolation;
The state of Zion calls aloud
For grief and lamentation.
Once she was all alive to thee,
And thousands were converted;
But now a sad reverse we see,
Her glory is departed.

2 Her pastors love to live at ease,
They covet wealth and honour;
And while they seek such things as these,
They bring reproach upon her.
Such worthless objects they pursue
Warmly and undiverted;
The church they lead and ruin too--
Her glory is departed.

3 Her private members walk no more
As Jesus Christ has taught them;
Riches and fashion they adore,
With these the world has bought them.
The Christian name they still retain
Absurdly and false-hearted;
And while they in the church remain,
Her glory is departed.

4 And has religion left the church,
Without a trace behind her?
Where shall I go, where shall I search,
That I once more may find her?
Adieu, ye proud, ye light and gay,
I'll seek the broken-hearted,
Who weep when they of Zion say,
Her glory is departed.

5 Some few, like good Elijah, stand,
While thousands have revolted,
In earnest for the heavenly land;
They never yet have halted.
With such, religion doth remain,
For they are not perverted;
O may they all through them regain
The glory that's departed.

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LOOK OUT.

P. M.

B. F. White.

My brethren all, on you I call,
Arise and look around you.
How many foes, bound to oppose,
Who're waiting to confound you!
The gospel calls on Zion's walls,
Shake off your sleep and slumber;
Arise and pray, we'll win the day,
Tho' we are few in number.

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CHURCH TRIUMPHANT.

Dover Selection, p. 77.

T. W. Carter.

Head of the church triumphant,
We joyfully adore thee:
Till thou appear, thy members here,
Shall sing like those in glory.
We lift our hearts and voices,
With blest anticipation,
And cry aloud, and give to God
The praise of our salvation,
And cry aloud, and give to God
The praise of our salvation.

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BURK.

7, 6.

B. F. White

The glorious light of Zion
Is spreading far and wide;
And sinners now are coming
Unto the gospel tide.
The glory of King Jesus
Triumphant doth arise,
And sinners crowd around it
With bitter groans and cries.

CHORUS.
To see the saints in glory,
And the angels stand inviting,
And the angels stand inviting,
To welcome sinners home.

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FROZEN HEART.

L. M.

E. J. King.

Lord, shed a beam of heavenly day,
To melt this stubborn stone away;
And thaw, with rays of love divine,
This heart, this frozen heart of mine,
This heart, this frozen heart of mine,
This heart, this frozen heart of mine.

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OAK BOWERY.

L. M. 6 lines.

Meth. Hymn Book, p. 181.

T. W. Carter.

Would Jesus have the sinner die?
Why hangs he then on yonder tree?
What means that strange expiring cry?
Sinner, he prays for you and me.
"Father forgive them , O forgive!
They know not that by me they live,
They know not that by me they live."

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AITHLONE.

8, 8, 6.

O thou, that hear'st the pray'r of faith,
Wilt thou not save a soul from death,
That casts itself on thee?
I have no merit of my own,
But fly to what my Lord hath done,
And suffer'd once for me.

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HAPPY MATCHES.

8, 8, 6, or C. P. M.

Psalmist, 1143d Hymn.

B. F. White & King.

1 When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come
To take thy ransom'd people home,
Shall I among them stand?
Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at thy right hand?

2 I love to meet thy people now,
Before thy feet with them to bow,
Though vilest of them all;
But--can I bear the piercing thought?--
What if my name should be left out,
When thou for them shalt call?

3 O Lord, prevent it by thy grace;
Be thou my only hiding-place,
In this th' accepted day;
Thy pardoning voice, O, let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear,
Nor let me fall, I pray.

4 And when the final trump shall sound,
Among thy saints let me be found,
To bow before thy face:
Then in triumphant strains I'll sing,
While heaven's resounding mansions ring
With praise of sovereign grace.

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WILL YOU GO?

B. F. White.

1 We're travelling home to heaven above,
Will you go? will you go?
To sing our Saviour's dying love,
Will you go?
Our sun shall then no more go down,
Our moon shall be no more withdrawn,
Our days of mourning past and gone,
Will you go?

2 We're going to reap the great reward,
Will you go?
Which Jesus Christ for us prepared,
Will you go?
A rich supply of milk and wine,
And everlasting joys divine,
And robes that will the sun outshine,
Will you go?

3 We are going to strike the golden lyre,
Will you go?
And shout in strains of heavenly fire,
Will you go?
And sing our God's redeeming grace,
And see our Saviour face to face,
And evermore we'll shout his grace;
Will you go?

4 We're going to walk in plains of light,
Will you go?
Where endless day excludes the night,
Will you go?
There crowns of glory we shall wear,
And palms of victory ever bear,
And all the joys of heaven shall share;
Will you go?

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DULL CARE.

E. J. King.

1 Why should we at our lots complain,
Or grieve at our distress;
Some think if they could riches gain,
They'd gain true happiness.
Ah! we're much to blame,
We're all the same--
Alike we're made of clay:
Then, since we have a Saviour dear,
Let's drive all cares away.

2 Why should the rich despise the poor?
Why should the poor repine?
A little time will make us all
In equal friendship join.
Ah! we're much to blame,--
We're all the same,--
Alike, we're made of clay:
Then, since we have a Saviour dear,
Let's drive all cares away.

3 The only circumstance of life
That ever I could find
To soften cares and temper strife
Was a contented mind:
When we've this in store,
We have much more
Than wealth could e'er convey:
Then, since we have a Saviour dear,
Let's drive all cares away.

4 When age, old creeping age comes on,
And we are young no more--
Let's all repent the sins we've done,
Nor grieve that youth is o'er;
More faithful be
Than formerly,
And constantly to pray:--
Then, since we have a Saviour dear
Let's drive all cares away

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GOSPEL TRUMPET

E. J. King.

Hark how the gospel trumpet sounds!
Thro' all the world the echo bounds;
And Jesus, by redeeming blood,
Is bringing sinners home to God,
And guides them safely by his word,
To endless day.

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THE BOWER OF PRAYER.

11s.

E. J. King.

1 To leave my dear friends, and with neighbours to part,
And go from my home, it afflicts not my heart,
Like thoughts of absenting myself for a day
From that bless'd retreat, where I've chosen to pray,
Where I've chosen to pray.

2 Dear bower, where the pine and the poplar have spread,
And wove with their branches a roof o'er my head;
How oft have I knelt on the evergreen there,
And pour'd out my soul to my Saviour in prayer,
To my Saviour in prayer.

3 The early shrill notes of the loved nightingale,
That dwelt in my bower, I observed as my bell,
To call me to duty, while birds of the air
Sang anthems of praises, as I went to prayer, As I went to prayer.

4 How sweet were the zephyrs perfumed by the pine,
The ivy, the balsam, and wild eglantine;
But sweeter, ah! sweeter, superlative were
The joys I have tasted in answer to prayer, In answer to prayer.

5 For Jesus, my Saviour, oft deign'd there to meet,
And bless'd with his presence my humble retreat;
Oft fill'd me with rapture and blessedness there,
Indicting, in heaven's own language, my prayer, Own language my prayer.

6 Dear bower, I must leave you and bid you adieu,
And pay my devotion in parts that are new;
For Jesus, my Saviour, resides everywhere,
And can in all places give answer to prayer, Give answer to prayer.

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CANAAN'S LAND.

C. M. D.

Zion Songster, p. 155.

E. J. King.

Oh for a breeze of heavenly love,
To waft my soul away
To that celestial world above,
Where pleasures ne'er decay!
Eternal Spirit, deign to be
My pilot here below,
To steer through life's tempestuous sea,
Where stormy winds do blow.

HOLY CITY.

7, 6.

Zion Songster, p. 140.

B. F. White.

There is a holy city,
A happy world above,
Beyond the starry regions,
Built by the God of love.
An everlasting temple,
And saints array'd in white;
They serve their great Redeemer,
And dwell with him in light.

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FULFILMENT.

9, 8.

Zion Songster, p. 129.

E. J. King.

See how the Scriptures are fulfilling,
Poor sinners are returning home.
The time that prophets were foretelling,
With signs and wonders now is come.

The gospel trumpets now are blowing
From sea to sea, from land to land;
God's Holy Spirit down is pouring,
And Christians joining heart and hand.

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ANIMATION.

C. M.

Mercer's Cluster, p. 477.

And let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint or die;
My soul shall quit this mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high.
And soar to worlds on high,
And soar to worlds on high,
My soul shall quit this mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high.

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THE LOVELY STORY.

8s.

Mercer's Cluster, p. 56.

E. J. King.

1 A story most lovely I'll tell,
Of Jesus, (O wondrous surprise!)
He suffer'd the torments of hell,
That sinners, vile sinners, might rise.
He left his exalted abode,
When man by transgression was lost,
Appeasing the wrath of a God:
He shed forth his blood as the cost.

2 Oh! did my dear Jesus thus bleed,
And pity a ruin'd, lost race?
Oh, whence did such mercy proceed,
Such boundless compassion and grace?
His body bore anguish and pain,
His spirit most sunk with the load,
A short time before he was slain,
His sweat was as great drops of blood.

3 Oh, was it for crimes I had done,
The Saviour was hail'd with a kiss,
By Judas the traitor alone?
Was ever compassion like this?
The ruffians all join'd in a band,
Confined him, and led him away;
The cords wrapp'd around his sweet hands--
Oh, sinners, look at him, I pray.

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REDEMPTION.

6, 5.

Leonard P. Breedlove.

Come, friends and relations,
Let's join hearts and hands,--
The voice of the turtle
Is heard in our land;
Let's all walk together,
And follow the sound,
And march to the place
Where redemption is found.

TURN, SINNER, TURN.

E. J. King.

To-day, if you will hear his voice,
Now is the time to make your choice;
Say, will you to mount Zion go?
Say, will you have this Christ, or no?

CHORUS.
Oh! turn, sinner, turn,
May the Lord help you turn!
Oh! turn, sinner, turn,
Why will you die?

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ECSTASY.

T. W. Carter.

1 Oh when shall I see Jesus,
And reign with him above?
And from the flowing fountain,
Drink everlasting love?
When shall I be deliver'd
From this vain world of sin?
And with my blessed Jesus,
Drink endless pleasures in.

CHORUS.
Oh! had wings I would fly away and be at rest,
And I'd praise God in his bright abode.

2 But now I am a soldier,
My Captain's gone before;
He's given me my orders,
And bids me ne'er give o'er;
His promises are faithful--
A righteous crown he'll give,
And all his valiant soldiers
Eternally shall live.

3 Through grace I feel determined
To conquer, though I die,
And then away to Jesus,
On wings of love I'll fly:
Farewell to sin and sorrow
I bid them both adieu!
And oh, my friends, prove faithful,
And on your way pursue.

4 Whene'er you meet with troubles
And trials on your way,
Then cast your care on Jesus,
And don't forget to pray.
Gird on the gospel armour
Of faith, and hope, and love,
And when the combat's ended,
He'll carry you above.

5 Oh do not be discouraged,
For Jesus is your friend;
And if you lack for knowledge,
He'll not refuse to lend.
Neither will he upbraid you,
Though often you request,
He'll give you grace to conquer
And take you home to rest.

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PLEASANT GROVE.

L. M.

Psalmist, 934th Hymn.

J. T. White.

1 Here, in thy name, eternal God,
We build this earthly house for thee;
Oh, choose it for thy fix'd abode,
And guard it long from error free!

2 Here, when thy people seek thy face,
And dying sinners pray to live;
Hear thou, in heaven, thy dwelling-place,
And when thou hearest, Lord, forgive.

3 Here, when thy messengers proclaim
The blessed gospel of thy Son,
Still by the power of his great name
Be mighty signs and wonders done.

4 When children's voices raise the song,
Hosanna! to their heavenly King,
Let heaven with earth the strain prolong
Hosanna! let the angels sing.

5 But will, indeed, Jehovah deign
Here to abide, no transient guest?
Here will our great Redeemer reign,
And here the Holy Spirit rest?

6 Thy glory never hence depart,
Yet choose not, Lord, this house alone;
Thy kingdom come to every heart;
In every bosom fix thy throne.

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NIGHT WATCHMAN

7s.

Psalmist, 893d Hymn.

T. W. Carter.

1 Watchman! tell us of the night,
What its signs of promise are?
Trav'ler! o'er yon mountain's height,
See that glory-beaming star.

2 Watchman! does its beauteous ray
Aught of hope or joy foretell?
Trav'ler! yes; it brings the day,
Promised day of Israel.

3 Watchman! tell us of the night;
Higher yet that star ascends.
Trav'ler! blessedness and light,
Peace and truth, its course portends.

4 Watchman! will its beams alone
Gild the spot that gave them birth?
Trav'ler! ages are its own;
See! it bursts o'er all the earth.

5 Watchman! tell us of the night,
For the morning seems to dawn.
Trav'ler! darkness takes its flight;
Doubt and terror are withdrawn.

6 Watchman! let thy wanderings cease;
Hie thee to thy quiet home.
Trav'ler! lo! the Prince of Peace,
Lo! the Son of God is come!

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CARNSVILLE.

P. M.

Zion Songster, p. 78.

E. J. King.

1 I love my blessed Saviour,
I feel I'm in his favour,
And I am his forever,
If I but faithful prove;
And now I'm bound for Canaan,
I feel my sins forgiven,
And soon shall get to heaven,
To sing redeeming love.

2 Poor sinners may deride me,
And unbelievers chide me,
But nothing shall divide me
From Jesus, my best friend.
Supported by his power,
I long to see the hour
That bids my spirit tower,
And all my troubles end.

3 The pleasing time is hast'ning,
My tott'ring frame is wasting,
Whilst I'm engaged in praising,
Impelled by his love.
When yonder shining orders,
Who sing on Canaan's borders,
Shall bear me to the Lord there,
To praise his name above.

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MOUNT VERNON.

L. M. D.

What solemn sound the ear invades,
What wraps the land in sorrow's shade?
From heaven the awful mandate flies,
The Father of his country dies.
Where shall our country turn its eye,
What help remains beneath the sky?
Our friend, protector, strength, and trust,
Lies low and mould'ring in the dust.

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CONCORD.

L. M.

T. W. Carter.

1 With thankfulness we will adore
The God of heaven evermore,
For laying out the blessed way,
Which we are called to obey.
O glory, glory! hallelujah!
'Tis a bright and shining way. O glory!

2 He sent his pure and lovely Son,
In whom this glorious work begun;
But through the cruelty of man,
They took his life to stop the plan.
O glory, glory! hallelujah!
Stop this work they never can. O glory!

3 Thus God in mercy opes to me
The way of life and liberty;
He gives me strength to bear the cross,
And count all earthly things but dross.
O glory, glory! hallelujah!
Peace and love come by the cross. O glory!

4 Then come, ye sinners, to the Lord,
Believe on him, believe his word,
Obey his call, all sin reject,
This love will all your souls protect.
O glory, glory! hallelujah!
Love will all our souls protect. O glory!

5 Then heaven's joys we all shall feel;
Be fill'd with life, and love, and zeal,
And glory in each heart shall dwell,
Which mortal's tongue can never tell.
O glory, glory! hallelujah!
Angel's tongue would fail to tell. O glory!

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SANDTOWN.

C. M.

Baptist Harmony, p. 223.

T. W. Carter.

Urg'd by compassion, I look round
Upon my fellow clay;
See men reject the gospel sound,
Good God, what shall I say?
My bowels yearn o'er dying men,
Doom'd to eternal wo.
Fain would I speak, but all is vain,
Except the Lord speak too.

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THE PRODIGAL SON.

C. M.

Baptist Harmony, p. 227.

E. J. King.

1 Afflictions, though they seem severe,
Are oft in mercy sent;
They stopp'd the prodigal's career,
And caused him to repent.

CHORUS.
Oh! I die with hunger, here, he cries,
Oh! I die with hunger, here, he cries,
And starve in a foreign land;
My father's house hath large supplies,
And bounteous are his hands.

2 Although he no relenting felt
Till he had spent his store,
His stubborn heart began to melt,
When famine pinch'd him sore.

3 What have I gain'd by sin, he said
But hunger, shame, and fear?
My father's house abounds with bread,
Whilst I am starving here.

4 I'll go and tell him all I've done,
Fall down before his face;
Not worthy to be called his son,
I'll ask a servant's place.

5 He saw his son returning back,
He look'd, he ran, he smiled,
And threw his arms around the neck
Of his rebellious child.

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SUFFIELD.

C. M.

Psalmist, 1055th Hymn.

Teach me the measure of my days,
Thou Maker of my frame,
I would survey life's narrow space,
And learn how frail I am.

THE MIDNIGHT CRY.

7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 7.

Baptist Harmony, p. 483.

1 When the midnight cry began,
O what lamentation,
Thousands sleeping in their sins,
Neglecting their salvation.
Lo, the bridegroom is at hand,
Who will kindly treat him?
Surely all the waiting band
Will now go forth to meet him.

2 Some, indeed, did wait a while,
And shone without a rival;
But they spent their seeming oil
Long since the last revival.
Many souls who thought they'd light,
Oh, when the scene was closed,
Now against the Bridegroom fight,
And so they stand opposed.

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CREATION.

7, 6.

Z. Chambless.

When Adam was created,
He dwelt in Eden's shade,
As Moses hath related,
Before a bride was made.
Ten thousand times ten thousand
Of creatures swarm'd around,
Before a bride was formed,
Or any mate was found.

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UNION.

P. M.

Zion Songster, p. 54.

E. J. King.

1 Come, brothers and sisters who love one another,
And have done for years that are gone;
How often we've met him in sweet, heavenly union,
Which opens the way to God's throne.
With joy and thanksgiving we'll praise him who loved us,
While we run the bright, shining way;
Though we part here in body, we're bound for one glory,
And bound for each other to pray.

2 There was Joshua and Joseph, Elias and Moses,
That pray'd, and God heard from his throne;
There was Abraham, and Isaac, and Jacob, and David,
And Solomon, and Stephen, and John;
There was Simeon, and Anna, and I don't know how many,
That pray'd as they journey'd along;
Some cast among lions, some bound with rough irons,--
Yet glory and praises they sung.

3 Some tell us that praying, and also that praising
Is labour that's all spent in vain;
But we have such a witness that God hears with swiftness,
From praying we will not refrain.
There was old father Noah, and ten thousand more,
Who witness'd that God heard them pray;
There was Samuel, and Hannah, Paul, Silas, and Peter,
And Daniel, and Jonah, we'll say.

4 That God, by his Spirit, or an angel doth visit
Their souls and their bodies while praying;
Shall we all go fainting, while they all go praising,
And glorify God in the flame?
God grant us to inherit the same praying spirit,
While we are a journeying below,
That when we cease praying, we shall not cease praising
But round God's bright throne we shall bow.

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JORDAN'S SHORE.

C. M.

Psalmist, 1173d Hymn.

J. T. White.

1 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye,
On the other side of Jordan, hallelujah.
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.
On the other side of Jordan, hallelujah.

CHORUS.
On the other side of Jordan, hallelujah,
On the other side of Jordan, hallelujah.

2 Oh the transporting, rapt'rous scene,
That rises to my sight!
On the other side of Jordan, hallelujah.
Sweet fields, array'd in living green,
And rivers of delight.
On the other side of Jordan, hallelujah.

3 O'er all those wide-extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son for ever reigns
And scatters night away.

4 No chilling winds, nor pois'nous breath
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and fear'd no more.

5 When shall I reach that happy place,
And be forever blest?
When shall I see my Father's face,
And in his bosom rest?

6 Fill'd with delight my raptured soul
Would here no longer stay;
Though Jordan's waves should round me roll,
I'd fearless launch away.

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BALL HILL.

8, 7.

J. W. Davis.

Come, thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.

CHORUS.
Sinners, come unto the Saviour;
Don't you see that God is good?
His arms are open to receive you,
Taste and see that God is love.

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THE MANY WANTS.

11s.

Zion Songster, p. 22.

J. T. White.

How happy, how joyful, how lovely I feel!
I want to feel more love, yea, more love and zeal.
I want my love perfect, I want my love pure,
That all things with patience I well may endure.

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LUMPKIN.

7, 6.

Zion Songster, p. 107.

J. T. White.

Sometimes a light surprises
The Christian while he sings:
It is the Lord, who rises
With healing in his wings.
When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul again
A season of clear shining,
To cheer it after rain.

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FLORENCE.

C. M.

Dr. T. W. Carter.

Not many years their rounds shall roll,
Each moment brings it nigh,
Ere all its glories stand reveal'd,
To our admiring eye.
Ye wheels of nature, speed your course,
Ye mortal pow'rs, decay;
Fast as ye bring the night of death,
Ye bring eternal day.

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ALL IS WELL.

P. M.

J. T. White.

1 What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame!
Is it death? is it death?
That soon will quench, will quench this mortal flame.
Is it death? is it death?
If this be death, I soon shall be
From ev'ry pain and sorrow free,
I shall the King of glory see.
All is well! All is well!

2 Weep not, my friends, my friends weep not for me,
All is well! All is well!
My sins forgiv'n, forgiv'n, and I am free,
All is well! All is well!
There's not a cloud that doth arise,
To hide my Jesus from my eyes,
I soon shall mount the upper skies.
All is well! All is well!

3 Tune, tune your harps, your harps ye saints on high.
All is well, All is well!
I too will strike my harp with equal joy.
All is well, All is well!
Bright angels are from glory come,
They're round my bed, they're in my room,
They wait to waft my spirit home.
All is well, All is well!

4 Hark! hark! my Lord, my Lord and Master's voice,
Calls away, Calls away!
I soon shall see--enjoy my happy choice,
Why delay, Why delay?
Farewell, my friends, adieu, adieu.
I can no longer stay with you,
My glittering crown appears in view.
All is well, All is well!

5 Hail! hail! all hail! ye blood-wash'd throng,
Saved by grace, Saved by grace--
I come to join, to join your rapturous song,
Saved by grace, Saved by grace!
All, all is peace and joy divine,
And heaven and glory now are mine,
Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb!
All is well, All is well!

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THE DYING CHRISTIAN.

11, 8.

Mercer's Cluster, p. 456.

E. J. King.

Ye objects of sense, and enjoyments of time,
Which oft have delighted my heart,
I soon shall exchange you for views more sublime,
For joys that shall never depart.

CROSS OF CHRIST.

C. M. D.

L. P. Breedlove.

The cross of Christ inspires my heart,
To sing redeeming grace;
Awake, my soul, and bear a part,
In my Redeemer's praise.
Oh, who can be compar'd to him
Who died upon the tree?
This is my dear delightful theme,
That Jesus died for me .

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IRWINTON.

C. M.

Dr. T. W. Carter.

What poor, despised company
Of travelers are these,
That walk in yonder narrow way,
Along the rugged maze?
Ah! they are of a royal line,
All children of a King;
Heirs of immortal crowns divine,
And loud for joy they sing.

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EXPRESSION.

11s.

Zion Songster, p. 261.

Oh, Jesus, my Saviour, I know thou art mine;
For thee all the pleasures of earth I resign.
Of objects most pleasing, I love thee the best;
Without thee I'm wretched, but with thee I'm bless'd.

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BABEL'S STREAMS.

C. M.

By Babel's streams we sat and wept,
While Zion we thought on;
Amidst thereof we hung our harps,
The willow trees upon.
With all the power and skill I have,
I'll gently touch each string;
If I can reach the charming sound,
I'll tune my harp again.

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GREEN FIELDS.

8s.

Baptist Harmony, p. 193

1 How tedious and tasteless the hours,
When Jesus no longer I see;
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow'rs,
Have lost all their sweetness to me.
The midsummer sun shines but dim,
The fields strive in vain to look gay,
But when I am happy in him,
December's as pleasant as May.

2 His name yields the richest perfume,
And sweeter than music his voice;
His presence disperses my gloom,
And makes all within me rejoice;
I should, were he always thus nigh,
Have nothing to wish or to fear;
No mortal as happy as I,
My summer would last all the year.

3 Content with beholding his face,
My all to his pleasure resign'd;
No changes of season or place
Would make any change in my mind
While bless'd with a sense of his love,
A palace a toy would appear,
And prisons would palaces prove,
If Jesus would dwell with me there.

4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine,
If thou art my sun and my song,
Say, why do I languish and pine,
And why are my winters so long?
Oh, drive these dark clouds from my sky,
Thy soul-cheering presence restore;
Or take me unto thee on high,
Where winter and clouds are no more.

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THE PROMISED LAND.

C. M.

Meth. H. B. p. 471.

Miss M. Durham.

On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan air and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

CHORUS.
I am bound for the promised land,
I'm bound for the promised land,
Oh, who will come and go with me?
I am bound for the promised land.

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HEAVENLY ARMOUR. [sic]

Baptist Harmony, p. 463.

And if you meet with troubles
And trials on the way,
Then cast your care on Jesus,
And don't forget to pray.
Gird on the heav'nly armour
Of faith, and hope, and love;
And when the combats ended,
He'll take you up above.

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MILLENNIUM.

12, 12, 12, 13.

Zion Songster, p. 53.

The time is soon coming, by the prophets foretold,
When Zion in purity, the world shall behold.
When Jesus' pure testimony will gain the day,
Denominations, selfishness, will vanish away.

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MESSIAH.

C. M.

He comes! he comes! to judge the world,
Aloud th' archangel cries,
While thunders roll from pole to pole,
And lightnings cleave the skies;
Th'affrighted nations hear the sound,
And upward lift their eyes;
The slumb'ring tenants of the ground
In living armies rise.

INVOCATION.

7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 7, 7, 6.

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace,
Rise from transitory things,
To heav'n, thy native place.
Sun, and moon, and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove,
Rise, my soul, and haste away,
To seats prepared above.

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EXULTATION.

6, 6, 9

Humphreys.

1 Come away to the skies,
My beloved, arise,
And rejoice in the day thou wast born:
On this festival day,
Come exulting away,
And with singing to Zion return.

2 We have laid up our love And our treasure above,
Though our bodies continue below,
The redeem'd of the Lord Will remember his word,
And with singing to paradise go.

3 Now with singing and praise, Let us spend all the days,
By our heavenly Father bestow'd,
While his grace we receive From his bounty, and live
To the honour and glory of God.

4 For the glory we were First created to share,
Both the nature and kingdom divine!
Now created again That our souls may remain,
Throughout time and eternity thine.

5 We with thanks do approve, The design of that love
Which hath join'd us to Jesus's name;
So united in heart, Let us never more part,
Till we meet at the feast of the Lamb.

6 There, Oh! there at his feet, We shall all likewise meet,
And be parted in body no more;
We shall sing to our lyres, With the heavenly choirs,
And our Saviour in glory adore.

7 Hallelujah we sing, To our Father and King,
And his rapturous praises repeat;
To the Lamb that was slain, Hallelujah again,
Sing, all heaven, and fall at his feet.

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MISSIONARY HYMN.

7, 6.

Baptist Harmony, p. 338.

1 From Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand;
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river,
From many a pamy [sic] plain.
They call us to deliver
Their land from error's chain.

2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile;
In vain, with lavish kindness,
The gifts of God are strown;
The heathen, in his blindness,
Bows down to wood and stone.

3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Shall we, to men benighted,
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation
Has learn'd Messiah's name.

4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole;
Till o'er our ransom'd nature,
The Lamb for sinner's slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.

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THE CHRISTIAN'S HOPE.

8, 8, 8, 6, 8, 8, 8, 6.

Dover Sel. p. 173.

1 A few more days on earth to spend,
And all my toils and cares shall end,
And I shall see my God and friend,
And praise his name on high
No more to sigh nor shed a tear,
No more to suffer pain or fear;
But God, and Christ, and heav'n appear,
Unto the raptured eye.

2 Then, O my soul, despond no more:
The storm of life will soon be o'er,
And I shall find the peaceful shore
Of everlasting rest.
O happy day! O joyful hour!
When, freed from earth, my soul shall tow'r
Beyond the reach of Satan's pow'r,
To be forever blest.

3 My soul anticipates the day,--
I'll joyfully the call obey,
Which comes to summon me away
To seats prepared above.
There I shall see my Saviour's face,
And dwell in his beloved embrace,
And taste the fulness of his grace,
And sing redeeming love.

4 Though dire afflictions press me sore,
And death's dark billows roll before,
Yet still by faith I see the shore
Beyond the rolling flood:
The banks of Canaan, sweet and fair,
Before my raptured eyes appear:
It makes me think I'm almost there,--
In yonder bright abode.

5 To earthly cares I bid farewell,
And triumph over death and hell,
And go where saints and angels dwell,
To praise th' Eternal Three.
I'll join with those who're gone before,
Who sing and shout their sufferings o'er,
Where pain and parting are no more,
To all eternity.

6 Adieu, ye scenes of noise and show,
And all this region here below,
Where naught but disappointments grow--
A better world's in view.
My Saviour calls! I haste away,
I would not here for ever stay;
Hail! ye bright realms of endless day,
Vain world, once more adieu.

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OLNEY.

8, 7.

Chapin.

Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace:
Streams of mercy never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount, O fix me on it,
Mount of thy unchanging love.

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MORALITY.

10, 11, 11.

1 While beauty and youth are in their full prime,
And folly and fashion affect our whole time;
O let not the phantom our wishes engage;
Let us live so in youth that we blush not in age.

2 The vain and the young may attend us a while,
But let not their flatt'ry our prudence beguile;
Let us covet those charms that shall never decay,
Nor listen to all that deceivers can say.

3 I sigh not for beauty, nor languish for wealth,
But grant me, kind Providence, virtue and health;
Then, richer than kings, and far happier than they,
My days shall pass swiftly and sweetly away.

4 For when age steals on me, and youth is no more,
And the moralist Time shakes his glass at my door,
What pleasure in beauty or wealth can I find?
My beauty, my wealth, is a sweet peace of mind.

5 That peace! I'll preserve it as pure as 'twas given,
Shall last in my bosom an earnest of heaven;
For virtue and wisdom can warm the cold scene,
And sixty can flourish as gay as sixteen.

6 And when I the burden of life shall have borne,
And death with his sickle shall cut the ripe corn,
Reascend to my God without murmur or sigh,
I'll bless the kind summons, and lie down and die.

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LIBERTY.

C. M.

No more beneath th' oppressive hand
Of tyranny we groan,
Behold the smiling, happy land,
Behold the smiling, happy land,
That freedom calls her own.
That freedom calls her own.

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SOLITUDE IN THE GROVE. [sic]

C. M.

Oh, were I like a feather'd dove,
And innocence had wings,
I'd fly and make a long remove
From all these restless things.
Let me to some wild desert go,
And find a peaceful home,
Where storms of malice never blow,
And sorrows never come.

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ELYSIAN.

7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7.

Baptist Harmony, p. 471.

1 Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring
To my raptured vision
All th' ecstatic joys that spring
Round the bright elysian.
Lo, we lift our longing eyes,
Burst, ye intervening skies,
Sun of righteousness arise,
Ope the gates of paradise.

2 Floods of everlasting light
Freely flash before him;
Myriads, with supreme delight,
Instantly adore him:
Angel trumps resound his fame,
Lutes of lucid gold proclaim
All the music of his name,
Heav'n echoing with the theme.

3 Four-and-twenty elders rise
From their princely station;
Shout his glorious victories,
Sing the great salvation;
Cast their crowns before his throne,
Cry, in reverential tone,
Glory give to God alone;
"Holy, holy, holy One!"

4 Hark! the thrilling symphonies
Seem, methinks, to seize us!
Join we too their holy lays,
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!
Sweetest sound in seraphs' song
Sweetest notes on mortal tongue
Sweetest carol ever sung--
Jesus, Jesus, roll along

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SWEET SOLITUDE.

L. M.

1 Hail, solitude! thou gentle queen,
Of modest air and brow serene!
'Tis thou inspires the poet's theme,
Wrapp'd in sweet vision's airy dream;
Wrapp'd in sweet vision's airy dream,
Wrapp'd in sweet vision's airy dream.

2 Parent of virtue! muse of thought!
By thee are saints and patriots taught;
Wisdom to thee her treasures owes,
And in thy lap fair science grows.

3 Whate'er's in thee refines and charms,
Excites to thought, to virtue warms;
Whate'er is perfect, firm, and good,
We owe to thee, sweet solitude.

4 With thee the charms of life shall last,
E'en when the rosy bloom is past;
When slowly pacing Time shall spread
Thy silver blossoms o'er my head.

5 No more with this vain world perplex'd,
Thou shalt prepare me for the next:
The spring of life shall gently cease,
And angels waft my soul to peace.

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COMPLAINER.

7, 6.

1 I am a great complainer, that bears the name of Christ;
Come, all ye Zion mourners, and listen to my cries;
I've many sore temptations, and sorrows to my soul;
I feel my faith declining, and my affections cold.

2 I wish it was with me now, as in the days of old,
When the glorious light of Jesus was flowing in my soul
But now I am distressed, and no relief can find,
With a hard, deceitful heart, and a wretched, wandering mind.

3 It is great pride and passion beset me on my way,
So I am fill'd with folly, and so neglect to pray;
While others run rejoicing, and seem to lose no time,
I am so weak I stumble, and so I'm left behind.

4 I read that peace and happiness meet Christians in their way,
That bear their cross with meekness, and don't neglect to pray;
But I, a thousand objects beset me in my way,
So I am fill'd with folly, and so neglect to pray.

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STRATFIELD.

C. M.

Psalmist, 1073d Hymn.

Through ev'ry age, eternal God,
Thou art our rest, our safe abode;
High was thy throne ere heav'n was made,
Or earth thy humble footstool laid.
High was thy throne ere heav'n was made,
Or earth thy humble footstool laid.

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PLEYEL'S HYMN SECOND.

C. M.

While thee I seek, protecting Pow'r,
Be my vain wishes still'd,
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be fill'd.
Thy love the pow'r of thought bestow'd,
To thee my thoughts would soar;
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd,
That mercy I adore.

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JUBILEE.

P. M.

1 Hark! the jubilee is sounding,
O the joyful news is come;
Free salvation is proclaimed
In and through God's only Son:
Now we have an invitation
To the meek and lowly Lamb.
Glory, honour, and salvation;
Christ, the Lord, is come to reign.

2 Come, dear friends, and don't neglect it,
Come to Jesus in your prime;
Great salvation, don't reject it,
O receive it, now's your time;
Now the Saviour is beginning
To revive his work again.
Glory, honour, &c.

3 Now let each one cease from sinning,
Come and follow Christ the way;
We shall all receive a blessing,
If from him we do not stray;
Golden moments we've neglected,
Yet the Lord invites again!
Glory, honour, &c.

4 Come, let us run our race with patience
Looking unto Christ the Lord,
Who doth live and reign for ever,
With his Father and our God;
He is worthy to be praised,
He is our exalted King.
Glory, honour, &c.

5 Come, dear children, praise your Jesus,
Praise him, praise him evermore,
May his great love now constrain us
His great name for to adore;
O then let us join together,
Crowns of glory to obtain.
Glory, honour, &c.

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WARRENTON.

8, 7.

Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.

CHORUS.
I am bound for the kingdom,
Will you go to glory with me?
Hallelujah, praise the Lord.

SWEET AFFLICTION.

8, 7.

Rippon's Hymns, p. 541.

In the floods of tribulation,
While the billows o'er me roll,
Jesus whispers consolation,
And supports my fainting soul.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, praise the Lord.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, praise the Lord.

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HALLELUJAH.

C. M.

Dover Selection, p. 159.

And let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint and die;
My soul shall quit this mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high.

CHORUS.
And I'll sing hallelujah,
And you'll sing hallelujah,
And we'll all sing hallelujah,
When we arrive at home.

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WASHINGTON.

L. M.

Psalmist, 64th Hymn.

Munday.

Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord,
Help us to feed upon thy word;
All that has been amiss forgive,
And let thy truth within us live.
Though we are guilty, thou art good,
Wash all our works in Jesus' blood
Give every fetter'd soul release,
And bid us all depart in peace.
Give every fetter'd soul release,
And bid us all depart in peace.

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JEFFERSON.

8, 7.

Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God!
He whose word can ne'er be broken,
Form'd thee for his own abode.
On the Rock of ages founded,
Who can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation's wall surrounded,
Thou mayst smile at all thy foes.

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THE TRUMPET.

12s.

J. Williams.

1 The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire,
As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his ire!
Lo! self-moving it drives on its pathway of cloud,
And the heav'ns with the burden of Godhead are bow'd.

2 The glory! the glory! around him are pour'd
Mighty hosts of the angels that wait on the Lord;
And the glorified saints and the martyrs are there,
And there all who the palm-wreaths of victory wear.

3 The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard,
Lo! the depths of the stone-cover'd charnel are stirr'd;
From the sea, from the earth, from the south, from the north,
And the vast generations of man are come forth.

4 The judgement! the judgement! the thrones are all set,
Where the Lamb and the white-vested elders are met;
There all flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord,
And the doom of eternity hangs on his word.

5 O mercy! O mercy! look down from above,
Great Creator, on us, thy sad children, with love;
When beneath to their darkness the wicked are driv'n,
May our justified souls find a welcome in heav'n.

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THE SPIRITUAL SAILOR

7, 6.

Dover Selection, p. 133.

I. Neighbours.

1 The people called Christians
Have many things to tell
About the land of Canaan,
Where saints and angels dwell;
But here a dismal ocean,
Enclosing them around
With its tides, still divides
Them from Canaan's happy ground.

2 Many have been impatient
To work their passage through,
And with united wisdom
Have tried what they could do;
But vessels built by human skill
Have never sailed far,
Till we found them aground
On some dreadful, sandy bar.

3 The everlasting gospel
Hath launch'd the deep at last;
Behold the sails expanded
Around the tow'ring mast!
Along the deck in order
The joyful sailors stand,
Crying, "Ho!--here we go
To Immanuel's happy land."

4 We're now on the wide ocean;
We bid the world farewell!
And though where we shall anchor
No human tongue can tell;
About our future destiny
There need be no debate,
While we ride on the tide,
With our Captain and his Mate.

5 To those who are spectators,
What anguish must ensue,
To hear their old companions
Bid them a last adieu!
The pleasures of your paradise
Nor more our hearts invite;
We will sail--you may rail,
We shall soon be out of sight.

6 The passengers united
In order peace and love;--
The wind is in our favour,
How swiftly do we move!
Though tempests may assail us,
And raging billows roar
We will sweep through the deep,
Till we reach fair Canaan's shore.

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SYMPHONY.

P. M.

Behold the Judge descends, his guards are nigh;
Tempests and fire attend him down the sky;
Heav'n, earth, and hell draw near, let all things come
To hear his justice, and the sinner's doom:
But gather first my saints, the Judge commands,
Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.

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BRUCE'S ADDRESS Spiritualized.

7, 7, 7, 5, 7, 7, 7, 5.

Dover Sel. p. 152.

1 Soldiers of the cross, arise!
Lo, your Captain from the skies,
Holding forth the glitt'ring prize,
Calls to victory.
Fear not, though the battle lower,
Firmly stand the trying hour,
Stand the tempter's utmost pow'r,
Spurn his slavery.

2 Who the cause of Christ would yield?
Who would leave the battle-field?
Who would cast away his shield?--
Let him basely go:
Who for Zion's King will stand?
Who will join the faithful band?
Let him come with heart and hand,
Let him face the foe.

3 By the mercies of our God,
By Emmanuel's streaming blood,
When alone for us he stood,
Ne'er give up the strife:
Ever to the latest breath,
Hark to what your Captain saith;--
"Be thou faithful unto death;
Take the crown of life."

4 By the woes which rebels prove,
By the bliss of holy love,
Sinners, seek the joys above;
Sinners, turn and live!
Here is freedom worth the name;
Tyrant sin is put to shame;
Grace inspires the hallow'd flame
God the crown will give.

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SALUTATION.

7, 6, 8, 7, 7, 6, 7, 6.

Mercer's Cluster, p. 230.

1 Good morning, brother pilgrim,
What, bound for Canaan's coast?
March you towards Jerusalem,
To join the heav'nly host?
Pray, wherefore are you smiling,
While tears run down your face?
We soon shall cease from toiling,
And reach that heav'nly place,
And reach that heav'nly place,
We soon shall cease from toiling,
And reach that heav'nly place.

2 To Canaan's coast we'll hasten,
To join the heavenly throng,
Hark! from the banks of Jordan,
How sweet the pilgrims' song!
Their Jesus they are viewing,
By faith we see him too,
We smile, and weep, and praise him
And on our way pursue.

3 Though sinners do despise us,
And treat us with disdain,
Our former comrades slight us,
Esteem us low and mean:
No earthly joy shall charm us
While marching on our way,
Our Jesus will defend us
In the distressing day.

4 The frowns of old companions
We're willing to sustain,
And, in divine compassion,
To pray for them again;
For Christ, our loving Saviour,
Our Comforter and Friend,
Will bless us with his favour,
And guide us to the end.

5 With streams of consolation,
We're fill'd as with new wine
We die to transient pleasures,
And live to things divine:
We sink in holy raptures,
While viewing things above,
Why glory to my Saviour,
My soul is full of love.

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THE SAINTS' DELIGHT

65th hymn, 2d b. Watts

F. Price.

When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
I feel like, I feel like I'm on my journey home.
I feel like, I feel like I'm on my journey home.

2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And fiery darts be hurl'd,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
Let storms of sorrow fall;
So I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heav'n, my all.

4 There I shall bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest;
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

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NORTHFIELD.

C. M.

1 How long, dear Saviour,
Oh, how long shall this bright hour delay?
Fly swift around, ye wheels of time,
And bring the promised day,
And bring the promised day.

2 Lo, what a glorious sight appears
To our believing eyes!
The earth and seas are pass'd away,
And the old rolling skies.

From the third heaven, where God resides,
That holy, happy place,
The New Jerusalem comes down,
Adorn'd with shining grace.

4 Attending angels shout for joy,
And the bright armies sing;
Mortals, behold the sacred seat
Of our descending King!

5 The God of glory down to men
Removes his blest abode;
Men, the dear object of his grace,
And he the loving God.

6 His own soft hand shall wipe the tears
From every weeping eye;
And pains and groans, and griefs and fears,
And death itself shall die.

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THE PILGRIM'S LOT.

8, 8, 6

Mercer's Cluster, p. 224.

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How happy is the pilgrim's lot,
How free from anxious care and thought,
How free from anxious care and thought,
From worldly hope and fear;
Confined to neither court nor cell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell,
He only sojourns here.

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ESSAY.

7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 8.

Baptist Harmony, p. 455.

A. C. Clark

1 See how the wicked kingdom
Is falling ev'ry day!
And still our blessed Jesus
Is winning souls away:
But oh, how I am tempted,
No mortal tongue can tell!
So often I'm surrounded
With enemies from hell.

2 With weeping and with praying,
My Jesus I have found,
To crucify old nature,
And make his grace abound.
Dear children, don't be weary,
But march on in the way;
For Jesus will stand by you,
And be your guard and stay.

3 If sinners will serve Satan,
And join with one accord,
Dear brethren, as for my part,
I'm bound to serve the Lord;
And if you will go with me,
Pray give to me your hand,
And we'll march on together,
Unto the promised land.

4 Through troubles and distresses,
We'll make our way to God;
Though earth and hell oppose us,
We'll keep the heavenly road
Our Jesus went before us,
And many sorrows bore,
And we who follow after,
Can never meet with more.

5 Though dear to me, my brethren,
Each one of you I find;
My duty now compels me
To leave you all behind:
But while the parting grieves us,
I humbly ask your prayers,
To bear me up in trouble,
And conquer all my fears.

6 And now, my loving brothers,
I bid you all farewell!
With you, my loving sisters,
I can no longer dwell.
Farewell to every mourner!
I hope the Lord you'll find,
To ease you of your burden,
And give you peace of mind.

7 Farewell, poor careless sinners!
I love you dearly well;
I've labour'd much to bring you
With Jesus Christ to dwell;
I now am bound to leave you--
Oh, tell me, will you go?
But if you won't decide it,
I'll bid you all adieu!

8 We'll bid farewell to sorrow,
To sickness, care, and pain;
And mount aloft with Jesus,
For evermore to reign;
We'll join to sing his praises,
Above th' ethereal blue;
And then, poor careless sinners,
What will become of you?

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FUNERAL THOUGHT.

12, 11.

On the Death of an Infant

Caldwell

1 Thou art gone to the grave--but we will not deplore thee,
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb;
The Saviour has pass'd thro' its portals before thee,
And the lamp of his love is thy guide thro' the gloom,
And the lamp of his love is thy guide thro' the gloom.

2 Thou art gone to the grave--we no longer behold thee,
Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side;
But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,
And sinners may hope, since the Saviour hath died.

3 Thou art gone to the grave--and thy cradle's forsaken,
With us thy fond spirit did not tarry long,
But the sunshine of heaven beam'd bright on thy waking,
And the sound thou didst hear was the seraphim's song .

4 Thou art gone to the grave, but 'twere wrong to deplore thee,
When God was thy ransom, and guardian, and guide;
He gave thee, and took thee, and soon will restore thee,
Where death hath no sting, since the Saviour hath died.

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WONDROUS LOVE.

12, 9, 6, 6, 12, 9.

What wondrous love is this! oh! my soul! oh! my soul!
What wondrous love is this oh! my soul!
What wondrous love is this!
That caused the Lord of bliss
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul,
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul.

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WAR DEPARTMENT.

11s.

Mercer's Cluster, p. 125.

No more shall the sound of the war-whoop be heard,
The ambush and slaughter no longer be fear'd,
The tomahawk, buried, shall rest in the ground,
And peace and good-will to the nations abound.

MARYSVILLE.

L. M.

Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone--
He whom I fix my hopes upon;
His track I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way till him I view.

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SWEET HOME.

11, 11, 11, 5, 11

Baptist Harmony, p. 431

1 Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints,
How sweet to my soul is communion with saints;
To find at the banquet of mercy there's room,
And feel in the presence of Jesus at home.

CHORUS.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home;
Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory; my home.

2 Sweet bonds, that unite all the children of peace!
And thrice precious Jesus, whose love cannot cease!
Though oft from thy presence in sadness I roam,
I long to behold thee in glory, at home.
Home, &c.

3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free,
Which hinders my joy and communion with thee;
Though now my temptations like billows may foam,
All, all will be peace, when I'm with thee at home.
Home, &c.

4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay,
O give me submission, and strength as my day;
In all my afflictions to thee I would come,
Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home.
Home, home, &c.

5 Whate'er thou deniest, O give me thy grace,
The Spirit's sure witness, and smiles of thy face;
Indulge me with patience to wait at thy throne,
And find, even now, a sweet foretaste of home.
Home, home, &c.

6 I long, dearest Lord, in thy beauties to shine,
No more as an exile in sorrow to pine,
And in thy dear image arise from the tomb,
With glorified millions to praise thee, at home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home:
Receive me, dear Saviour, in glory, my home.

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PLENARY.

C. M.

A. Clark.

Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound,
Mine ears, attend the cry;
Ye living men, come view the ground
Where you must shortly lie.
Where you must shortly lie,
Where you must shortly lie.
Ye living men, come view the ground
Where you must shortly lie.

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PART II.

CONSISTING PRINCIPALLY OF PIECES USED IN SINGING SCHOOLS AND SOCIETIES.

MORNING.

L. M.

Psalmist, 232d Hymn.

1 He dies, the friend of sinners dies,
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around;
A solemn darkness veils the skies,
A solemn darkness veils the skies,
A sudden trembling shakes the ground.

2 Ye saints approach!--the anguish view
Of him who groans beneath your load;
He gives his precious life for you;
For you he sheds his precious blood .

3 Here's love and grief beyond degree;
The Lord of glory dies for men;
But, lo! what sudden joys we see!
Jesus, the dead, revives again.

4 The rising God forsakes the tomb;
Up to his Father's court he flies;
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies.

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DUANE STREET.

L. M. D.

Treble by J. T. White.

A poor wayfaring man of grief
Hath often pass'd me on my way;
Who sued so humbly for relief,
That I could never answer nay.
I had not power to ask his name,
Whither he went or whence he came.
Yet there was something in his eye
That won my love, I knew not why .

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FAMILY BIBLE.

1 How painfully pleasing the fond recollection
Of youthful connection and innocent joy,
While blest with parental advice and affection,
Surrounded with mercy and peace from on high;
I still view the chairs of my father and mother,
The seats of their offspring, as ranged on each hand,
And the richest of books, which excels ev'ry other,
The family Bible that lay on the stand,
And th' richest of books which excels every other,
The family Bible that lay on the stand.

2 The Bible, that volume of God's inspiration,
At morning and evening could yield us delight;
The prayers of our father, a sweet invocation,
For mercy by day and for safety by night;
O hymns of thanksgiving with harmonious sweetness,
As warm'd by the hearts of the family band,
Hath raised us from earth to that rapturous dwelling,
Described in the Bible that lay on the stand,
Hath raised us from earth to that rapturous dwelling
Described in the Bible that lay on the stand.

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JOYFUL.

C. M.

B. F. White.

Treble by E. J. King.

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?
Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease?
Whilst others fought to win the prize,
And sail'd through bloody seas.
Oh, that will be joyful, joyful, joyful!
Oh, that will be joyful,
To meet to part no more.
To meet to part no more,
On Canaan's happy shore,--
We all shall meet
At Jesus' feet,
With those who've gone before.

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COWPER.

L. M.

Forgive the song that falls so low,
Beneath the gratitude I owe.
It means thy praise, however poor,
It means thy praise, however poor,
An angel's song can do no more.

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DARTMOUTH.

S. M.

Come sound his praise abroad,
And hyms [sic] of glory sing,
Jehovah is the sov'reign God,
The universal King,
He form'd the deep unknown,
He gave the seas their bound,
The wat'ry worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.

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EXHILARATION.

L. M.

Dr. T. W. Carter.

Oh! may I worthy prove to see
The saints in full prosperity.
Then my troubles will be over.
To see the bride, the glittering bride,
Close seated by her Saviour's side.
Then my troubles will be over.

CHORUS.
I never shall forget the day when
Jesus wash'd my sins away,
And then my troubles will be over,
Will be over,
Will be over,
And rejoicing,
And then my troubles will be over.

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EXHORTATION

C. M.

Psalmist, 8th Hymn.

Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;
To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye.
To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye.

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HARMONY.

P. M.

Wake, all ye soaring throngs, and sing,
Ye cheerful warblers of the spring,
Harmonious anthems raise,
To him who shaped your finer mould,
Who tipp'd your glitt'ring wings with gold,
To him who shaped your finer mould,
Who tipp'd your glitt'ring wings with gold,
And tuned your voice to praise

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PH�BUS.

C. M.

Psalmist, 8th Hymn.

Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;
To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye;--
Up to the hills where Christ is gone
To plead for all his saints,
Presenting at his Father's throne,
Presenting at his Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.

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PETERSBURG.

L. M.

Thus saith the high and lofty One,
I sit upon my holy throne,
My name is God, I dwell on high,
Dwell in my own eternity.
But I descend to worlds below,
On earth, I have a mansion too,
The humble spirit and contrite,
Is an abode, of my delight,
Is an abode of my delight.

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STAR IN THE EAST.

11s & 10s.

R. Herron.

1 Hail the blest morn when the great Mediator
Down from the regions of glory descends;
Shepherds, go worship the babe in the manger,
Lo! for his guard the bright angels attend.

2 Brightest, and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid!
Star of the east the horizon adorning,
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

3 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining,
Low lies his bed with the beasts of the stall;
Angels adore him in slumber reclining,
Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all.

4 Say, shall we yield Him in costly devotion,
Odours of Edom and offerings divine;
Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine.

5 Vainly we offer each ample oblation,
Vainly with gold would his favour secure;
Richer by far is the heart's adoration,
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.

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THE GOODLY LAND.

P. M.

Zion Songster, p. 11.

J. T. White.

Though nature's strength decay,
And earth and hell withstand,
To Canaan's bounds I urge my way,
At his command.
The watery deep I pass,
With Jesus in my view,
And through the howling wilderness
My way pursue.

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BANQUET OF MERCY.

T. W. Carter.

Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints,
How sweet to my soul is communion with saints!
To find at the banquet of mercy there's room,
And feel in the presence of Jesus at home.
Home, sweet home,
Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home.

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HOSANNA.

7s, 6s.

1 When, his salvation bringing,
To Zion Jesus came,
The children all stood singing
Hosanna to his name.
Nor did there zeal offend him,
But as he rode along,
He let them still attend him,
And smiled to hear their song.

2 And since the Lord retaineth
His love for children still;
Though now as King he reigneth
On Zion's heavenly hill:
We'll flock around his banner,
Who sits upon the throne;
And cry aloud "Hosanna
To David's royal son."

3 For should we fail proclaiming
Our great Redeemer's praise,
The stones, our silence shaming,
Might well hosanna raise
But shall we only render
The tribute of our words?
No! while our hearts are tender.
They, too, shall be the Lord's.

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THE CHRISTIAN WARFARE.

12, 11, 11, 11, 12, 11.

1 I find myself placed in a state of probation,
Which God has commanded us well to improve;
And I am resolved to regard all his precepts,
And on in the way of obedience to move.
I know I must go through great tribulation,
And many sore conflicts on every hand;
But grace will support and comfort my spirit,
And I shall be able forever to stand.

2 I'm call'd to contend with the powers of darkness,
And many sore conflicts I have to pass through;
O Jesus, be with me in every battle,
And help me my enemies all to subdue.
If thou, gracious Lord, will only be with me,
To aid and direct me, then all will be right;
Apollyon, with all his powerful forces,
In thy name and thy strength I shall soon put to flight.

3 And when I must cross the cold stream of Jordan
I'll bid all my sorrows a final adieu,
And hasten away to the land of sweet Canaan,
Where, Christians, I hope I shall there meet with you.
That rest into which my soul shall then enter,
Is perfectly glorious, and never shall end;
A rest of exemption from warfare and labour,
A rest in the bosom of Jesus, my friend.

4 And more than exemption from fighting and hardship,
My gracious Redeemer will grant unto me;
A portion of bliss he has promised to give me,
And true to that promise he surely will be.
Yes, I shall receive and always inherit
A happy reception and truly divine,
For which all the praises and glory, my Saviour,
Are due unto thee, and shall ever be thine.

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VERMONT.

C. M. D.

In vain we lavish out our lives,
To gather empty wind;
The choicest blessings earth can yield
Will starve a hungry mind.
Come, and the Lord shall feed our souls
With more substantial meat,
With such as saints in glory love,
With such as angels eat.

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EXIT.

L. M.

P. Sherman.

Death, like an overflowing stream,
Sweeps us away; our life's a dream,
An empty tale, a morning flower,
An empty tale, a morning flower,
An empty tale, a morning flower,
Cut down and wither'd in an hour.

2 Our age to seventy years is set;
How short the time! how frail the state
And if to eighty we arrive,
We rather sigh and groan than live.

3 But oh how oft thy wrath appears,
And cuts off our expected years,
Thy wrath awakes our humble dread:
We fear the power that strikes us dead.

4 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man;
And kindly lengthen out the span,
'Till a wise care of piety
Fit us to die and dwell with thee.

Watts, Psalm 90, pt. 1.

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NEWBURGH.

S. M.

Let every creature join
To praise th' eternal God;
Ye heavenly hosts, the song begin,
And sound his name abroad
Thou sun with golden beams,
And moon with paler rays;
Ye starry lights, ye twinkling flames,
Shine to your Maker's praise.

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GREENWICH.

L. M.

Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I,
To mourn, and murmur, and repine,
To see the wicked placed on high,
In pride and robes of honour shine.
But, oh, their end, their dreadful end;
Thy sanctuary taught me so,
On slip'ry rocks I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below.

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ENFIELD.

C. M.

Before the rosy dawn of day,
To thee, my God, I'll sing;
Awake, my soft and tuneful lyre,
Awake, each charming string:
Awake, and let thy flowing strains
Glide through the midnight air,
While high amidst, the silent orb,
The silver moon, rolls clear.

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PILGRIM'S FAREWELL.

12s, 8s.

Dover Selection, p. 195.

Farewell, farewell, farewell, my friends, I must be gone,
I have no home or stay with you;
I'll take my staff and travel on,
Till I a better world can view.
I'll march to Canaan's land,
I'll land on Canaan's shore,
Where pleasures never end,
And troubles come no more.
Farewell, Farewell, farewell my loving friends, farewell

2 Farewell, &c. my friends, time rolls along,
Nor waits for mortal cares or bliss;
I'll leave you here, and travel on,
Till I arrive where Jesus is.
I'll march, &c.
Farewell, &c.

3 Farewell, &c. dear brethren in the Lord,
To you I'm bound with cords of love;
But we believe his gracious word,
We all ere long shall meet above.
I'll march, &c.
Farewell, &c.

4 Farewell, &c. ye blooming sons of God,
Sore conflicts yet remain for you;
But dauntless keep the heavenly road,
Till Canaan's happy land you view.
I'll march, &c.
Farewell, &c.

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SHERBURNE.

C. M.

While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night,
All seated on the ground,
The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.
The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around,
And glory, &c.

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PROTECTION.

L. M.

Sherman.

God, my supporter, and my hope,
My help forever near;
Thine arm of mercy held me up,
Thine arm of mercy held me up,
When sinking in despair.
When sinking in despair.

2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet
Through life's bewilder'd race,
Thine hand conduct me near thy seat,
To dwell before thy face.

3 Were I in heav'n without my God,
'Twould be no joy to me;
And whilst this earth is my abode,
I long for none but thee.

4 What if the springs of life should break,
And flesh and heart should faint,
God is my soul's eternal rock,
The strength of every saint.

5 Behold, the sinners that remove
Far from thy presence die;
Not all the idol gods they love
Can save them when they cry.

6 But to draw near to thee, my God,
Shall be my sweet employ;
My tongue shall sound thy works abroad
And tell the world my joy.

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SPRING.

P. M.

1 The scatter'd clouds are fled at last,
The rain is gone, the winter's past;
The lovely vernal flowers appear,
The warbling choirs enchant our ear.
Now, with sweetly pensive moan,
Coos the turtle-dove alone,
Now with sweetly, pensive moan,
Coos the turtle-dove alone.

2 The voice of my beloved sounds,
While o'er the mountain top he bounds;
He flies, exulting, o'er the hills,
And all my soul with transport fills.
Gently doth he chide my stay,
Rise, my soul, and come away,
Gently doth he chide my stay,
Rise, my soul, and come away.

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MONTGOMERY.

C. M.

Psalmist, 18th Hymn.

More.

Early, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away,
Without thy cheering grace;
So pilgrims on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die.
Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die.

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VIRGINIA.

C. M.

Thy words the raging winds control,
And rule the boist'rous deep;
Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll,
The rolling billows sleep.

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SCHENECTADY.

L. M.

Psalmist, 926th Hymn.

Shumway.

From all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Thro' ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue.
Eternal are thy mercies, Lord,
Eternal truth attends thy word;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Till suns shall rise and set no more.

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HUNTINGTON.

L. M.

Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I,
To mourn, and murmur, and repine;
To see the wicked placed on high,
In pride and robes of honour shine.
But, oh, their end, their dreadful end!
Thy sanctuary taught me so;
But--taught me so;
On slippery rocks I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below.

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WORCESTER.

S. M.

Psalmist, 949th Hymn.

How beauteous are their feet
Who stand on Zion's hill;
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal!
Who bring, &c.
And, &c.
How charming, charming is their voice!
How sweet the tidings are!
Zion, behold thy Saviour king,
He reigns and triumphs here!
Zion
He

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ALABAMA.

C. M.

1 Angels in shining order stand
Around the Saviour's throne;
They bow with reverence at his feet,
And make his glories known.
Those happy spirits sing his praise,
To all eternity;
But I can sing redeeming grace,
For Jesus died for me.

2 The cross of Christ inspires my heart
To sing redeeming grace;
Awake, my soul, and bear a part
In my Redeemer's praise.
Oh! what can be compared to him
Who died upon the tree!
This is my dear, delightful theme,
That Jesus died for me.

3 When at the table of the Lord
We humbly take our place;
The death of Jesus we record,
With love and thankfulness.
These emblems bring my Lord to view,
Upon the bloody tree;
My soul believes and feels it's true
That Jesus died for me.

4 His body broken, nail'd, and torn,
And stain'd with streams of blood,
His spotless soul was left forlorn,
Forsaken of his God.
'Twas then his Father gave the stroke
That justice did decree;
All nature felt the dreadful stroke,
When Jesus died for me.

5 Eli lama sabachthani,
My God, my God, he cried,
Why hast thou thus forsaken me!
And thus my Saviour died.
But why did God forsake his Son,
When bleeding on the tree?
He died for sins, but not his own,
For Jesus died for me.

6 My guilt was on my Surety laid,
And therefore he must die;
His soul a sacrifice was made
For such a worm as I.
Was ever love so great as this?
Was ever grace so free?
This is my glory, joy, and bliss,
That Jesus died for me.

7 He took his meritorious blood,
And rose above the skies,
And in the presence of his God,
Presents his sacrifice.
His intercession must prevail
With such a glorious plea;
My cause can never, never fail,
For Jesus died for me.

8 Angels in shining order sit
Around my Saviour's throne;
They bow with reverence at his feet,
And make his glories known.
Those happy spirits sing his praise
To all eternity;
But I can sing redeeming grace,
For Jesus died for me.

9 Oh! had I but an angel's voice
To bear my heart along,
My flowing numbers soon would rise
To an immortal song.
I'd charm their harps and golden lyres
In sweetest harmony,
And tell to all the heavenly choirs
That Jesus died for me.

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STAR OF COLUMBIA.

11s.

Words by Dr. Dwight.

Miss M. T. Durham

1 Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise,
The queen of the world, and the child of the skies;
Thy genius commands thee, with raptures behold,
While ages on ages thy splendor unfold:
Thy reign is the last and the noblest of time,
Most fruitful thy soil, most inviting thy clime;
Let crimes of the east ne'er encrimson thy name,
Be freedom, and science, and virtue thy fame.

2 To conquest and slaughter let Europe aspire,
Whelm nations in blood, or wrap cities in fire;
Thy heroes the rights of mankind shall defend,
And triumph pursue them and glory attend.
A world is thy realm, for a world be thy laws,
Enlarged as thy empire, and just as thy cause;
On freedom's broad basis that empire shall rise,
Extend with the main, and dissolve with the skies.

3 Fair science her gate to thy sons shall unbar,
And the east see thy morn hide the beams of her star;
New bards and new sages unrivall'd shall soar
To fame unextinguish'd, when time is no more.
To the last refuge of virtue design'd,
Shall fly from all nations, the best of mankind;
There, grateful to Heaven, with transport shall bring
Their incense, more fragrant than odours of spring.

4 Nor less shall thy fair ones to glory ascend,
And genius and beauty in harmony blend;
Their graces of form shall awake pure desire,
And the charms of soul still enliven the fire:
Their sweetness unmingled, their manners refined,
And virtue's bright image enstamp'd on the mind;
With peace and sweet rapture shall teach life to glow,
And light up a smile in the aspect of wo.

5 Thy fleets to all regions thy pow'r shall display;
The nations admire, and the ocean obey;
Each shore to thy glory its tribute unfold,
And the east and the south yield their spices and gold;
As the day-spring unbounded thy splendours shall flow,
And earth's little kingdoms before thee shall bow,
While the ensigns of union in triumph unfurl'd,
Hush anarchy's sway, and give peace to the world.

6 Thus down a lone valley with cedars o'erspread,
From the noise of the town I pensively stray'd,
The bloom from the face of fair heaven retired,
The wind ceased to murmur, the thunders expired,
Perfumes, as of Eden, flow'd sweetly along,
And a voice, as of angels, enchantingly sung,
Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise
The queen of the world, and the child of the skies.

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EDOM.

C. M.

With songs and honours sounding loud,
Address the Lord on high,
Over the heav'ns he spreads his clouds,
And waters veil the sky.
And waters veil the sky.
He sends his show'rs of blessings down
To cheer the plains below;
He makes the grass the mountains crown,
He makes, &c.
And corn in valleys grow,
And corn, &c.

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PILGRIM.

8, 6, 8, 6, 8, 6, 8, 6.

C. M.

Come, all ye mourning pilgrims dear,
Who're bound for Canaan's land,
Take courage and fight valiantly,
Stand fast with sword in hand;
Our Captain's gone before us,
Our Father's only Son,
Then, pilgrims dear, pray do not fear,
But let us follow on.

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NEW LEBANON.

8s.

Sherman.

Great God, the heav'n's well-order'd frame
Declares the glories of thy name;
There thy rich works of wonder shine;
A thousand starry beauties there,
A thousand radiant marks appear,
Of boundless pow'r and skill divine,
Of boundless pow'r and skill divine.

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FLORIDA.

S. M.

Psalmist, 761st Hymn.

Witmore.

Let sinners take their course,
And choose the road to death;
But in the worship of my God,
I'll spend my daily breath,
But in the worship of my God,
I'll spend my daily breath.

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MISSION.

L. M.

Baptist Harmony, p. 266.

A. Grambling. [unclear]

1 Young people, all attention give,
While I address you in God's name;
You who in sin and folly live,
Come hear the counsel of a friend.
I've sought for bliss in glitt'ring toys,
And ranged the luring scenes of vice;
But never knew substantial joys,
Until I heard my Saviour's voice.

2 He spake at once my sins forgiv'n,
And wash'd my load of guilt away;
He gave me glory, peace, and heav'n,
And thus I found the heavenly way.
And now with trembling sense I view
The billows roll beneath your feet;
For death eternal waits for you,
Who slight the force of gospel truth.

3 Youth, like the spring, will soon be gone,
By fleeting time or conquering death;
Your morning sun may set at noon,
And leave you ever in the dark.
Your sparkling eyes and blooming cheeks
Must wither like the blasted rose;
The coffin, earth, and winding-sheet
Will soon your active limbs enclose.

4 Ye heedless ones, that wildly stroll,
The grave will soon become your bed,
Where silence reigns, and vapours roll
In solemn darkness round your head.
Your friends will pass the lonesome place,
And with a sigh move slow along;
Still gazing on the spires of grass
With which your graves are overgrown.

5 Your souls will land in darker realms,
Where vengeance reigns and billows roar,
And roll amid the burning flames,
When thousand thousand years are o'er.
Sunk in the shades of endless night,
To groan and howl in endless pain,
And never more behold the light,
And never, never rise again.

6 Ye blooming youth, this is the state
Of all who do free grace refuse;
And soon with you 'twill be too late
The way of life and Christ to choose.
Come, lay your carnal weapons by,
No longer fight against your God;
But with the gospel now comply,
And heav'n shall be your great reward.

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PLEASANT HILL.

C. M.

Baptist Harmony, p. 273.

1 Religion is the chief concern
Of mortals here below;
May I its great importance learn,
Its sovereign virtues know.

2 More needful this than glittering wealth,
Or aught the world bestows;
Nor reputation, food, or health,
Can give us such repose.

3 Religion should our thoughts engage
Amidst our youthful bloom;
'Twill fit us for declining age,
And for the awful tomb.

4 O, may my heart, by grace renew'd,
Be my Redeemer's throne;
And be my stubborn will subdued
His government to own.

5 Let deep repentance, faith, and love,
Be join'd with godly fear;
And all my conversation prove
My heart to be sincere.

6 Preserve me from the snares of sin
Through my remaining days;
And in me let each virtue shine,
To my Redeemer's praise.

7 Let lively hope my soul inspire,
Let warm affections rise;
And may I wait, with strong desire,
To mount above the skies.

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CONSOLATION NEW.

8, 8, 6.

Come on, my partners in distress,
My comrades through the wilderness,
Who still your bodies feel;
Awhile forget your griefs and fears,
And look beyond this vale of tears
To that celestial hill,
To that celestial hill.

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LOUISIANA.

8, 7.

1 Come, little children, now we may
Partake a little morsel,
For little songs and little ways
Adorn'd a great apostle.
A little drop of Jesus' blood
Can make a feast of union;
It is by little steps we move
Into a full communion.

2 A little faith does mighty deeds,
Quite past all my recounting;
Faith, like a little mustard seed,
Can move a lofty mountain.
A little charity and zeal,
A little tribulation,
A little patience makes us feel
Great peace and consolation.

3 A little cross with cheerfulness,
A little self-denial,
Will serve to make our troubles less,
And bear the greatest trial.
The Spirit like a little dove
On Jesus once descended;
To show his meekness and his love,
The emblem was intended.

4 The title of the little Lamb
Unto our Lord was given;
Such was our Saviour's little name,
The Lord of earth and heaven.
A little voice that's small and still
Can rule the whole creation;
A little stone the earth shall fill,
And humble every nation.

5 A little zeal supplies the soul,
It doth the heart inspire;
A little spark lights up the whole,
And sets the crowd on fire.
A little union serves to hold
The good and tender-hearted;
It's stronger than a chain of gold,
And never can be parted.

6 Come, let us labour here below,
And who can be the straitest;
For in God's kingdom, all must know
The least shall be the greatest.
O give us, Lord, a little drop
Of heavenly love and union;
O may we never, never stop
Short of a full communion.

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THE TURTLE DOVE.

L. M.

Dover Selection, p. 154.

1 Hark! don't you hear the turtle dove,
The token of redeeming love?
From hill to hill we hear the sound,
The neighb'ring valleys echo round.
O Zion, hear the turtle dove,
The token of your Saviour's love!
She comes the desert land to cheer,
And welcome in the jubil-year.

2 The winter's past, the rain is o'er,
We feel the chilling winds no more;
The spring is come; how sweet the view,
All things appear divinely new.
On Zion's mount the watchmen cry,
"The resurrection's drawing nigh:"
Behold, the nations from abroad
Are flocking to the mount of God.

3 The trumpet sounds, both far and nigh;
O sinners, turn! why will ye die?
How can you spurn the gospel charms?
Enlist with Christ, gird on your arms.
These are the days that were foretold,
In ancient times, by prophets old;
They long'd to see this glorious light,
But all have died without the sight.

4 The latter days on us have come,
And fugitives are flocking home;
Behold them crowd the gospel road,
All pressing to the mount of God.
O yes! and I will join that band,
Now here's my heart, and here's my hand;
With Satan's band no more I'll be,
But fight for Christ and liberty.

5 His banner soon will be unfurl'd,
And he will come to judge the world;
On Zion's mountain we shall stand,
In Canaan's fair, celestial land.
When sun and moon shall darken'd be,
And flames consume the land and sea;
When worlds on worlds together blaze,
We'll shout, and loud hosannas raise.

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EVENING SHADE

S. M.

Baptist Harmony, p. 373.

1 The day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
O may we all remember well,
O may we all remember well,
The night of death is near.

2 We lay our garments by,
Upon our beds to rest;
So death will soon disrobe us all
Of what we here possess.

3 Lord, keep us safe this night,
Secure from all our fears:
May angels guard us while we sleep,
Till morning light appears.

4 And when we early rise,
And view th' unwearied sun,
May we set out to win the prize,
And after glory run.

5 And when our days are past,
And we from time remove,
O may we in thy bosom rest,
The bosom of thy love.

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LENA.

8, 7.

See the Lord of glory dying!
See him gasping! hear him crying!
See his burden'd bosom heave!
Look, ye sinners, ye that hung him;
Look, how deep your sins have stung him;
Dying sinners, look and live.

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WHITESTOWN.

L. M.

Ward.

Where nothing dwelt but beasts of prey,
Or men as fierce and wild as they,
He bids th'oppress'd and poor repair,
And build them towns and cities there.
They sow the fields, and trees they plant,
Whose yearly fruit supplies their want;
Their race grows up from fruitful stocks,
Their wealth increases with their flocks.

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SHARON.

P. M.

How pleasant 'tis to see
Kindred and friends agree,
Each in his proper station move,
Each in his proper station move,
And each fulfil his part,
With sympathizing heart,
In all the cares of life,
In all the cares of life and love.

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THE GOOD OLD WAY.

L. M.

Dover Selection, p. 56

1 Lift up your heads, Immanuel's friends,
O halle, hallelujah,
And taste the pleasure Jesus sends,
O halle, hallelujah.
Let nothing cause you to delay,
O halle, hallelujah;
But hasten on the good old way,
O halle, hallelujah!

2 Our conflicts here, though great they be,
Shall not prevent our victory,
If we but watch, and strive, and pray,
Like soldiers in the good old way.
And I'll sing hallelujah,
And glory be to God on high;
And I'll sing hallelujah,
There's glory beaming from the sky.

3 O good old way, how sweet thou art!
May none of us from thee depart,
But may our actions always say,
We're marching on the good old way.
And I'll sing hallelujah,
And glory be to God on high;
And I'll sing hallelujah,
There's glory beaming from the sky.

4 Though Satan may his power employ
Our peace and comfort to destroy,
Yet never fear, we'll gain the day,
And triumph in the good old way.
And I'll sing, &c.

5 And when on Pisgah's top we stand,
And view by faith the promised land,
Then we may sing, and shout, and pray,
And march along the good old way.
And I'll sing, &c.

6 Ye valiant souls, for heaven contend;
Remember, glory's at the end;
Our God will wipe all tears away,
When we have run the good old way.
And I'll sing, &c.

7 Then far beyond this mortal shore,
We'll meet with those who're gone before;
And him we'll praise in endless day,
Who brought us on the good old way
And I'll sing, &c.

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REPENTANCE.

C. M.

O, if my soul was form'd for wo,
How would I vent my sighs!
Repentance should like rivers flow,
From both my streaming eyes.
'Twas for my sins my dearest Lord
Hung on that cursed tree,
And groan'd away his dying life,
For thee, my soul, for thee,
For thee, my soul, for thee.

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NEW TOPIA.

P. M.

Munday.

Young people all, attention give,
And hear what I do say;
I want your souls with Christ to live,
In everlasting day;
Remember, you are hast'ning on
To death's dark, gloomy shade;
Your joys on earth will soon be gone,
Your flesh in dust be laid.
Your joys on earth will soon be gone,
Your, &c.

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DELIGHT.

P. M.

Coan, Guilford, Ct [unclear]

No burning heats by day,
Nor blasts of evening air,
Shall take my health away,
If God be with me there.
Thou art my sun and thou my shade,
To guard my head by night or noon, by night or noon.
Thou art my sun and thou my shade,
To guard my head by night or noon.

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BALLSTOWN

L. M.

Psalmist, 20th Hymn.

Great God, attend while Zion sings
The joy that from thy presence springs;
To spend one day with thee on earth,
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.
To spend one day with thee on earth,
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.

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MOUNT PLEASANT.

C. M.

There is a house not made with hands,
Eternal, and on high,
And here my spirit waiting stands,
Till God shall bid it fly.
And here my spirit waiting stands,
Till God shall bid it fly,
Till God shall bid it fly, fly, fly, fly,
Till God shall bid it fly.
And here my spirit waiting stands,
Till God shall bid it fly.

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MOUNT ZION.

S. M.

Brown.

The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
Then let your songs abound,
And every tear be dry:
We're marching through Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.
We're marching through Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.
To fairer worlds on high.
We're marching through Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.

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OCEAN.

Swan.

Thy works of glory, mighty Lord,
That rul'st the boist'rous sea;
The sons of courage shall record,
Who tempt the dang'rous way.
At thy command the winds arise,
And swell the tow'ring waves;
The men astonish'd mount the skies,
And sink in gaping graves.

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PORTUGUESE HYMN.

P. M.

1 Hither, ye faithful, haste with songs of triumph,
To Bethlehem haste, the Lord of life to meet;
To you this day is born a Prince and Saviour;
O come, and let us worship,
O come, and let us worship,
O come, and let us worship at his feet.

2 O Jesus, for such wondrous condescension,
Our praises and reverence are an offering meet;
Now is the Word made flesh and dwells among us:
O come, and let us worship at his feet.

3 Shout his almighty name, ye choirs of angels,
And let the celestial courts his praise repeat,
Unto our God be glory in the highest;
O come, and let us worship at his feet.

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THE SAINTS BOUND FOR HEAVEN.

12, 9.

1 Our bondage it shall end, by and by, by and by,
Our bondage it shall end, by and by;
From Egypt's yoke set free;
Hail the glorious jubilee,
And to Canaan we'll return, by and by, by and by,
And to Canaan we'll return, by and by.

2 Our deliv'rer he shall come, by and by, by and by,
Our deliv'rer he shall come, by and by;
And our sorrows have an end,
With our threescore years and ten,
And vast glory crown the day, by and by, by and by,
And vast glory crown the day, by and by.

3 Tho' our enemies are strong, we'll go on, we'll go on,
Tho' our enemies are strong, we'll go on,
Tho' our hearts dissolve with fear,
Lo, Sinai's God is near,
While the fiery pillar moves, we'll go on, we'll go on,
While the fiery pillar moves, we'll go on.

4 Though Marah has bitter streams, we'll go on;
Though Baca's vale be dry,
And the land yield no supply;
To a land of corn and wine, we'll go on.

5 And when to Jordan's floods we are come,
Jehovah rules the tide,
And the waters he'll divide,
And the ransom'd host shall shout, We are come.

6 Then friends shall meet again, who have loved,
Our embraces shall be sweet
At the dear Redeemer's feet,
When we meet to part no more, who have loved.

7 Then with all the happy throng, we'll rejoice,
Shouting glory to our King,
Till the vaults of heaven ring
And through all eternity we'll rejoice.

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PART III.

CONSISTING OF ODES AND ANTHEMS.

CHRISTMAS ANTHEM.

Oh how charming,
Oh how charming
Are the radiant bands of music, music, music, music!
Oh how charming
Are the radiant bands of music,
Flying in the air.
The church triumphant gives the tone,
While they surround the holy throne,
In glory, with celestial arts,
Angelic armies tune their harps,
And raptured seraphs play their parts:
Strike, strike, strike their notes at our Redeemer's birth.

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ODE OF LIFE'S JOURNEY.

E. J. King.

I began life's journey when young,
And the glittering prospect charm'd my eyes;
I saw joy after joy successive rise
Along the extended plain.
But soon I found 'twas all a dream,
And learn'd the fond pursuit to shun,
Where few can reach the purposed aim,
And thousands daily are undone.

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MASONIC ODE

Treble by E. J. King.

Sacred to heav'n behold the dome appears;
Lo! what august solemnity, it wears;
Angels themselves have deign'd to deck the frame,
And beauteous Sheba shall report its fame.
When the queen of the south shall return
To the climes which acknowledge her sway,
Where the sun's warmer beams fiercely burn,
The princess, with transport, shall say
Well worthy my journey! I've seen
A monarch both graceful and wise,
Deserving the love of a queen,
And a temple well worthy the skies.
Open, ye gates, receive a queen who shares
With equal sense your happiness and cares.
Of riches much, but more of wisdom see;
Proportion'd workmanship and masonry.
Oh charming Sheba, there behold
What massive stores of burnish'd gold,
Yet richer is your art,
Yet richer is your art.
Wisdom and beauty both combine
Our art to raise, our hearts to join.
Wisdom and beauty both combine
Our art to raise, our hearts to join.
Give to masonry the prize,
Where the fairest choose the wise.
Beauty still should wisdom love;
Beauty and order reign above,
Beauty and order reign above,
Beauty and order reign above.

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BAPTISMAL ANTHEM.

Matthew 3d chapter.

B. F. White.

In those days came John the Baptist, preaching in the wilderness of Judea,
And saying,
Repent ye; for the kingdom of heaven is at hand,
For this is he that was spoken of by the prophet Esaias, saving
The voice of one crying in the wilderness,
Prepare ye the way of the Lord, make his paths straight.
And the same John had his raiment of camel's hair and bound with a leathern girdle, and his meat was locusts and wild honey.

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REVERENTIAL ANTHEM.

96th Psalm.

E. J. King

Give unto the Lord the glory due unto his name.
Come into his courts,
Worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness.
Fear before him, all the earth.
He shall judge the people righteously.
Let the heav'ns rejoice, and the earth be glad before the Lord.
For he cometh,
To judge the world with righteousness, and the people with his truth.

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EASTER ANTHEM.

Young's Night Thoughts, 4th Night.

Billings.

The Lord is ris'n indeed!
Hallelujah!
The Lord is ris'n indeed!
Hallelujah!
Now is Christ ris'n from the dead,
And become the first-fruit of them that slept.
Now is Christ ris'n from the dead,
And become the first-fruit of them that slept.
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.
And did he rise?
And did he rise? did he rise? hear it, ye nations! hear it, O ye dead!
He rose,
He burst the bars of death!
And triumph'd o'er the grave.
Then, then, then I rose, then I rose, then I rose, then first humanity triumphant past the crystal ports of light, and seiz'd eternal youth.
Man all immortal hail, hail,
Heaven, all lavish of strange gifts to man,
Thine's all the glory, man's the boundless bliss;
Thine's all the glory, man's the boundless bliss.

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DAVID'S LAMENTATION.

2 Sam. xviii. 33.

Billings.

David the king was grieved and moved,
He went to his chamber, his chamber, and wept;
And as he went he wept, and said,
O my son!
Would to God I had died,
For thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!

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CHRISTIAN SONG.

Mine eyes are now closing to rest,
My body must soon be removed,
And mould'ring, lie buried in dust,
No more to be envied or loved,
No more to be envied or loved.
Ah! what is this drawing my breath,
And stealing my senses away?
O tell me,
O tell me, my soul, is it death,
Releasing me kindly from clay?
Now mounting, my soul shall descry
The regions of pleasure and love,
My spirit triumphant shall fly,
And dwell with my Saviour above.

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ODE ON SCIENCE.

The morning sun shines from the east,
And spreads his glories to the west,
All nations with his beams are blest,
Where'er the radiant light appears.
So science spreads her lucid ray
O'er lands which long in darkness lay;
She visits fair Columbia,
And sets her sons among the stars.
Fair freedom her attendant waits,
To bless the portals of her gates,
To crown the young and rising states
With laurels of immortal day:
The British yoke, the Gallic chain,
Was urged upon our necks in vain,
All haughty tyrants we disdain,
And shout, Long live America.

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CLAREMONT.

Vital spark of heav'nly flame,
Quit, oh! quit this mortal frame;
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, flying, flying.
Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life,
And let me languish into life.
Hark! Hark! Hark! they whisper; angels say,
Sister spirit, come away;
Sister spirit, come away.
What is this absorbs me quite--
Steals my senses, shuts my sight?
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death.
The world recedes, it disappears,
Heav'n opens on my eyes,
My ears with sounds seraphic ring,
My ears with sounds seraphic ring,
My ears with sounds seraphic ring.
Lend, lend your wings!
I mount! I fly!
I mount! I fly!
O grave! where is thy victory? thy victory?
O grave! where is thy victory? thy victory?
O death! where is thy sting?
Lend, lend your wings!
I mount! I fly!
I mount! I fly!
I mount! I fly, I fly!
O grave! where is thy victory?
O death! where is thy sting?
I mount! I fly!
I mount! I fly!
O grave! where is thy victory?
O death! where is thy sting?

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HEAVENLY VISION.

Taken from Rev. v. 11.

Billings.

I beheld, and lo a great multitude, which no man could number:
Thousands of thousands, and ten times thousands,
Thousands of thousands, and ten times thousands,
Thousands, &c.
Stood before the Lamb, and they had palms in their hands, and they cease not day nor night, saying,
Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy,
Lord God Almighty,
Which was, and is, and is to come,
Which was, &c.
And I heard a mighty angel flying thro' the midst of heav'n, crying with a loud voice,
Wo, wo, wo, wo,
Be unto the earth by reason of the trumpet which is yet to sound.
And when the last trumpet sounded, the great men and nobles, rich men and poor, bond and free, gathered themselves together, and cried to the rocks and mountains to fall upon them, and hide them from the face of Him that sitteth on the throne;
For the great day of the Lord is come, and who shall be able to stand?
And who shall be able to stand?

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ROSE OF SHARON

Sol. Song ii.

Billings.

I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valley;
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valley;
As the lily among the thorns, so is my love among the daughters;
As the apple tree, the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons, so is my beloved among the sons.
I sat down under his shadow with great delight,
And his fruit, and his fruit was sweet to my taste,
And his fruit, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
He brought me to the banqueting house, his banner over me was love,
He brought me to the banqueting-house, his banner over me was love.
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples,
For I am sick, for I am sick, for I am sick of love:
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem,
By the roes, and by the hinds of the field,
That you stir not up, that you stir not up, that you stir not up, that you stir not up, nor awake, awake, awake, awake my love, till he please.
The voice of my beloved,
Behold! he cometh, leaping upon the mountains, skipping, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
My beloved spake, and said unto me,
Rise up, rise up, rise up, rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.
For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone, the rain is over, the rain is over, the rain is over and gone.
For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.

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FAREWELL ANTHEM

My friends, I am going a long and tedious journey,
Never to return.
I am going, I am going a long and tedious journey,
Never to return.
I am going a long journey,
Never to return.
Never to return,
Never to return,
Never to return;
Never, never, never, never to return;
Fare you well, my friends,
Fare you well, my friends,
And God grant we may meet together in that world above,
Where trouble shall cease and harmony shall abound.
Hark! hark! my dear friends, for death hath called me,
And I must go, and lie down in the cold and silent grave,
Where the mourners cease from mourning, and the pris'ner is set free;
Where the rich and the poor are both alike.
Fare you well, fare you well, fare you well, fare you well, fare you well, my friends.

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APPENDIX TO THE SACRED HARP:
CONTAINING A VARIETY OF
STANDARD AND FAVOURITE TUNES NOT COMPRISED IN THE BODY OF THE WORK.

COMPILED BY
A COMMITTEE APPOINTED BY "THE SOUTHERN MUSICAL CONVENTION."

T HE Committee appointed by "The Southern Musical Convention," at its last session, to whom was referred the revision and enlargement of the Sacred Harp, beg leave to say to all whom it may concern, that we, according to appointment, have taken the work under consideration and inspection, and have corrected the rudimental errors in said work, and the typographical errors in the music, and have also added such pieces of composition as we think are calculated to enhance the value of the work, and are happily adapted to the use of the public generally, as an Appendix to the Sacred Harp, and have adopted the same.

All of which is respectfully submitted,

B. F. W HITE,

J OEL K ING,

L EONARD P. B REEDLOVE,

A. O GLETREE,

S. R. P ENICK,

J. R. T URNER,

R. F. M. M ANN,

E. L. K ING,

Committee.

Hamilton, Jan. 12, 1850.

[Adopted.]

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DUKE STREET.

L. M.

Great God! attend to my complaint,
Nor let my drooping spirit faint;
When foes in secret spread the snare,
Let my salvation be thy care.

HEBRON.

L. M.

Thus far the Lord hath led me on,
Thus far his power prolongs my days;
And every evening shall make known
Some fresh memorial of his grace.

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RESTORATION.

L. M.

Baptist Hymn Book, p. 594.

D. P. White.

How many years has man been driv'n,
Far off from happiness and heav'n;
When wilt thou, gracious Lord, restore
Thy wand'ring church to roam no more?

GRAVITY.

L. M.

O happy day, that fix'd my choice
On thee, my Saviour and my God!
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell its raptures all abroad.

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UXBRIDGE.

L. M.

Thanks to the hand that set us free,
Eternal Spirit, thanks to thee,
Whose pow'r resistless, unconfined,
Subdues the passion of the mind.

LEBANON, NEW.

L. M.

Rev. Jas. P. Carrell.

Come, sinners, to the gospel feast,
Let ev'ry soul be Jesus' guest,
Ye need not one be left behind,
For God hath bidden all mankind.

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DAY OF WORSHIP.

L. M. D.

B. F. & E. K. Davis.

Dear people, we have met to-day,
To sing, to hear, to preach, and pray,
It is our Father's great command,
The road that leads to his right hand.
But O, the sad and awful state
Of those that stand and come too late!
The foolish virgins did begin
To knock, but could not enter in.

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ALL SAINTS, NEW.

L. M. D.

Hall.

O that my Lord would come and meet,
My soul would stretch her wings in haste,
Fly fearless through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she pass'd.
Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are;
While on his breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there,
While on his breast I lean my head,
And breathe,
And breathe,
And breathe,
And breathe my life out sweetly there.

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CONFIDENCE.

L. M. D.

By J. R. Turner.

Away, my unbelieving fear;
Fear shall in me no more have place.
My Saviour doth not yet appear,
He hides the brightness of his face;
But shall I therefore let him go,
And basely to the tempter yield?
No, in the strength of Jesus, no,
I never will give up my shield.

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RUSSELL.

L. M.

J. M. Day.

Ye humble souls, complain no more;
Let faith survey your future store;
How happy, how divinely blest,
The sacred words of truth attest!
When conscious grief laments sincere,
And pours the penitential tear,
Hope points to your dejected eyes,
The bright reversion in the skies.

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EXHORTATION.

L. M.

Doolittle.

Now, in the heat of youthful blood,
Remember your Creator, God!
Behold the months come hast'ning on,
When you shall say,
My joys are gone,
Behold the
When you shall say,
My joys are gone.

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TEXAS.

L. M.

David P. White.

My waken'd soul, extend thy wings,
And then we'll sing Hosannah:
Beyond the verge of mortal things,
And then we'll sing Hosannah.
We have but the one more river to cross,
And then we'll sing Hosannah,
We have, &c.

See this vain world in smoke decay,
And then we'll sing Hosannah,
And rocks and mountains melt away,
And then we'll sing Hosannah,
We have, &c.
And then, &c.
We have, &c.
And then, &c.

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RUSSIA.

L. M.

By Reed.

1. My spirit looks to God alone;
My rock and refuge is his throne;
In all my fears, in all my straits,
My soul on his salvation waits.

2. Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways,
Pour out your hearts before his face:
When helpers fail and foes invade,
God is our all-sufficient aid.

3. False are the men of high degree,
The baser sort are vanity;
Laid in the balance, both appear
Light as a puff of empty air.

4. Make not increasing gold your trust,
Nor set your hearts on glitt'ring dust;
Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke,
And not believe what God has spoke?

5. Once hath his awful voice declared,
Once and again my ears have heard,
All power is his eternal due;
He must be fear'd and trusted too.

6. For sovereign power reigns not alone,
Grace is a partner of the throne;
Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord,
Shall well divide our last reward.

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LOVING-KINDNESS.

L. M.

By J. L. P. & S. R. Penick.

Awake, my soul, to joyful lays,
Halle, Hallelujah!
And sing the great Redeemer's praise,
Halle, Hallelujah!
He justly claims a song from me,
Halle, Hallelujah!
His loving-kindness, O how free!
Halle, Hallelujah,

ROLL ON.

L. M.

Miss Cynthia Bass.

Why should we start, and fear to die?
What tim'rous worms we mortals are!
Death is the gate of endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.
Roll on, roll on, sweet moments roll on,
And let the poor pilgrim go home, go home.

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BRIDGEWATER.

L. M.

Edson.

From all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Redeemer's praise arise;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung
Through ev'ry land by ev'ry tongue.
Through, &c.

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ANTIOCH.

L. M.

F. C. Wood.

I know that my Redeemer lives,
Glory, hallelujah!
What comfort this sweet sentence gives,
Glory, hallelujah!

CHORUS.
Shout on, pray on, we're gaining ground,
Glory, hallelujah!
The dead's alive, and the lost is found,
Glory, hallelujah!

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SWEET HEAVEN.

L. M.

E. L. King.

The Lord, who built the earth and sky,
In mercy stoops to hear thy cry;
His promise all may freely claim,
Ask, and receive in Jesus' name.
Oh, heaven, sweet heaven, when shall I see?
Oh, when shall I get there?

TRAVELLING PILGRIM.

L. M.

S. H. Rees.

1. Farewell! vain world, I'm going home,
Where there's no more stormy clouds to rise;
My Saviour smiles, and bids me come,
Where there's no more stormy clouds to rise;

CHORUS.
To the land,
To the land,
To the land I am bound,
Where there's no more stormy clouds to rise.

2. Sweet angels beckon me away,
Where there's no more stormy clouds to rise;
To sing God's praise in endless day,
Where there's no more stormy clouds to rise;

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THE BIRMAN HYMN.

L. M.

W. W. Parks.

1. O, seek ye heaven--a golden land,
Where happy souls rejoicing stand,
And ever view the Saviour's face,
And speak and sing of matchless grace.

2. Exempt from sin and sorrow's rage,
From sickness, death, and wasting age;
All suff'ring banish'd from the place,
They speak, and sing of matchless grace!

3. Love fills entire each burning breast,
Of everlasting bliss possess'd;
They quaff with joy th' immortal spring,
Of grace divine they speak and sing.

4. God's presence is their dwelling-place!
The glorious and effulgent rays
From Jesus' face around them shine,--
They speak, and sing of grace divine!

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WESTFORD.

L. M.

By Read.

Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone,
Let my religious hours alone,
Fain would my eyes my Saviour see,
I wait a visit, Lord, from thee,
Fain, &c.
I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.
My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire.
Come, my dear Jesus, from above,
And feed my soul with heav'nly love;
Blest Jesus, what delicious fare!
How sweet thine entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.

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I'M GOING HOME.

L. M.

Leonard P. Breedlove.

Farewell! vain world! I'm going home!
My Saviour smiles and bids me come,
And I don't care to stay here long!
Sweet angels beckon me away,
To sing God's praise in endless day,
And I don't care to stay here long!
Right up yonder, Christians, away up yonder;
O, yes, my Lord, for I don't care to stay here long.

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BALLERMA.

C. M.

Arranged by B. F. White.

There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

ORTONVILLE.

C. M.

Arranged by B. F. White.

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear,
And drives away his fear.

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ROCKINGHAM.

C. M.

B. F. White.

Salvation! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around;
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound!

PIETY.

C. M.

B. F. White.

O for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame;
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!
That leads me to the Lamb!
That leads me to the Lamb!
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!

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ARNOLD.

C. M.

L. P. Breedlove.

Come let us join our friends above,
That have obtain'd the prize,
And on the eagle wings of love
To joy celestial rise.
Let all the saints terrestrial sing
With those to glory gone,
For all the servants of our King,
In heav'n and earth are one.

LAND OF REST.

C. M.

By H. S. Rees.

O land of rest, for thee I sigh,
When will the moments come,
When I shall lay my armour by,
And dwell with Christ at home?

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EMANUEL.

C. M.

J. M. Day.

1. Dear Sovereign of my soul's desires,
Thy love is bliss divine,
Accept the wish that love inspires,
And bid me call thee mine,
And bid me call thee mine.

2. I would be thine, thou know'st I would,
And have thee all my own,
Thee, O my all-sufficient good,
I want, and thee alone,
I want, and thee alone.

MELODY.

C. M.

B. F. White.

And must I be to judgment brought,
And answer in that day
For ev'ry vain and idle thought,
And ev'ry word I say?

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CAMBRIDGE.

C. M.

1. The Lord will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow;
Then tell me, gracious God! is mine
A contrite heart, or no?
A contrite heart, or no,
A contrite heart, or no?

2. I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
Insensible as steel;
If aught is felt, 'tis only pain
To find I cannot feel.

3. I sometimes think myself inclined
To love thee, if I could;
But often feel another mind
Averse to all that's good.

4. My best desires are faint and few,
I fain would strive for more;
But, when I cry--"My strength renew,"
Seem weaker than before.

5. Thy saints are comforted, I know,
And love thy house of prayer;
I sometimes go where others go,
But find no comfort there.

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SHEPHERDS REJOICE.

C. M. D.

L. P. Breedlove.

1. Shepherds, rejoice! lift up your eyes,
And send your fears away;
News from the regions of the skies--
"A Saviour's born to-day!

2. "Jesus, the God whom angels fear,
Comes down to dwell with you;
To-day he makes his entrance here,
But not as monarchs do.

3. "No gold nor purple swaddling bands,
Nor royal shining things:
A manger for his cradle stands,
And holds the King of kings.

4. "Go, shepherds, where the infant lies,
And see his humble throne!
With tears of joy in all your eyes,
Go, shepherds, kiss the Son!"

5. Thus Gabriel sang, and straight around
The heavenly armies throng;
They tune their harps to lofty sound,
And thus conclude the song:

6. "Glory to God that reigns above!
Let peace surround the earth;
Mortals shall know their Maker's love,
At their Redeemer's birth."

7. Lord! and shall angels have their songs,
And men no tunes to raise?
O may we lose our useless tongues,
When they forget to praise!

8. Glory to God that reigns above,
That pitied us forlorn!
We join to sing our Maker's love,
For there's a Saviour born .

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GREENSBOROUGH.

C. M.

Col. John Mercer.

1. There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain,
And pleasures banish pain.

2. There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours,
This heavenly land from ours.

3. [Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dress'd in living green:
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.

4. But timorous mortals start, and shrink
To cross this narrow sea,
And linger, shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.]

5. O! could we make our doubts remove,--
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes;

6. Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er;
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood
Should fright us from the shore.

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VICTORIA.

C. M.

Leonard P. Breedlove.

Alas! and did my Saviour bleed?
Alas! and did my Saviour bleed?
Alas! and did my Saviour bleed?
And did my Sov'reign die?
I have but one more river to cross,
I have but one more river to cross,
I have but one more river to cross,
And then I'll be at rest.

Would he devote his sacred head,
Would he devote his sacred head,
Would he devote his sacred head
For such a worm as I?
I have but one more river to cross,
I have but one more river to cross,
I have but one more river to cross,
And then I'll be at rest.

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TRUMBULL.

C. M.

Benham.

The promise of my Father's love
Shall stand for ever good,
He said, and gave his soul to death,
And seal'd the grace with blood
He blood
And seal'd the grace with blood.

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THE SINNER'S RESOLVE.

C. M.

By E. L. King.

Come, humble sinner, in whose breast
a [sic] thousand thoughts revolve,
Come with your guilt and fear opprest,
And make this last resolve:
I'll go to Jesus, though my sin
Hath like a mountain rose,
I know his courts, I'll enter in
Whatever may oppose,
Whatever may oppose,
Whatever may oppose.
I know his courts, I'll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.

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ST. THOMAS.

S. M.

Come sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing,
Jehovah is the sovereign Lord,
The universal King.

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NEVER PART.

C. M.

Jno. Carwell.

Come, humble sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve,
Come, with your guilt and fear opprest,
And make this last resolve.
We're marching through Immanuel's ground,
And soon shall hear the trumpet sound,
And then all shall with Jesus reign,
And never, never part again.
What? never part again,
No, never part again.
What, &c.
No never, &c.
And soon, &c.
And never, never part again.

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ZION'S JOY.

S. M.

By Dr. W. J. Thomas.

How beauteous are their feet,
Who stand on Zion's hill!
Who bring salvation on their tongue,
Who, &c.
And words of truth reveal!

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SARDINIA.

C. M. D.

Castle.

1. Behold the love,--the gen'rous love
That holy David shows!
Behold his kind compassion move
For his afflicted foes!
When they are sick his soul complains,
And seems to feel the smart;
The spirit of the gospel reigns,
And melts his pious heart.

2. How did his flowing tears condole
As for a brother dead!
And fasting, mortified his soul,
While for their lives he pray'd.
They groan'd, and cursed him on their bed,
Yet still he pleads and mourns;
And double blessings on his head
The righteous Lord returns.

3. O glorious type of heavenly grace!
Thus Christ the Lord appears;
While sinners curse, the Saviour prays,
And pities them with tears.
He, the true David, Israel's King,
Bless'd and beloved of God,
To save us rebels, dead in sin,
Paid his own dearest blood.

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CONVERSION.

C. M.

When God reveal'd his gracious name,
And changed my mournful state,
My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream,
My rapture
The grace appear'd so great,
The grace, &c.

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PROVIDENCE.

C. M.

What shall I render to my God
For all his kindness shown?
My feet shall visit thine abode,
My songs address thy throne.
My feet shall visit thine abode,
My songs, &c.
My feet, &c.
My songs, &c.

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NEW JERUSALEM.

C. M.

Ingalls.

Lo! what a glorious sight appears
To our believing eyes;
The former seas have pass'd away,
And the old rolling skies!
The former
And the old rolling skies,
And the old rolling skies,
And the old rolling skies!

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CALVARY.

C. M.

Reed.

My thoughts, that often mount the skies,
Go, search the world--
Go, search the world beneath,
Where nature all in ruin lies,
Where nature ruin lies,
And owns her sovereign--Death!
And owns,
And owns her sovereign--Death!

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FORT VALLEY.

C. M.

E. L. King.

1. To our Redeemer's glorious name,
Awake the sacred song!
O may his love (immortal flame!)
Tune ev'ry heart and tongue.
O may, &c.
Tune, &c.

2. His love, what mortal thought can reach!
What mortal tongue display!
Imagination's utmost stretch
In wonder dies away.
Imagination's, &c.
In, &c.

3.
He left his radiant throne on high,
Left the bright realms of bliss,
And came to earth to bleed and die!--
Was ever love like this?

4.
Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to thee,
May every heart with rapture say,
"The Saviour died for me."

5.
O may the sweet, the blissful theme,
Fill every heart and tongue:
Till strangers love thy charming name,
And join the sacred song.

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NEW JORDAN.

C. M. D.

Thumwar.

On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye,
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.
Oh the transporting, rapturous scenes,
That rises to my sight,
Sweet fields array'd in living green,
And rivers of delight.
Sweet, &c.
And, &c.

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LITTLE MARLBOROUGH.

S. M.

Welcome, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.

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MORGAN.

C. M.

With songs and honours sounding loud,
Address the Lord on high!
Over the heavens he spreads his cloud,
And waters veil the sky.
He sends his showers of blessings down,
To cheer the plains below,
To cheer
He makes the grass the mountains crown,
He makes, &c. mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow.
He makes
He makes the grass the mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow,
And corn, &c.

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OXFORD.

C. M. D.

Meth. Hymn Book, p. 425.

John Massengale.

Shepherds, rejoice! lift up your eyes,
And send your fears away:
News from the regions of the skies.--
A Saviour's born to-day!
Jesus, the God whom angels fear,
Comes down to dwell with you;
To-day he makes his entrance here,--
But not as monarchs do!

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PARTING FRIENDS.

C. M.

E. L. King.

What is there here to court my stay,
And keep me back from home,
When angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come?
Shall I regret my parting friends
Here in this vale confined?
Nay, but where'er my soul ascends,
They will not stay behind.

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LIVING LAMB.

C. M.

C. A. Davis.

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?

CHORUS.
Oh the Lamb, the living Lamb,
The Lamb on Calvary,
The Lamb that was slain,
But lives again,
To intercede for me.

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THIS WORLD IS NOT MY HOME.

C. M.

John Massengale.

On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye,
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

CHORUS.
This world is not my home,
This world is not my home,
This world's a wilderness below,
This world is not my home.

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SILVER STREET.

S. M.

Come sound his praise abroad,
and [sic] hymns of glory sing,
Jehovah is the sovereign Lord,
The universal King.
Praise ye the Lord,
Hallelujah,
Praise ye the Lord,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Praise ye the Lord.

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SING TO ME OF HEAVEN.

S. M.

John Massengale.

1. O, sing to me of heaven,
When I am call'd to die
Sing songs of holy ecstasy,
To waft my soul on high!

2. When cold and sluggish drops
Roll off my marble brow,
Burst forth in strains of joyfulness,
Let heaven begin below!

3. When the last moment comes,
O watch my dying face,
And catch the bright, seraphic gleam
Which on each feature plays.

4. Then to my ravish'd ear
Let one sweet song begin;
Let music charm me last on earth,
And greet me first in heaven.

5. Then close my sightless eyes,
And lay me down to rest,
And clasp my cold and icy hands
Across my peaceful breast.

6. Then round my senseless clay
Assemble those I love,
And sing of heaven, delightful heaven,
My glorious home above.

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CONCORD

S. M.

1. The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits, on earthly ground,
Celestial fruits, on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow.

2.
The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

3.
Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We're marching through Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.

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AMHERST.

H. M.

Billings.

1. Lord of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of thy love,
Thine earthly temples are!
To thine abode
My heart aspires,
with [sic] warm desires
To see my God.

2. The sparrow for her young,
With pleasure seeks a nest,
And wand'ring swallows long
To find their wonted rest:
My spirit faints
With equal zeal
To rise and dwell
Among thy saints.

3.
O happy souls that pray
Where God appoints to hear!
O happy men that pay
Their constant service there!
They praise thee still;
And happy they
That love the way,
To Zion's hill.

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WORLDS ABOVE.

H. M.

Original.

B. F. White.

1. Lord of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of thy love,
Thine earthly temples are!
To thine abode
My heart aspires,
With warm desires
To see my God.

2.
To spend one sacred day
Where God and saints abide,
Affords diviner joy
Than thousand days beside:
Where God resorts,
I love it more
To keep the door,
Than shine in courts.

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CARMARTHEN.

H. M.

Rejoice! the Lord is King!--
Your Lord and King adore;
Mortals, give thanks and sing,
And triumph evermore;
Lift up your hearts,
Lift up your voice,
Rejoice! again, I say, rejoice!
Rejoice! again, I say, rejoice!

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PLEYEL'S HYMN.

7s.

Pleyel.

Sinner, art thou still secure?
Wilt thou still refuse to pray?
Can thy heart or hands endure
In the Lord's avenging day?

AUBURN.

7s.

D. P. White.

Pilgrim, burden'd with thy sin,
Haste to Zion's gate to-day;
There, till mercy lets thee in,
Knock, and weep, and watch, and pray.

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MORNING MEDITATION.

7s.

Miss S. G. Jones.

Though the morn may be serene,--
Not a threat'ning cloud be seen,
Who can undertake to say
'Twill be pleasant all the day?
Tempests suddenly may rise,
Light'nings flash and thunders roar,
Darkness overspread the skies
Ere a short-lived day be o'er.

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RELIGION IS A FORTUNE.

7, 6.

By W. L. William.

Oh when shall I see Jesus,
And reign with him above,
And from the flowing fountain,
Drink everlasting love?
Religion is a fortune,
And Heaven is a home.

Shout glory, halle, hallelujah,
When we all get to Heaven
We will shout aloud and sing,
Shout glory, halle, hallelujah.

When shall I be deliver'd
From this vain world of sin,
And with my blessed Jesus
Drink endless pleasure in?
Religion is &c.

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THE LOST CITY.

7, 6.

By E. L. King.

O when shall I see Jesus,
And reign with him above,
And from the flowing fountain
Drink everlasting love,
And to glory I will go,
And to glory I will go, will go, will go,
And to glory I will go.

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PLEASANT OHIO.

7, 6.

Dossey's Choice, p. 19.

John Massengale.

How lost was my condition,
Till Jesus made me whole:
There is but one physician,
Can cure the sin-sick soul.
Next door to death he found me,
And snatch'd me from the grave,
To tell to all around me,
His wond'rous love to save.

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AUTAUGA.

7, 6.

John Massengale.

Oh when shall I see Jesus,
And reign with him above,
And from the flowing fountain
Drink everlasting love:

CHORUS.
Soon we shall land on Canaan's shore,
Soon we shall land on Canaan's shore,
Soon we shall land on Canaan's shore,
To live for evermore.

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GRIFFIN.

7, 6.

R. F. M. Mann.

O when shall I see Jesus,
And reign with him above;
And from the flowing fountain
Drink everlasting love?

CHORUS.
I have some friends in glory,
Sometimes I hope to see:
There are others on the way,
I hope will pray for me.

SOFT MUSIC.

7, 6, 7, 7.

B. F. White.

1. Soft, soft music is stealing,--
Sweet, lingers the strain;
Loud, now it is pealing,
Waking the echoes again!
Yes, yes, yes, yes;
Waking the echoes again!

2. Join, children of sadness,
Send, sorrow away;
Now, changing to gladness,
Warble this beautiful lay;
Yes, yes, yes, yes;
Warble this beautiful lay.

3. Hope, fair and enduring,
Joy, joy, bright as the day;
Love, heaven insuring,
Sweetly invites you away;
Yes, yes, yes, yes;
Sweetly invites you away.

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NORTH PORT.

L. M.

Dr. R. R. Osborne.--Bass by J. Smith.

Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone,
Glory Hallelujah;
He whom I fix my hopes upon!
Glory! Hallelujah!

CHORUS.
I want a seat in Paradise,
Glory Hallelujah!
I love that union never dies,
Glory! Hallelujah!

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THE CAUSE OF CHRIST.

7, 7, 7, 5, 7, 7, 7, 5.

E. L. King.

Who the cause of Christ would yield?
Who would leave the battle field?
Who would cast away his lot?
Let him basely go!
Who for Zion's King will stand?
Who will join the faithful band?
Let him come with heart and hand,--
Let him face the foe!

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WEARY PILGRIM.

7. 9.

Leonard P. Breedlove.

Come and taste, along with me,
The weary pilgrim's consolation;
Boundless mercy, running free,
The earnest of complete salvation.
Joy and peace in Christ I find,
My heart to him is all resign'd;
The fulness of his power I prove,
The sweetness of redeeming love!
Jesus is the pilgrim's portion,
Love as boundless as the ocean.

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HATFIELD.

C. M.

Arranged by B. F. White.

Naked as from the earth we came,
And crept to life at first,
We to the earth return again,
And mingle with our dust.
The dear delights we here enjoy,
And fondly call our own,
Are but short favours borrow'd now,
To be repaid anon.

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NARROW SPACE.

8, 8, 6.

S. R. Penick.

Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand,
Yet how insensible!
A point of time, a moment's space,
Removes me to that heavenly place,
Or shuts me up in hell.

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INDIAN SONG.

8, 8, 6.

T. & J. R. Turner.

1. In the dark wood no Indian nigh,
Then me look heav'n and send up cry,
Upon my knee so low.
That God on high in shining place,
See me at night with teary face,
The priest did tell me so.

2.
God send he angel, take me care,
He come himself, he hear my prayer,
If inside heart do pray.
Now me love God with inside heart,
He fight for me, he take my part,
He with me night and day.

3.
God love poor Indian in the wood,
So me love God, and that be good,
He saved my life before.
He see me now, he know my tear,
He say, poor Indian, never fear,
Me with you all time more.

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COLLINS.

8, 7.

O hearken, sinners, we have come
To warn you of your danger,
We pray be reconciled to him
Who once lay in a manger.
Ho! evry [sic] one that thirsteth,
Come ye to the waters,
Freely drink and quench your thirst,
Like Zion's sons and daughters.

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COLUMBIANA.

8, 7.

Buck's Hymn-book, H. 530.

By D. P. White.

May the grace of Christ our Saviour,
And the Father's boundless love,
With the Holy Spirit's favour,
Rest upon us from above.

VILLULIA.

8, 7.

By J. M. Day.

Mercy, O thou Son of David,
Thus poor blind Bartimeus pray'd,
Others by thy grace are saved,
Now to me afford thine aid.

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SONS OF SORROW

8, 7.

Treble by Wm. Houser.

Hail! ye sighing sons of sorrow;
Learn, with me, your certain doom;
Learn, with me, your fate to-morrow,--
Dead, perhaps laid in the tomb!
See all nature fading, dying,--
Silent, all things seem to mourn;
Life from vegetation flying,
Calls to mind the mould'ring urn.

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FAMILY CIRCLE.

8, 7.

Rev. R. E. Brown & B. F. White.

Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Calls for songs of loudest praise.
Bless the Lord, O my soul!
Praise the Lord, O my brother!
Shout and sing, O my sister!
Give Him glory, O my father!
And rejoice, O my mother!
And we'll travel on together,
And we'll join heart and hands for Canaan.

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O COME AWAY!

1. O come, come away,
From labour now reposing,
Our jubilee has set us free,--
O come, come away!
Come, hail the day that celebrates
The ransom of th'inebriates
From all that intoxicates,
O come, come away!

2. We welcome you here!
With heart and hand wide open,
Ye gallant sons of temperance,
We welcome you here!
Heaven's blessings on your plans we pray!
Ye come our sinking friends to save,
And rescue from a drunkard's grave,
We welcome you here!

3. We welcome you here!
Ye who with taste perverted
Have seized the cup, and drank it up,--
We welcome you here!
Come, join us in our holy aim,
The poor besotted to reclaim,
The broken heart to cheer again,--
O come, sign the pledge!

4. We welcome you here!
Ye who your vows have broken,
Falling before the tempter's power,--
We welcome you here!
Ye who have sold yourselves for naught,
Take back the priceless boon you bought,
O take a sober, second thought,
And try, try again!

5. We welcome you here!
Ye maids and matrons lovely,
Whose charms, we yield, must win the field,--
We welcome you here!
Ye who have hearts to feel for wo,
Wide as the streams of sorrow flow.
O frown on the deadly foe,
But smile on the sons!

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RETURN AGAIN.

8, 7, 4.

Mercer's Cluster, p. 389.

Wm. L. Williams.

Saviour, visit thy plantation,
Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain,
All will come to desolation,
Unless thou return again.

CHORUS.
Lord, revive us! Lord, revive us!
All our help must come from thee,
Lord, revive us! Oh revive us!
All our help must come from thee.

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WOODVILLE.

8s.

Rev. Mr. Thoms & B. F. White.

1. Sinners, perhaps this news with you
May have no weight, altho' so true;
The carnal pleasures of this earth
Break off the thoughts and fears of death;
The aged sinner will not turn,
His heart's so hard, he cannot mourn;
Much harder than the flinty rock,
It will not break, though Jesus knock!

Chorus. Arise! arise! we're going home,
Away to new Jerusalem!

2. See blooming youth, all in their prime,
And counting up their length of time;
They oft-times say 'tis their intent,
When they get old, they will repent;
But, oh! the sad, the awful state
Of those who come, but come too late!
The foolish virgins did begin
To knock, but could not enter in.

3. When Christ the Lord shall come to reign,
In solemn pomp and burning flame,
See Gabriel go proclaim the sound,
Awake, ye nations under ground!
Oh! how will parents tremble there
Who've raised their children without prayer?
Methinks you'll hear some children say--
I never heard my parents pray!

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MERCY'S FREE.

9, 6, 9, 8, 8, 8, 6.

Leonard P. Breedlove.

1. What's this that in my soul is rising?
Is it grace? Is it grace?
Which makes me keep for mercy crying,
Is it grace? Is it grace?
This work that's in my soul begun,
It makes me strive all sin to shun,
It plants my soul beneath the sun,
Mercy's free! Mercy's free!

2. Great God of love I can but wonder,
Mercy's free! Mercy's free!
Though I've no price at all to tender,
Mercy's free! Mercy's free!
Though mercy's free, our God is just,
And if a soul should ere be lost,
This will torment the sinner most,
Mercy's free! Mercy's free!

3. Swell, O swell the heavenly chorus,
Mercy's free! Mercy's free!
The devil's kingdom falls before us,
Mercy's free! Mercy's free!
Sinners, repent, inquire the road
That leads to glory and to God,
Come wash in Christ's atoning blood,
Mercy's free! Mercy's free!

4. This truth through all our life shall cheer us,
Mercy's free! Mercy's free!
And through the vale of death shall bear us,
Mercy's free! Mercy's free!
And when to Jordan's banks we come,
And cross the raging billow's foam,
We'll sing, when safely landed home,
Mercy's free! Mercy's free!

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SAWYER'S EXIT.

9, 8.

John Massengale.

1. How bright is the day when the Christian,
Receives the sweet message to come,
To rise to the mansions of glory,
And be there for ever at home,
And be there for ever at home,
And be there for ever at home,
To rise to the mansions of glory,
And be there for ever at home.

2. The angels stand ready in waiting,
The moment the spirit is gone,
To carry it upward to heaven,
And welcome it safely at home,
And welcome it safely at home,
And welcome it safely at home,
To carry it upward to heaven,
And welcome it safely at home.

3. The saints that have gone up before us,
All raise a new shout as we come,
And sing hallelujah the louder,
To welcome the travellers home,
To welcome the travellers home,
To welcome the travellers home,
And sing hallelujah the louder,
To welcome the travellers home.

4. And there are our friends and companions,
Escaped from the evil to come,
And crowding the gates of fair Zion,
To wait our arrival at home.

5. And there is the blessed Redeemer,
So mild on his merciful throne,
With heart and hands widely extended,
To welcome his ransom'd ones home.

6. Then let us go onward rejoicing,
Till Jesus invites us to come,
To share in his glorious kingdom,
And rest in his bosom at home. *

* These words were composed by Rev. S. B. Sawyer on the day of his death, with request that this tune should be set to them.

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WHEN I AM GONE.

10 & 4.

M. H. Turner.

1. Shed not a tear o'er your friend's early bier,
When I am gone, when I am gone:
Smile when the slow tolling bell you shall hear,
When I am gone, when I am gone.
Weep not for me as you stand round my grave,
Think who has died his beloved to save,
Think of the crown all the ransom'd shall wear,
When I am gone, I am gone.

2. Shed not a tear as you all kneel in prayer,
When I am gone, when I am gone:
Sing a sweet song when my grave you shall see,
When I am gone, when I am gone,
Sing to the Lamb who on earth once was slain,
Sing to the Lamb who in heaven doth reign,
Sing till the earth shall be fill'd with his name,
When I am gone, I am gone.

3. Plant you a rose that shall bloom o'er my grave,
When I am gone, when I am gone:
Sing a sweet song, such as angels may have,
When I am gone, when I am gone.
Praise ye the Lord that I'm freed from all care,
Praise ye the Lord that my joys you shall share,
Look up on high and believe that I'm there,
When I am gone, I am gone.

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MEDITATION.

11s.

Dover Selection, p. 176.

L. P. Breedlove.

From gloomy dejection my thoughts mount the sky,
And realms ever peaceful, transported, descry;
There joys, ever blooming, enrapture the soul,
And rivers of pleasure incessantly roll.
Oh! my soul is full of love!
How I long to be at home,
To range
The new Jerusalem!

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THE LONE PILGRIM.

11, 8, 11, 8.

B. F. White.

1. I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay,
And pensively stood by his tomb;
When in a low whisper I heard something say,
How sweetly he sleeps here alone.

2. The tempest may howl, and the loud thunders roar,
And gathering storms may arise,
Yet calm are his feelings, at rest is his soul,
The tears are all wiped from his eyes.

3.
The cause of his Master propell'd him from home;
He bade his companion farewell;
He bless'd his dear children who for him now mourn,
In far distant regions they dwell.

4.
He wander'd an exile and stranger from home,
No kindred or relative nigh;
He met the contagion and sank to the tomb,
His soul flew to mansions on high.

5
O tell his companion and children most dear,
To weep not for him now he's gone;
The same hand that led him through scenes most severe
Has kindly assisted him home.

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THE OLD-FASHIONED BIBLE.

12, 11.

L. P. Breedlove.

How painfully pleasing the fond recollection
Of youthful connections and innocent joy;
While bless'd with parental advice and affection,
Surrounded with mercy and peace from on high;
I still view the chairs of my father and mother,--
Their offspring, as seated and ranged on each hand,
And the richest of books, which excels ev'ry other,--
The family Bible, that lay on the stand!
The old-fashion'd Bible, the dear, blessed Bible!
The family Bible, that lay on the stand!

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LET US GO.

C. A. Davis.

Lift up your heads, Immanuel's friends,
And taste the pleasure Jesus sends.
Oh! come, and let us go, let us go, let us go!
Oh! come, and let us go,
Where pleasure never dies!

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SOUTH UNION.

12, 11.

Hosanna to Jesus! I'm fill'd with his praises!
Come, O my dear brethren, and help me to sing!
No theme is so charming, no love is so warming,
It gives joy and gladness, and comfort within.
Hosanna is ringing! I'm happy while singing
And shouting the praises of Jesus's name;
The angels in glory repeat the glad story
Of Jesus's love, which is made known to man.

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THE SOLDIER'S DREAM.

C. A. Davis.

Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd,
And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky;
And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd,
The weary to sleep,
The weary to sleep,
And the wounded to die!

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THE AMERICAN STAR.

D. P. White.

The spirits of Washington, Warren, Montgomery,
Look down from the clouds with bright aspect serene,
Come, soldiers, a tear and a toast to their mem'ry,
Rejoicing they'll see us as they once have been.
To us the high boon by the gods have been granted,
To spread the glad tidings of liberty far.
Let millions invade us, we'll meet them undaunted,
And conquer or die by the American Star.

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THE BLESSED BIBLE.

Wm. L. Williams.

How painfully pleasing the fond recollection,
Of youthful connection and innocent joy,
While blest with parental advice and affection,
Surrounded with mercy and peace from on high.
I still view the chairs of my father and mother,
The seats of their offspring as ranged on each hand,
And the richest of books which excels ev'ry other,
The family Bible that lay on the stand.

CHORUS.
The old-fashion'd Bible, the dear blessed Bible,
The family Bible that lay on the stand.

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TRANSPORTING NEWS.

J. H. Whaley.--Bass by C. A. Davis.

Transporting news the Saviour's come,
To purchase our salvation,
Let ev'ry tongue now speak his praise,
In strains of acclamation.
When hell's dark host with wicked boast
Had 'complished man's subjection,
Christ's wondrous grace relieved our race,
By mercy's sweet direction.
Th'eternal God's eternal Son,
The heir and partner of his throne,
In pity stoop'd--was crucified,
His blood and righteousness applied,
And thus our souls at freedom set,
By paying off the dreadful debt:
We therefore are from guilt set free,
Will joyfully adore him.

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THE RED SEA ANTHEM.

Original.

B. F. White.

The Lord spoke unto Moses, saying,
Sanctify unto me all the first born.
And Moses said unto the people,
Remember this day in which ye came out of Egypt;
Out of the house of bondage, by the strong hand of the Lord.
And Pharaoh, the king of Egypt, was loth to let them go.
And when he had let them go,
God, by his servant Moses, led them towards the Red Sea,
Through the wilderness;
And Pharaoh the king pursued them in the anger of an enemy,
With all the hosts of Egypt array'd in army form;
But the Lord was with Moses and his chosen race,
And led them safely on and enabled them to make their escape from the hands of the king.
And when they arrived at the Red Sea the Lord commanded Moses to stretch out his hand over the sea.
And Moses obey'd the Lord, and the waters were roll'd back, and became a wall on either side, and the children of Israel passed through on dry land,
And Pharaoh the king attempted to pursue, with all his army;
And when they enter'd into the deep, the waters return'd, and buried them all in the depth of the sea,
Then Moses and his people stood on the banks of the sea and shouted,
Glory to God in the highest!
Glory and honour, power and blessing be unto his name for ever and ever.

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HAPPY LAND.

6, 4, 7, 4.

Leonard P. Breedlove.

1. There is a happy land,
Far, far away,
Where saints in glory stand,
Bright, bright as day,
Oh how they sweetly sing,
Worthy is our Saviour king,
Loud let his praises ring,
Praise, praise for aye,

2. Come to the happy land,
Come, come away,
Why will you doubting stand,
Why yet delay,
Oh we shall happy be,
When from sin and sorrow free,
Lord, we shall live with thee,
Blest, blest for aye.

3. Bright in that happy land,
Beams every eye,
Kept by a father's hand,
Love cannot die,
Then shall his kingdom come,
Saints shall share a glorious home,
And bright above the sun,
We reign for aye.

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ANTHEM ON THE SAVIOUR.

( Original. )

B. F. White.

My friends come listen awhile
And I will tell you a story
About our loving Saviour;
He came of low estate,
Was rejected by his own,
Was born of the Virgin Mary,
And was cradled in a manger.
The next we hear of this blessed Saviour,
He was going about doing good,
And teaching the people righteousness;
And for this he was condemn'd to die,
To which he consented
And in the act of dying gave up the ghost,
And said, It is finish'd!
Then he was buried,
And the third day,
He rose from the grave,
He rose, &c.
He rose, &c.
A triumphant conqueror,
And ascended to mansions on high,
And is now exalted a Prince and a Saviour,
And grants repentance unto men.
Then let us praise him
Then, &c.
Then, &c.
Magnify and adore,
World without end,
Amen.

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MURILLO'S LESSON.

11s.

Unknown.

As down a lone valley with cedars o'erspread,
From war's dread confusion I pensively stray'd,
The gloom from the face of fair heaven retired,
The winds hush'd their murmurs, the thunders expir'd;
Perfumes as of Eden flow'd sweetly along,
A voice as of angels enchantingly sung,
A voice as of angels enchantingly sung,
Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,
The queen of the world and the child of the skies.

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PROSPERITY.

8s.

L. P. Breedlove.

O may I worthy prove, to see,
Glory to Immanuel!
The saints in full prosperity!
Glory to Immanuel!
To see the bride--the glitt'ring bride,
Glory to Immanuel!
Close seated by her Saviour's side,
Glory to Immanuel!

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THE ROYAL BAND.

12s & 11s.

W. T. Power.

Hosanna to Jesus, my soul's fill'd with praises,
Come, O my dear brethren, and help me to sing,
No music so charming, no look is so warming,
It gives life and comfort, and gladness within.
Hosanna is ringing: O how I love singing,
There's nothing so sweet as the sound of his name.
The angels in glory repeat the glad story,
Of love which in Jesus is made known to man.

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LOVING JESUS.

8, 7, 10, 8, 7.

White & Searcy.

Here's my heart, my loving Jesus,
Here's my heart, my loving Jesus,
Here's my heart, my loving Jesus,--
Thou who did'st from sin relieve us,
Take the purchase of thy blood,
Take the purchase of thy blood!
Loving Jesus,
Thou hast bought a ransom!
Loving Jesus,
Thou hast bought a ransom!
Glory, Glory, honour, praise, and power
Be unto the Lamb forever!
Glory, glory to the Lord!
Glory, glory to the Lord!

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NORWICH.

D. P. White.

Oh the delights, the heavenly joys,
The glories of the place
Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams,
Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams,
Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams
Of his o'erflowing grace!
Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams
Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams
Of his o'erflowing grace!
Sweet majesty and awful love
Sit smiling on his brow,
And all the glorious, all the glorious ranks above
And all the glorious ranks above
At humble distance bow,
At humble distance bow.

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SOUTHWELL.

C. P. M.

'Tis finish'd, 'tis finish'd, 'tis finish'd, 'tis finish'd,
The Redeemer said,
And meekly bow'd his dying head.
While we the sentence scan,
Come, sinners, and observe the word,
Behold the conquest of the Lord,
Complete for sinful man,
Complete, Complete, Complete, Complete,
Complete for sinful man,
Complete for sinful man,
Complete for sinful man,
Complete, Complete Complete,
Complete for sinful man,
Complete for sinful man.

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NEW APPENDIX.

The Committee appointed by the Musical Convention to enlarge "The Sacred Harp," met according to appointment, and have adopted about one hundred pieces, being new compositions never before published, for a second Appendix to "The Sacred Harp."

All of which is respectfully submitted,

B. F. W HITE,

E. T. P OUND,

J. P. R EES,

R. F. B ALL,

A. O GLETREE,

T. W ALLER,

J. T. E DMUNDS,

A. S. W EBSTER,

Committee.

January 18, 1859.

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REMEMBER ME.

C. M.

B. F. White. & L. L. Leadbeater.

There is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Emanuel's veins,
And sinners plung'd beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.

C HORUS. --I will believe, I do believe, that Jesus died for me,
Remember all thy dying groans and then remember me.

NEWMAN.

C. M.

Music original, by J. P. Rees.

Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear,
Repent, thy end is nigh,
Death at the farthest can't be far,
O think before thou die!
Reflect, thou hast a soul to save,
Thy sins, how high they mount,
What are thy hopes beyond the grave?
How stands that dark account?

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SEND A BLESSING.

10s & 11s.

B. F. White. & L. L. Leadbeater.

1. O, tell me no more of this world's vain store,
The time for such trifles with me now is o'er.
Send a blessing,
Send a blessing,
Send a blessing,
Send a blessing,
Send a blessing, just now, just now, just now,
Send a blessing just now.

2. A country I've found, where true joys abound,
To dwell I'm determined on that happy ground.
Send a blessing,
Send a blessing,
Send a blessing,
Send a blessing,
Send a blessing, just now, just now, just now,
Send a blessing just now.

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MONROE.

8, 7.

( Original. )

W. S. Turner.

Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow thee;
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shall be.
Perish, ev'ry fond ambition,
All I've sought or hoped or known;
Yet how rich is my condition,
God and heav'n is still my own.

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HEAVENLY DOVE.

C. M.

A. Ogletree.

Come Holy Spirit, heavenly dove,
With all thy quick'ning powers,
Kindle a flame of sacred love,
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.

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ENDLESS DISTRESS.

8s, 11s.

( Original. )

By Rev. Edmund Dumas.

Floyd's Primitive Hymn Book, No. 382.

While sorrows encompass me round,
And endless distresses I see,
Astonish'd, I cry, can a mortal be found,
Surrounded with troubles like me,
Surrounded with troubles like me.

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WEEPING PETER.

7s, 6s.

Jesus, let thy pitying eye
Call back a wand'ring sheep,
False to thee like Peter, I
Would fain like Peter weep;
Let me be by grace restored,
On me be all long suff'ring shown,
Turn and look upon me Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

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OH, SING WITH ME!

By Miss P. R. Lancaster.

Oh! sing with me of social spheres,
Where breathes in kindness mutual love,
Where no ungentle look appears,
Though faithfulness should ev'n reprove.
Come sing of all that's bright and fair
In azure sky and beauteous earth,
Oh! sing of heav'n, our hopes are there,
With treasures of immortal worth.

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LOVE THE LORD.

C. M.

J. P. Rees.

Alas and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my sovereign die,
Would he devote his sacred head
For such a worm as I.
O who is like Jesus, hallelujah,
Praise ye the Lord,
There's none like Jesus, hallelujah,
Love and serve the Lord.

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HELP ME TO SING.

P. M.

B. F. White.

Ye souls who are bound unto Canaan,
Come join in and help me to sing
The praises of my loving Jesus,
My prophet, my priest, and my king.
His name is most sweetly melodious,
'Twill help you most swiftly to move,
While Jesus himself is the leader,
We're bound by the cords of his love.

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HAPPY HOME.

L. M.

J. P. Rees.

O yes; my Saviour I will trust,
And though my body turns to dust,
My spirit shall fly out and sing,
Eternal prises [sic] to my king,
Oh what a happy time, when the Christians all get home,
And we'll shout and praise the Lamb in Glory.

PARTING FRIENDS.

C. M.

Arranged by J. C. Graham.

The time must come when we must part,
When we must say Farewell?
To part with you gives to my heart,
A sting no one can tell,
I'll think of thee both night and day,
O then remember me.
When I am gone and far away,
I still will think of thee.

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THE HEAVENLY PORT.

C. M.

By Eld. Edmund Dumas.

Aug. 8, 1859.

On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

C HORUS. --We'll stem the storm, it won't be long,
The heav'nly port is nigh,
We'll stem the storm, it won't be long,
We'll anchor by and by.

VALLEY GROVE.

L. M.

By R. F. Ball.

1. How blest the righteous when he dies!
How gently heaves the expiring breast,
How mildly beams the closing eyes
When sinks a weary soul to rest.
Sweet home!
Oh, when shall I get there.

2. So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies a wave along the shore.

3. Life's duty done, as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies,
While heaven and earth combine to say,
How blest the righteous when he dies!

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THE YEAR OF JUBILEE.

H. M.

( Original. )

By J. L. Pickarn.

Blow ye the trumpet, blow
The gladly solemn sound,
Let all the nations know
To earth's remotest bounds,
The year of Jubilee is come,
Return ye ransom'd sinners home.
The year of Jubilee is come,
Return ye ransom'd sinners home.

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THE HILL OF ZION.

S. M.

( Original. )

B. F. White.

The Hill of Zion wields,
A thousand sacred sweets.
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

PARADISE PLAINS.

L. M. D.

J. L. Hinton and H. S. Rees.

The busy scene of life is clos'd,
And active usefulness is o'er;
The body's laid in calm repose,
And sin shall ne'er distress it more.
The happy soul is gone to rest,
Where cares no more shall spoil its peace:
Reclining on its Saviour's breast,
It shall enjoy eternal bliss.

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FLOYD.

B. F. White.

Christ was born in Bethlehem,
Christ was born in Bethlehem,
Christ was born in Bethlehem,
And in a manger lay.
And in a manger lay,
And in a manger lay.
Christ was born in Bethlehem,
And in a manger lay.

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SWEET COMMUNION.

8s & 7s.

H. S. Rees & J. H. Jenkins.

May the grace of Christ our Saviour,
And the Father's boundless love,
With the Holy Spirits, favor
Rest upon us from above.
Thus may we abide in union
With each other and the Lord.
And possess in sweet communion,
Joys which eart cannot afford.

JESUS WEPT.

S. M.

( Original. )

By John P. Rees.

1855.

He wept that we might weep,
Each sin demands a tear;
In heav'n alone no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there.

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ETERNAL DAY.

C. M.

Music original, by J. P. Rees.

O what of all my sufferings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet
With that enraptured host t'appear
And worship at thy feet.
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away,
But let me find them all again
In that eternal day.

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JESUS ROSE.

H. S. Rees.

Go and tell his disciples,
Go and tell his disciples,
Go and tell his disciples,
He has risen from the dead.

CHORUS.
Jesus rose, Brethren,
Jesus rose, Brethren,
Jesus rose, Brethren, he has risen from the dead,
Through the earth
And through the sky.

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FIGHT ON.

S. M.

( Original. )

J. P. Rees.

Fight on my soul 'till death,
Shall bring thee to thy God,
He'll take thee at thy parting breath
Up to his blest abode.

ASLEEP IN JESUS.

L. M.

( Original. )

J. P. Rees.

Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep,
From which none ever wakes to weep.
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the last of foes.

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THE GREAT DAY.

(As sung by Judge Falkerner of Al'a.)

John P. Rees.

I've a long time heard that there will be a judgment,
That there will be a judgment in that day.
O, there will be a judgment in that day,
O, sinner, where will you stand in that day?

2. I've a long time heard that the sun will be darken'd,
That the sun will be darken'd in that day.
O the sun will be darken'd in that day--
Oh! sinner, where will you stand in that day ?

3. I've a long time heard that the moon will be bleeding,
That the moon will be bleeding in that day.
O the moon will be bleeding in that day,
Oh! sinner, where will you stand in that day?

4. I've a long time heard that the stars will be falling,
That the stars will be falling in that day.
O the stars will be falling in that day,
Oh! sinner, where will you stand in that day?

5. I've a long time heard that the earth will be burning,
That the earth will be burning in that day.
O the earth will be burning in that day,
Oh! sinner, where will you stand in that day?

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PENNICK.

C. M.

By M. Sikes, Montgomery County, Ga.

1. While traveling through the world below
Where sore afflictions come,
My soul abounds with joy to know
That I will rest at home.

CHORUS.
Carry me home,
Carry me home,
When my life is o'er,
Then carry me to my long sought home,
Where pain is felt no more.

2.
My soul's delight has been to sing
Of glorious days to come,
When I shall, with my God and King
Forever rest at home.

3.
Yes, when my eyes are closed in death,
My body cease to roam,
I'll bid farewell to all below
And meet my friends at home.

4.
My ceaseless pleasure then shall be,
Through endless days to come,
To sing that Jesus died for me
And range my peaceful home.

5.
And then I want these lines to be
Inscribed upon my tomb,
Here lies the dust of S. R. P.
His spirit sings at home.

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THE HAPPY SAILOR.

B. F. White.

Come tell of your ship and what is her name,
Oh, tell me, happy Sailor!
Come tell of your captain, and what is his fame,
Oh, tell me, happy Sailor!
She's the old ship of Zion, hallelu! hallelu!
And her captain, Judah's Lion, hallelujah.

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SIMON'S CROSS.

B. F. White.

1. Must Simon bear the Cross alone,
And all the world go free?
No! there's a Cross for ev'ry one,
And there's a cross for me.
Yes, there's a Cross on Calvary,
Thro' which by faith the Crown I see,
To me 'tis pardon bringing:
Oh, that's the Cross for me,
Oh, that's the Cross for me.

2. How happy are the Saints above,
Who once went mourning here,
But now they taste unmingled love,
And joy without a tear:
For perfect love will dry the tear,
And cast out all tormenting fear--
Which round my heart is clinging:
Oh, that's the love for me,
Oh, that's the love for me.

3. We'll hear the consecrated Cross,
'Till from that Cross we're free--
And then go home to wear the Crown,
For there's a Crown for me,
Yes, there's a Crown in Heaven above,
The purchase of my Saviour's love,
For me at his appearing;
Oh! that's the Crown for me,
Oh, that's the Crown for me.

4. The Saints shall hear the midnight cry:
The Lord will then appear--
And virgins wise with burning lamps
Will meet him in the air;
For there's a home in Heaven prepared,
A house by Saints and Angels shared,
Where Christ is interceding,
Oh, that's the home for me,
Oh, that's the home for me.

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NEW PROSPECT.

C. M.

W. S. Turner.

O land of rest! for thee I sigh;
When will the moment come,
When I shall lay my armor by,
And dwell in peace at home?
And dwell in peace at home.
When I shall [sic] lay my armor by,
And dwell in peace at home?

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SOUNDING JOY.

S. M.

B. F. White.

1. Behold the morning sun,
Begins his glorious way,
His beams through all the nations run,
And life and light convey.
His beams through all the nations run
And life and light convey.

2. But when the gospel comes
It spreads diviner light,
It calls dead sinners from their tombs,
And gives the blind their sight.
It calls dead sinners from the tomb
And gives the blind their sight.

3. My gracious God how plain
Are thy directions given,
Oh, may I never read in vain,
But find the path to heav'n.
Oh, may I never read in vain,
But find the path to heav'n.

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CONVERTING GRACE.

C. M.

R. E. Brown, Jr.

As pants the heart for cooling streams
When heated in the chase;
So longs my soul, O God, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.
Oh, for converting grace, and oh,
For sanctifying pow'r!
Lord, we ask in Jesus's name,
A sweet, refreshing show'r.

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NEW HUNDRED.

L. M.

Look from on high, great God, and see
Thy saints lamenting after thee,
We sigh, we languish and complain,
Revive thy gracious work again.

I'M ON MY JOURNEY HOME.

L. M.

( Original. )

Miss S. Lancaster.

O who will come and go with me,
I am on my journey home,
I'm bound fair Canaan's land to see,
I am on my journey home.

CHORUS.
O come and go with me,
O come and go with me,
O come and go with me,
For I'm on my journey home.

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REFLECTION.

6, 6, 6, 4. 6, 6, 6, 4.

Composed by E. Elmore.

Come youth and middle aged,
That walks the earthly stage,
And view this graven age,
I pray draw near.
And see the change of things
Time with his flying wings,
The months and minutes bring,
As you shall hear.

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CAN I LEAVE YOU?

Arranged by John P. Rees.

Yes, my native land, I love thee,
All thy scenes I love them well,
Friends, connections, happy country,
Can I bid you all farewell?
Can I leave you,
Far in heathen lands to dwell?

I AM PASSING AWAY.

L. M.

( Original. )

By R. F. Ball.

Pass a few swiftly fleeting years,
And all that now in bodies are,
Shall quit like me this vale of tears,
Their righteous sentence to receive.

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HINGHAM.

S. M.

Billings.

My God, my life, my love,
To thee, to thee I call,
I cannot live if thou remove,
For thou art all in all.

NEWRY.

S. M.

M. C. H. Davis claims this tune.

Did Christ o'er sinners weep,
And shall our cheeks be dry!
Let floods of penitential grief
Flow forth from ev'ry eye.

The son of God in tears,
Angels with wonder see;
Be thou astonished, Oh my soul!
He shed those tears for me.

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WE'LL SOON BE THERE.

L. M.

By Oliver Bradfield.

Alto by J. P. Rees.

Oh, who will come and go with me,
We'll shout and sing Hosanna,
I'm bound fair Canaan's land to see,
We'll shout and sing Hosanna.

CHORUS.
Go on, go on, we'll soon be there,
We'll shout and sing Hosanna,
Come on, come on, we'll soon be there,
We'll shout and sing Hosanna.

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FAREWELL TO ALL.

L. M.

( Original. )

By J. P. Rees.

And now my friends, both old and young,
I hope in Christ you'll still go on;
And if on earth we meet no more,
O, may we mest [sic] on Canaan's shoree. [sic]
I hope you'll all remember me,
If you on earth no more I see.
An interest in your prayers I crave,
That we may meet beyond the grave.

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THE DYING BOY.

C. M. D.

Composed by H. S. Rees.

I'm dying, mother, dying now,
Please raise my aching head,
And fan my heated, burning brow,
Your boy will soon be dead.

Turn o'er my pillow once again,
And Kis [sic] my fevered cheek,
I'll soon be free'd [sic] from all the pain,
For now I am so weak.

Now light the lamps, my mother dear,
The sun has pass'd away;
I soon must go, but do not fear,
I'll live in endless day.

I'm sinking fast, my mother dear,
I can no longer dwell;
Yet I'll be with you, do not fear,
But now, oh now, farewell!

A band of angels beckon me,
I can no longer stay;
Hark! how they sing, "We welcome thee:
Dear brother, haste away."

The hour has come, my end is near,
My soul is mounting higher;
What glorious strains salute my ear
From heaven's angelic choir?

Their flowing robes in brightness shine,
A crown is on each head;
Say, mother, will not such be mine
When I am with the dead?

Then do not weep, sweet mother, now,
'Twill break this body frail,
Those burning tears fall o'er my brow--
Farewell, oh! fare thee well!

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STRUGGLE ON.

H. S. Reese.

Our praying time will soon be o'er,
Hallelujah,
We'll join with those who're gone before,
Hallelujah.
Struggle on, struggle on,
Hallelujah,
Struggle on for the work's most done,
Hallelujah.

To love and bless and praise the name,
Hallelujah,
Of Jesus Christ the bleeding Lamb,
Hallelujah.
Struggle on, &c.

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CUBA.

J. A. Bolen and H. S. Reese.

Go, preachers, and tell it to the world,
Go, preachers, and tell it to the world,
Go, preachers, and tell it to the world,
Poor mourners found a home at last.
Through free grace and a dying Lamb,
Through free grace and a dying Lamb,
Through free grace and a dying Lamb,
Poor mourners found a home at last.

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FAME OF JESUS.

L. M.

( Original. )

By E. T. Pound.

Jesus, thy far extended fame,
My drooping soul exults to hear;
Thy name, thy all restoring name,
Is music in a sinner's ear,
Is music in a sinner's ear.

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PARADISE.

C. M. D.

( Original. )

Wm. H. B. Mosher.

The pleasant fields of Paradise,
So glorious to behold,
The valleys clad in living green,
The mountains pav'd with gold.
The trees of life with heavenly fruit,
Behold how rich they stand!
Blow, gentle gales, and waft my soul,
Away to Canaan's land.

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YOUTH WILL SOON BE GONE

L. M. D.

( Original. )

J. P. Rees.

Youth, like the spring, will soon be gone,
By fleeting Time or conqu'ring Death,
Your morning sun may set at noon,
And leave you ever in the dark.
Your sparkling eyes and glowing cheeks,
Must wither like the blasted rose;
The coffin, earth and winding sheet,
Will soon your active limbs enclose.

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THE MARCELLAS.

7s.

( Original. )

By Rev. E. Dumas.

Children of the heavenly King,
As we journey sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise.
Glorious in his works and ways;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.

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NEW HARMONY.

8, 7.

Arranged by Miss M. L. A. Lancaster.

I want to live a Christian here,
I want to die a shouting,
I want to feel my Saviour near,
While soul and body's parting,
I want to see bright Angels stand
And waiting to receive me,
To bear my soul to Canaan's land,
Where Christ is gone before me.

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CHARLTON.

C. M.

L. P. Breedlove.

My span of life will soon be done,
The passing moments say,
As length'ning shadows o'er the mead
Proclaim the close of day.
O that my heart might dwell aloof
From all created things,
And learn that wisdom from above,
Whence true contentment springs.

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WEEPING MARY.

By J. P. Rees.

They crucified the Saviour,
They crucified the Saviour,
They crucified the Saviour,
And nailed him to the Cross;
He arose,
He arose,
He arose,
And ascended in a cloud.

See Mary's come a weeping,
See Mary's come a weeping,
See Mary's come a weeping
To see where he was laid;
He arose,
He arose,
He arose,
And ascended in a cloud.

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PROMISED DAY.

C. M.

L. M. Raiford.

How long, dear Saviour , oh, how long
Shall this bright hour delay;
Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time,
And bring the promised day,
And bring the promised day.
Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time,
And bring the promised day.

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THE DYING CALIFORNIAN.

8, 7.

Ball & Drinkard.

1. Lay up nearer, brother, nearer,
For my limbs are growing cold;
And thy presence seemeth nearer,
When thine arms around me fold.

2. I am dying, brother, dying,
Soon you'll miss me in your berth,
For my form will soon be lying
'Neath the ocean's briny serf.

3. I am going, surely going,
But my hope in God is strong;
I am willing, brother, knowing
That He doth nothing wrong.

4. Tell my father when you greet him,
That in death I prayed for him,
Prayed that I might only meet him
In a world that's free from sin.

5. Tell my mother,--God assist her,
Know that she is growing old,--
That her child would glad have kissed her
When his lips grew pale and cold.

6. Listen, brother, catch each whisper,
Tis my wife I'll speak of now;
Tell, O tell her, how I missed her,
When the fever burned my brow.

7. Tell her she must kiss my children,
Like the kiss I last impressed,
Hold them as when last I held them,
Folded closely to my breast.

8. Give them early to their Maker,
Putting all her trust in God,
And He never will forsake her,
For He's said so in his word.

9. Oh! my children, Heaven bless them;
They were all my life to me;
Would I could once more caress them,
Before I sink beneath the sea.

10. 'Twas for them I crossed the ocean,
What my hopes were I'd not tell,
But they gained an orphan's portion--
Yet He doeth all things well.

11. Listen, brother, closely listen,
Don't forget a single word,
That in death my eyes did glisten
With the tears her memory stored.

12. Tell them I never reached the haven,
Where I sought the precious dust,
But have gained a port called Heaven
Where the gold will never rust.

13. Tell my sisters, I remember
Every kind and parting word,
And my heart has been kept tender,
By the thoughts its memory stirred.

14. Urge them to secure an entrance
For they'll find a brother there;
Faith in Jesus and repentance
Will secure for them a share.

15. Hark! I hear my Saviour speaking,
'Tis--I know his voice so well,
When I am gone, O don't be weeping--
Brother, hear my last farewell!

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A HOME IN HEAVEN.

W. W. Parks & M. H. Thomas.

A home in Heaven! what a joyful thought,
As the poor man toils in his weary lot;
His heart oppressed, and with anguish driv'n,
From his home below to his home in Heav'n.
In Heav'n--From his home below to his home in Heav'n.

A home in Heav'n! as the sufferer lies
On his bed of pain, and uplifts his eyes
To that bright home, what a joy is giv'n,
From the blessed thought of his home in Heav'n.
In Heav'n--From the blessed thought of his home in Heav'n.

A home in Heaven! When our pleasures fade,
And our wealth and fame in the dust are laid,
And strength decays, and our health is riven,
We are happy still with our home in Heaven.
In Heaven--From the blessed thought of our home in Heaven.

A home in Heaven! When the faint heart bleeds
By the Spirit stroke, for its evil deeds,
Oh! then what bliss in that heart forgiven,
Does the hope inspire of its home in Heaven.
In Heaven--From the blessed thought of its home in Heaven.

A home in Heaven! When our friends are fled
To the cheerless gloom of the mouldering dead,
We wait in hope on the promise given,
That we'll meet up there in our home in Heaven.
In Heaven! That we'll meet up there in our home in Heaven.

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NEW HOSANNA.

L. M.

H. S. Rees.

1. Wake, O my soul, and hail the morn
For unto us a Saviour's born;
See how the angels wing their way
To usher in the glorious day.

CHORUS.
Glory, glory, let us sing,
While heaven and earth his praises ring,
Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna to the Lamb of God.
CHORUS.
Glory, glory, let us sing,
While heaven and earth his praises ring,
Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna to the Lamb of God.

2. Hark! what sweet music--what a song,
Sounds from the bright celestial throng;
Sweet song--whose melting sounds impart
Joy to each raptured list'ning heart.

3. Come, join the Angels in the sky,
Glory to God who reigns on high;
Let peace and love on earth abound
While time revolves and years roll round.

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THE LOVED ONES.

11, 8.

E. T. Pound.

Be kind to thy father, for when thou wert young,
Who loved thee so fondly as he?
He caught the first accent that fell from thy tongue,
And join'd in thy innocent glee.
Be kind to thy father, for now he is old,
His locks intermingled with grey;
His footsteps are feeble,
Once fearless and bold,
Thy father is passing away.

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THE WANDERER'S GRAVE.

C. M.

W. L. Williams.

1. Away from home, away from friends,
And all the heart holds dear,
A weary wanderer laid him down,
Nor kindly aid was near.

2. And sickness prey'd upon his frame,
And told its tale of woe,
While sorrow marked his pallid cheeks,
And sank his spirit low.

3. Nor waiting friends stood round his couch
A healing to impart,
Nor human voice spoke sympathy,
To soothe his aching heart.

4. The stars of night his watchers were,
His fan the rude wind's breath,
And while they sighed their hollow moans
He closed his eyes in death.

5. No willing grave received the corpse
Of this poor lonely one,
His bones, alas, were left to bleach,
And moulder 'neath the sun.

6. The night wolf howl'd his requiem,
The rude winds danced his dirge,
And e'er anon in mournful chime,
Sigh'd forth the mellow surge.

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UNION GROVE.

L. M.

W. L. Williams.

1. O welcome, welcome festal day
That marks our years, that cheers our way,
We offer thanks and we would pray
That God would bless us day by day.
The Sabbath bells we love to hear
That call us to the house of prayer,
Our pastor there we love to see
Who points us upward, Lord, to thee .

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THE CHRISTIAN'S NIGHTLY SONG.

6, 6, 10.

Cluster, pp. 382.

( Original. )

E. T. Pound.

I'll sing my Savior's grace,
And his sweet name I'll praise,
While in this land of sorrow I remain.
My sorrows soon shall end,
And then my soul ascend,
Where freed from trouble, sorrow, sin and pain.

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WEEPING PILGRIM.

J. P. Rees.

You may tell them father when you see them--
I'm a poor mourning Pilgrim, I'm bound for Canaan's land.
You may tell them mother when you see them--
I'm a poor mouring Pilgrim, I'm bound for Canaan's land.

I weep, and I mourn, and move slowly on,--
I'm a poor mourning Pilgrim, I'm bound for Canaan's land.

You may tell them brothers when you see them--
I'm a poor mourning Pilgrim, I'm bound for Canaan's land.
You may tell them sisters when you see them--
I'm a poor mourning Pilgrim, I'm bound for Canaan's land.

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REES.

C. M.

( Original. )

Edmund Dumas.

There is a house not made with hands,
Eternal and on high;
And here my spirit waiting stands,
Till God shall bid it fly.

CHORUS.
I long to see my friends again,
And hear them sweetly say,
Come, weary dove, Here is thy home,
Then fold thy wings and stay.

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MELANCHOLY DAY.

C. M. D.

( Original. )

H. S. Rees.

Death, 'tis a melancholy day,
To those who have no God,
When the poor soul is forced away,
To seek her last abode.
In fain to heav'n she lifts her eyes,
For guilt, a heavy chain,
Still drags her downward from the skies,
To darkness, fire, and pain.

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RELIGION IS SWEET.

7s.

W. R. Waldrup.

'Tis religion that can give,
Sweetest pleasures while we live.
'Tis religion must supply,
Solid comforts when we die.

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SWEET MORNING.

L. M.

Arranged by H. S. Rees.

The happy day will soon appear,
And we'll all shout together in that morning.
When Gabriel's trumpet you shall hear,
And we'll all shout together in that morning.

CHORUS.
Sweet morning,
Sweet morning,
And we'll all shout together in the morning.

Behold the righteous marching home,
And we'll all shout together in that morning.
And all the angels bid them come,
And we'll all shout together in that morning.

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A SONG OF TEXAS.

11, 8.

S. W. Palmer & H. S. R.

Away here in Texas, the bright Sunny South,
The cold storms of winter defy,
The dark, lurid clouds that envelope the North,
Scarce darken our beautiful sky.

Away here in Texas, the sun shines so bright,
The stars in their beauty appear;
The full moon in splendor illumin's the night,
And the seasons roll round with the year .

THE GRIEVED SOUL.

7, 6.

Miss M. A. Hendon.

Come, my soul, and let us try
For a little season,
Ev'ry burden to lay bye, [sic]
Come and let us reason.
What is this that casts thee down?
Who are those that grieve thee?
Speak and let the worst be known?
Speaking may relieve thee.

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GRANTVILLE.

C. M.

J. P. Rees.

Should earth against my soul engage,
And fiery darts be hurl'd.
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

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SWEET UNION.

L. M.

J. P. Rees.

Awake my soul in joyful lays,
Oh, Glory Hallelujah,
And sing thy great Redeemer's praise.
Don't you love God, Glory Hallelujah.

CHORUS.
There's union in heav'n, and there's union in my soul.
Oh, Glory Hallelujah,
Sweet music in Zion's beginning to roll,
Don't you love God,
Glory Hallelujah.

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GOLDEN STREETS.

J. L. Pickard.

I am on my journey home,
I am on my journey home,
I am on,
I am on my journey home.
To the New Jerusalem,
To the New Jerusalem,
To the New,
To the New Jerusalem.

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DUMAS.

C. M.

( Original. )

John P. Rees.

When we've been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less time to sing God's praise,
Than when we first begun.

SHILOAH.

C. M.

Thomas Waller.

The time is swiftly rolling on,
When I must faint and die,
My body to the dust return,
And there forgotten lie,
And there forgotten lie.

Let persecutions rage around,
And Anti-christ appear,
My silent dust beneath the ground,
There's no disturbance there,
There's no disturbance there.

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HOPE.

H. M.

Oliver Bradfield.

Young men and maidens raise
Your tuneful voices high,
Old men and children praise
The Lord of earth and sky.
Him three in one and one in three,
Him three in one and one in three,
Extol to all eternity.

WILLIAMS.

S. M.

Oliver Bradfield.

A charge to keep I have,
A God to glorify--
A never dying soul to save
And fit it for the sky.

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WORLD UNKNOWN.

S. M.

( Original. )

H. S. Rees.

And am I born to die,
To lay this body down,
And must my trembling spirit fly, fly, fly,
Into a world unknown,
Into a werld [sic] unknown.

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CHRISTIAN'S DELIGHT.

L. M.

William L. Williams.

Peace, troubled soul, thou need not fear,
Thy great Provider still is near.

CHORUS.
Jesus says he will be with us to the end.
And he has been with us,
And he yet is with us,
And he's promised to be with us to the end.

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GENERAL INDEX.

Page

Abbeville...

Aithlone...

Alabama...

196

Albion...

All is Well...

122

All Saints, New...

268

America...

Amherst...

314

Animation...

103

Antioch...

277

Arlington...

Arnold...

Asleep in Jesus...

A Song of Texas,...

Auburn...

Augusta...

Autauga...

322

Aylesbury...

Babel's Streams...

Ballerma...

Ball Hill...

Ballstown...

Banquet of Mercy...

Beach Spring...

Bellevue...

Bethel...

Bleeding Saviour...

Bound for Canaan...

Bower of Prayer...

100

Bridgewater...

276

Bruce's Address...

152

Burk...

Calvary...

Cambridge...

Canaan's Land...

Can I Leave You...

Carmarthen...

Carnsville...

Charlestown...

Charlton...

407

China...

Child of Grace...

Christian's Delight...

429

Christian Hope...

134

Christian Soldier...

Christian Warfare...

172

Church's Desolation...

Page

Church Triumphant...

Clamanda...

Collins...

330

Columbiana...

331

Columbus...

Complainer...

Concord...

Confidence...

Consolation...

Consolation, New...

206

Conversion...

297

Converted Thief...

Converting Grace...

392

Cookham...

Corinth...

Coronation...

Cowper...

Creation...

Cross of Christ...

Cuba...

Cusseta...

Dartmouth...

169

Day of Worship...

267

Delight...

216

Desire for Piety...

Detroit...

Devotion...

Distress...

Done with the World...

Duane Street...

164

Dublin...

Duke Street...

264

Dull Care...

Dumas...

426

Dying Christian...

123

Ecstasy...

106

Edgefield...

Edom...

Elysian...

Emanuel...

Endless Distress...

Enfield...

Essay...

Eternal Day...

Evening Shade...

Exhilaration...

Exhortation...

Page

Exit...

181

Expression...

125

Exultation...

132

Fairfield...

Fame of Jesus...

Family Bible...

Family Circle...

Farewell to All...

Fight On...

Florence...

Florida...

Fort Valley...

Frozen Heart...

Fulfilment...

102

Funeral Thought...

158

Georgia...

Goodly Land...

176

Good Old Way...

213

Gospel Trumpet...

Grantville...

Gravity...

Green Fields...

Greensborough...

Greenwich...

Griffin...

Hallelujah...

Hamilton...

Hanover...

Happy Home...

377

Happy Matches...

Harmony...

172

Harris...

Hatfield...

327

Heavenly Armor...

129

Heavenly Dove...

371

Hebrew Children...

Hebron...

264

Help Me to Sing...

376

Hingham...

396

Holiness...

Holy City...

101

Holy Manna...

Hope...

Hosanna...

Huntington...

I am Passing Away...

Idumea...

Page

Imandra, New...

I'm Going Home...

282

I'm on my Journey Home...

393

Indian Song...

329

Inquirer...

Invitation...

Invocation...

131

Irwinton...

124

Jefferson...

148

Jerusalem...

Jesus Wept...

Jordan's Shore...

Joyful...

Jubilee...

Kedron...

King of Peace...

Kingwood...

Land of Rest...

285

Leander...

Lebanon, New...

266

Lena...

210

Lenox...

Let us Go...

343

Liberty...

137

Little Children...

Little Marlborough...

303

Liverpool...

Living Lamb...

309

Look Out...

Louisiana...

Love the Lord...

Lovely Story...

Loving Kindness...

Lumpkin...

Many Wants...

Marysville...

Mear...

Meditation...

Melody...

Melancholy Day...

Mercy's Free...

Messiah...

Middlebury...

Midnight Cry...

114

Millennium...

130

Minister's Farewell...

Page

Mission...

Missionary Hymn...

Monroe...

Montgomery...

Morality...

Morgan...

Morning...

Morning Meditation...

318

Morning Trumpet...

Mount Pleasant...

218

Mount Vernon...

110

Mountville...

Mount Zion...

88,

220

Narrow Space...

328

Nashville...

Never Part...

294

New Britain...

Newburgh...

New Harmony...

Newman...

New Hosanna...

New Hundred...

New Jerusalem...

New Jordan...

New Lebanon...

New Prospect...

Newry...

New Topia...

Night Watchman...

Ninety-fifth...

Ninety-third Psalm...

Northfield...

155

North Port...

324

Oak Bowery...

Ocean...

222

Old Hundred...

Old Ship of Zion...

Olney...

Ortonville...

Oxford...

Prosperity...

Paris...

Paradise...

403

Paradise Plains...

380

Parting Friends...

308

Parting Hand...

Page

Pennick...

387

Peterborough...

Petersburgh...

Ph�bus...

Piety...

Pilgrim...

Pilgrim's Farewell...

185

Pilgrim's Lot...

156

Pisgah...

Pleasant Grove...

Pleasant Hill...

Pleasant Ohio...

Plenary...

Pleyel's Hymn...

Pleyel's Hymn Second...

143

Portugal...

Portuguese Hymn...

223

Primrose...

Primrose Hill...

Prodigal Son...

113

Promised Day...

409

Promised Land...

128

Prospect...

Protection...

Providence...

Redemption...

Rees...

Reflection...

Religion is a Fortune...

Religion is Sweet...

Remember Me...

Repentance...

Restoration...

Return Again...

Rhode Island...

Rochester...

Rockingham...

Roll On...

Russell...

Russia...

Saints Bound for Heaven...

Saint's Delight...

Salem...

Salutation...

Sandtown...

Sardinia...

Page

Sawyer's Exit...

338

Schenectady...

192

Send a Blessing...

369

Service of the Lord...

Sharon...

212

Shepherds, Rejoice...

288

Sherburne...

186

Shiloah...

426

Shouting Song...

Silver Street...

311

Sing to Me of Yeaven [sic] ...

312

Soft Music...

323

Solitude in the Grave...

Sons of Sorrow...

Sounding Joy...

South Union...

Spiritual Sailor...

Spring...

Star in the East...

Star of Columbia...

Stratfield...

St. Thomas...

Suffield...

Supplication...

Sweet Affliction...

145

Sweet Canaan...

Sweet Communion...

Sweet Heaven...

Sweet Home...

Sweet Morning...

Sweet Prospect...

Sweet Rivers...

Sweet Solitude...

140

Sweet Union...

424

Symphony...

151

Talbottom...

Tennessee...

Texas...

273

The Birman Hymn...

279

The Cause of Christ...

325

The Christian's Nightly Song...

416

The Dying Boy...

398

The Dying Californian...

The Grieved Soul...

The Heavenly Port...

The Hill of Zion...

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Page

The Lone Pilgrim...

The Lost City...

The Loved Ones...

The Marcellas...

The Old-fashion'd Bible...

342

The Sinner's Resolve...

292

The Trumpet...

149

The Wanderer's Grave...

414

The Year of Jubilee...

379

This World is not my Home...

310

Traveling Pilgrim...

278

Tribulation...

Page

Trumbull...

291

Turn, Sinner, Turn...

Turtle Dove...

Union...

Union Grove...

Uxbridge...

Vale of Sorrow...

Valley Grove...

378

Vermont...

180

Vernon...

Victoria...

290

Villulia...

331

Virginia...

191

Page

War Department...

160

Warrenton...

145

Washington...

147

Watchman...

Weary Pilgrim...

326,

417

Weary Souls...

Webster...

Weeping Mary...

408

Weeping Peter...

373

Weeping Saviour...

Wells...

We'll soon be there...

397

Westford...

280

Page

When I am Gone...

339

Whitestown...

211

Will You Go...

Williams...

427

Windham...

Winter...

Woodville...

Wondrous Love...

Worcester...

Worlds Above...

World Unknown...

Youth will soon be Gone...

404

Zion's Joy...

295

Page

ODES AND ANTHEMS.

A Home in Heaven...

411

Anthem on the Saviour...

Baptismal Anthem...

Christian's Song...

Christmas Anthem...

Cuba...

Claremont...

David's Lamentation...

Easter Anthem...

Farewell Anthem...

Floyd...

Page

Golden Street...

Happy Land...

Heavenly Vision...

Jesus Rose...

Loving Jesus...

Masonic Ode...

Murillo's Lesson...

Norwich...

O Come Away...

Oh, sing to Me...

Ode of Life's Journey...

227

Ode on Science...

242

Reverential Anthem...

234

Page

Red Sea Anthem...

Rose of Sharon...

Royal Band...

Simon's Cross...

Southwell...

Struggle On...

The American Star...

The Blessed Bible...

The Great Day...

The Happy Sailor...

The Soldier's Dream...

Transporting News...

Weeping Mary...

Weeping Pilgrim...

METRICAL INDEX.

Page

L. M.

All Saints, New...

Antioch...

Asleep in Jesus...

Ballstown...

Bridgewater...

Christian's Delight...

429

Concord...

111

Confidence...

270

Corinth...

Cowper...

168

Cusseta...

Day of Worship...

267

Devotion...

Distress...

Done with the World...

Duke Street...

Exhilaration...

Exhortation...

Exit...

Fame of Jesus...

Farewell to All...

Frozen Heart...

Page

Good Old Way...

213

Gravity...

265

Greenwich...

183

Hamilton...

Hebron...

Huntington...

I am Passing Away...

I'm Going Home...

I'm on my Journey Home...

393

Jerusalem...

Kedron...

Lebanon, New...

Loving Kindness...

Marysville...

Mission...

Morning...

New Hosanna...

New Hundred...

North Point [sic] ...

324

Oak Bowery (6 lines)...

Old Hundred...

Paris...

Page

Parting Hand...

Petersburgh...

174

Pleasant Grove...

107

Portugal...

Prospect...

Protection...

Restoration...

Roll On...

Russell...

Russia...

Salem...

Schenectady...

192

Service of the Lord...

Supplication...

Sweet Canaan...

Sweet Heaven...

Sweet Morning...

Sweet Solitude...

Sweet Union...

Texas...

The Birman Hymn...

Traveling Pilgrim...

Turn, Sinner, Turn...

105

Page

Turtle Dove...

Union Grove...

Uxbridge...

Valley Grove...

Vernon...

Washington...

147

Wells...

We'll soon be there...

397

Westford...

280

Whitestown...

211

Windham...

C. M.

Alabama...

196

Animation...

103

Arlington...

Arnold...

285

Babel's Streams...

126

Ballerma...

283

Bethel...

Bleeding Saviour...

Calvary...

300

Charlton...

407

Cambridge...

287

Page

China...

Christian Soldier...

Columbus...

Consolation...

Conversion...

297

Converting Grace...

392

Coronation...

Detroit...

Dublin...

Dumas...

Edom...

Emanuel...

Enfield...

Eternal Day...

Exhortation,...

Fairfield...

Florence...

121

Fort Valley...

301

Georgia...

Grantville...

423

Greensborough...

289

Hallelujah...

146

Hanover...

Page

Happy Home...

377

Harris...

Hatfield...

327

Heavenly Dove...

371

Inquirer...

Invitation...

Irwinton...

Jordan's Shore...

Joyful...

Land of Rest...

Leander...

Liberty...

137

Liverpool...

Living Lamb...

309

Love the Lord...

375

Mear...

Melody...

286

Messiah...

131

Minister's Farewell...

Montgomery...

189

Mount Pleasant...

218

Mount Zion...

Never Part...

294

Page

Newman...

368

New Britain...

New Prospect...

390

Ninety-fifth...

Northfield...

155

Ortonville...

283

Paradise...

Pennick...

387

Peterborough...

Ph�bus...

173

Piety...

284

Pilgrim...

201

Pisgah...

Pleasant Hill...

205

Plenary...

162

Pleyel's Hymn Second...

143

Primrose...

Primrose Hill...

Promised Land...

Prodigal Son...

Promised Day...

Providence...

Rees...

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Page

Remember Me...

358

Repentance...

214

Rochester...

Rockingham...

284

Saint's Delight...

154

Salem...

Sandtown...

112

Shepherds, Rejoice...

288

Sherburne...

186

Shiloah...

426

Solitude in the Grave...

138

Stratfield...

142

Suffield...

114

Sweet Prospect...

Sweet Rivers...

Tennessee...

The Christian's Nightly Song...

416

The Heavenly Port...

378

Tribulation...

Trumbull...

291

The Sinner's Resolve...

292

The Wanderer's Grave...

414

This World is not my Home...

310

Victoria...

290

Virginia...

191

Weary Souls...

Winter...

S. M.

Abbeville...

Albion...

America...

Aylesbury...

Concord...

Dartmouth...

Evening Shade...

Fight On...

Florida...

Page

Hingham...

396

Idumea...

Jesus Wept...

382

Little Marlborough...

Mount Zion...

Newburgh...

Newry...

Ninety-third Psalm...

Silver Street...

311

Sing to Me of Heaven...

Sounding Joy...

St. Thomas...

The Hill of Zion...

Watchman...

Webster...

Weeping Saviour...

Williams...

Worcester...

World Unknown...

Zion's Joy...

P. M.

All is Well...

122

Carnsville...

109

Delight...

216

Desire for Piety...

Goodly Land...

Help Me to Sing...

Jubilee...

Mercy's Free...

Sharon...

Spring...

Symphony...

Union...

L. M. D.

Clamanda...

Duane Street...

164

Mount Vernon...

110

Paradise Plains...

380

Page

Youth will soon be Gone...

404

C. M. D.

Augusta...

Canaan's Land...

101

Child of Grace...

Converted Thief...

Cross of Christ...

Melancholy Day...

Morgan...

New Jerusalem...

New Jordan...

New Topia...

Ocean...

Oxford...

Paradise...

Parting Friends...

Sardinia...

The Dying Boy...

Vermont...

H. M.

Amherst...

314

Carmarthen...

316

Hope...

427

Lenox...

The Year of Jubilee...

379

Worlds Above...

315

7s.

Auburn...

317

Cookham...

King of Peace...

Morning Meditation...

Night Watchman...

Pleyel's Hymn...

Religion is Sweet...

Talbottom...

The Marcellas...

405

6 lines 7s.

Holiness...

Page

7, 6.

Autauga...

322

Bound for Canaan...

Burk...

Complainer...

Creation...

Ecstasy...

Essay...

Griffin...

Heavenly Armor...

Holy City...

Hosanna...

Lumpkin...

Midnight Cry...

Missionary Hymn...

Morning Trumpet...

Mountville...

Pleasant Ohio...

321

Religion is a Fortune...

Spiritual Sailor...

The Grieved Soul...

The Lost City...

7, 7, 7, 5.

Bruce's Address...

152

The Cause of Christ...

325

7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 7, 7, 6.

Invocation...

131

7, 6, 7, 7.

Soft Music...

323

7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7.

Elysian...

139

7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 8, 7, 6.

Weeping Peter...

373

7, 6, 7, 6, 8, 6, 7, 6.

Vale of Sorrow...

7, 6, 8, 7, 7, 6, 7, 6.

Salutation...

153

7, 6, 8, 8, 8, 6.

Hebrew Children...

Page

6, 5.

Redemption...

105

6, 6, 6, 4.

Reflection...

394

6, 6, 9.

Exultation...

132

Middlebury...

7, 9.

Weary Pilgrim...

326

8s.

Edgefield...

Green Fields...

Let us Go...

Lovely Story...

Woodville...

8, 3, 8, 3. 8, 8, 8, 3.

Will You Go...

8, 4.

Gospel Trumpet...

8, 6.

Pilgrim...

201

8, 6, 8, 6, 5, 4, 6, 8, 6.

Dull Care...

8, 8, 6.

Aithlone...

Consolation, New...

206

Happy Matches...

Harmony...

172

Indian Song...

329

Kingwood...

Narrow Space...

328

Nashville...

New Lebanon...

202

Pilgrim's Lot...

156

Rhode Island...

8, 8, 8, 6, 8, 8, 8, 6.

Christian's Hope...

134

8, 7.

Ball Hill...

118

Page

Beach Spring...

Charlestown...

Church's Desolation...

Church Triumphant...

Collins...

330

Columbiana...

331

Family Circle...

333

Holy Manna...

Jefferson...

148

Lena...

210

Little Children...

Look Out...

Louisiana...

Monroe...

New Harmony...

Olney...

Shouting Song...

Sons of Sorrow...

332

Sweet Affliction...

145

Sweet Communion...

382

The Dying Californian...

410

Villulia...

331

Warrenton...

145

8s, 11s.

Endless Distress...

372

8, 7, 4.

Can I Leave You...

395

Return Again...

335

9, 8.

Fulfilment...

102

Sawyer's Exit...

338

10, 4.

When I am Gone...

339

10, 7.

Old Ship of Zion...

10, 11, 11.

Morality...

136

10s, 11s.

Send a Blessing...

369

Page

11s.

Banquet of Mercy...

177

Bellevue...

Bower of Prayer...

100

Expression...

125

Imandra, New...

Many Wants...

Meditation...

Portuguese Hymn...

Star of Columbia...

War Department...

11, 11, 11, 5, 11.

Sweet Home...

161

11, 8.

A Song of Texas,...

Dying Christian...

The Lone Pilgrim...

The Loved Ones...

11, 10.

Star in the East...

175

12, 8.

Pilgrim's Farewell...

185

12, 9.

Saints Bound for Heaven...

224

12, 9, 6, 6, 12, 9.

Wondrous Love...

159

12, 11.

Family Bible...

165

Funeral Thought...

158

South Union...

344

The Old-fashioned Bible...

342

12, 11, 11, 11, 12, 11.

Christian Warfare...

179

12s.

The Trumpet...

149

12, 12, 12, 13.

Millennium...

130