Gadsby's Hymnal

   L.M.    Isaac Watts
    Hope in Darkness. Ps. 13; Job 13. 24
    1    How long, O Lord, shall I complain
        Like one that seeks his God in vain?
        Canst thou thy face for ever hide,
        And I still pray and be denied?

    2    Shall I for ever be forgot,
        As one whom thou regardest not?
        Still shall my soul thy absence mourn,
        And still despair of thy return?

    3    How long shall my poor troubled breast
        Be with these anxious thoughts oppressed?
        And Satan, my malicious foe,
        Rejoice to see me sunk so low?

    4    How would the powers of darkness boast
        Should but one praying soul be lost!
        But I have trusted in thy grace,
        And shall again behold thy face.

    5    Whate’er my fears or foes suggest,
        Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
        My heart shall feel thy love, and raise
        My cheerful voice to songs of praise.

    402    C.M.    Isaac Watts
    Praying for Quickening Grace. Ps. 119. 20, 25, 37, 40
    1    My soul lies cleaving to the dust;
            Lord, give me life divine;
        From vain desires and every lust,
            Turn off these eyes of mine.

    2    I need the influence of thy grace
            To speed me in my way,
        Lest I should loiter in my race,
            Or turn my feet astray.

    3    When sore afflictions press me down,
            I need thy quickening powers;
        Thy word that I have rested on,
            Shall help my heaviest hours.

    4    Are not thy mercies sovereign still,
            And thou a faithful God?
        Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal
            To run the heavenly road?

    5    Does not my heart thy precepts love,
            And long to see thy face?
        And yet how slow my spirits move
            Without enlivening grace!

    6    Then shall I love thy gospel more,
            And ne’er forget thy word,
        When I have felt its quickening power,
            To draw me near the Lord.

    403    148th    S. Stennett
    A Song of Praise to Christ. Phil. 2. 6-11; Rev. 5. 9-13
    1        Come, every gracious heart,
            That loves the Saviour’s name,
            Your noblest powers exert,
            To celebrate his fame;
        Tell all who fear the Lord below,
        The debt of love to him you owe.

    2        He left his starry crown,
            And laid his robes aside,
            On wings of love came down,
            And wept, and bled, and died;
        What he endured no tongue can tell,
        To save our souls from death and hell.

    3        From the dark grave he rose,
            The mansion of the dead;
            And thence his mighty foes
            In glorious triumph led;
        Up through the sky the Conqueror rode,
        And reigns on high, the Saviour, God.

    4        From thence he’ll quickly come;
            His chariots will not stay;
            And bear our spirits home,
            To realms of endless day.
        There shall we see his lovely face,
        And ever dwell in his embrace.

    404    104th    J. Cennick
    Praise to the Prince of Peace. Ps. 71. 22, 23; 103. 4
Our Saviour alone, the Lord, let us bless,
Who reigns on his throne, the Prince of our peace;
Who evermore saves us by shedding his blood;
All hail, holy Jesus! our Lord and our God.
We thankfully sing thy glory and praise,
Thou merciful Spring of pity and grace;
Thy kindness for ever to men we will tell,
And say, our dear Saviour redeemed us from hell.
Preserve us in love, while here we abide;
O never remove thy presence, nor hide
Thy glorious salvation, till each of us see,
With joy, the blest vision completed in thee.

    405    L.M.    J. Kent
    Exulting in Eternal Union with Jesus. John 17. 21-23
    1    ’Twixt Jesus and the chosen race,
        Subsists a bond of sovereign grace,
        That hell, with its infernal train,
        Shall ne’er dissolve nor rend in twain!

    2    This sacred bond shall never break,
        Though earth should to her centre shake;
        Rest, doubting saint, assured of this,
        For God has pledged his holiness.

    3    [He swore but once; the deed was done;
        ’Twas settled by the great Three-One;
        Christ was appointed to redeem
        All that his Father loved in him.]

    4    Hail, sacred union, firm and strong!
        How great the grace! how sweet the song!
        That worms of earth should ever be
        One with incarnate Deity!

    5    [One in the tomb; one when he rose;
        One when he triumphed o’er his foes;
        One when in heaven he took his seat,
        While seraphs sang all hell’s defeat.]

    6    This sacred tie forbids their fears,
        For all he is or has is theirs;
        With him, their Head, they stand or fall –
        Their Life, their Surety, and their All.

    7    [The sinner’s Peace, the Daysman he,
        Whose blood should set his people free;
        On them his fond affections ran,
        Before creation-work began.]

    8    Blessed be the wisdom and the grace,
        The eternal love and faithfulness,
        That’s in the gospel-scheme revealed,
        And is by God the Spirit sealed.

    406    8.8.6.    J. Kent
    Praise for Reigning Grace. Rom. 5. 20, 21; Rev. 5. 9
    1    Hark! how the blood-bought hosts above
        Conspire to praise redeeming love,
            In sweet harmonious strains;
        And while they strike the golden lyres,
        This glorious theme each bosom fires,
            That grace triumphant reigns.

    2    Join thou, my soul, for thou canst tell
        How grace divine broke up thy cell,
            And loosed thy native chains;
        And still, from that auspicious day,
        How oft art thou constrained to say,
            That grace triumphant reigns.

    3    [Grace, till the tribes redeemed by blood,
        Are brought to know themselves and God,
            Her empire shall maintain;
        To call when he appoints the day,
        And from the mighty take the prey,
            Shall grace triumphant reign.]

    4    When called to meet the King of dread,
        Should love compose my dying bed,
            And grace my soul sustain,
        Then, ere I quit this mortal clay,
        I’ll raise my fainting voice, and say,
            Let grace triumphant reign.

    407    L.M.    J. Kent (last 3 verses)
    Praise to the Redeemer. Ps. 107. 1, 2; 1 John 1. 7, 9
    1    Dear Lord! my panting soul inflame,
        To spread abroad thy matchless fame,
        And with a solemn pleasure tell,
        The grace which saves from death and hell.

    2    Here’s pardon full for sin that’s past;
        It matters not how black their cast;
        And O my soul, with wonder view,
        For sins to come here’s pardon too.

    3    The nation, thus redeemed from sin,
        Was chosen, loved, and blessed in him;
        They ne’er shall die while Jesus lives;
        His covenant life eternal gives.

    4    Let saints prepare to crown his brow
        With bright immortal trophies now;
        And let their songs record his name,
        His honours, and his deathless fame.

    408    104th    C. Wesley
    Thanksgiving. Ps. 89. 14-17; 150. 2; Isa. 45. 25
O what shall I do my Saviour to praise,
So faithful and true, so plenteous in grace;
So strong to deliver, so good to redeem,
The weakest believer that hangs upon him?
How happy the man whose heart is set free,
The people that can be joyful in thee!
Their joy is to walk in the light of thy face,
And still they are talking of Jesus’s grace.
Their daily delight shall be in thy name;
They shall, as their right, thy righteousness claim.
Thy righteousness wearing, and cleansed by thy blood,
Bold shall they appear in the presence of God.
For thou art their boast, their glory, and power;
And I also trust to see the glad hour;
My soul’s new creation, alive from the dead;
The day of salvation that lifts up my head.
Yes, Lord, I shall see the bliss of thy own;
Thy secret to me shall soon be made known;
For sorrow and sadness I joy shall receive,
And share in the gladness of all that believe.

    409    148th    Isaac Watts
    A Song of Praise to the Eternal Three. Eph. 1. 3, 4
    1        To Him that chose us first,
            Before the world began;
            To Him that bore the curse,
            To save rebellious man;
        To Him that formed our hearts anew,
        Is endless praise and glory due.

    2        The Father’s love shall run
            Through our immortal songs;
            We bring to God the Son,
            Hosannas on our tongues;
        Our lips address the Spirit’s name,
        With equal praise and zeal the same.

    3        Let every saint above,
            And angel round the throne,
            For ever bless and love
            The sacred Three-in-One;
        Thus heaven shall raise his honours high,
        When earth and time grow old and die.

    410    L.M.    Samuel Medley
    “He hath done all things well.” Mark 7. 37
    1    O for a heart prepared to sing,
        To God, my Saviour and my King;
        While with his saints I join to tell,
        My Jesus has done all things well.

    2    [All worlds his glorious power confess;
        His wisdom all his works express;
        But O his love what tongue can tell?
        My Jesus has done all things well.]

    3    How sovereign, wonderful, and free,
        Is all his love to sinful me!
        He plucked me as a brand from hell;
        My Jesus has done all things well.

    4    And since my soul has known his love,
        What mercies has he made me prove;
        Mercies which all my praise excel;
        My Jesus has done all things well.

    5    [Whene’er my Saviour and my God
        Has on me laid his gentle rod,
        I know, in all that has befell,
        My Jesus has done all things well.]

    6    Sometimes he’s pleased his face to hide,
        To make me pray, or stain my pride;
        Yet am I helped on this to dwell,
        My Jesus has done all things well.]

    7    Soon shall I pass the vale of death,
        And in his arms shall lose my breath;
        Yet then my happy soul shall tell,
        My Jesus has done all things well.

    8    And when to that bright world I rise,
        And join the anthems in the skies,
        Among the rest this note shall swell,
        My Jesus has done all things well.

    411    C.M.    J. Kent
    “An everlasting covenant.” 2 Sam. 23. 5
    1    Come, saints, and sing in sweet accord,
            With solemn pleasure tell,
        The covenant made with David’s Lord;
            In all things ordered well.

    2    This covenant stood ere time began,
            That God with man might dwell;
        Eternal wisdom drew the plan;
            In all things ordered well.

    3    This covenant, O believer, stands,
            Thy rising fears to quell;
        Sealed by thy Surety’s bleeding hands;
            In all things ordered well.

    4    ’Twas made with Jesus, for his bride,
            Before the sinner fell;
        ’Twas signed, and sealed, and ratified;
            In all things ordered well.

    5    When rolling worlds depart on fire,
            And thousands sink to hell,
        This covenant shall the saints admire;
            In all things ordered well.

    6    In glory, soon, with Christ their King,
            His saints shall surely dwell;
        And this blest covenant ever sing;
            In all things ordered well.

    412    S.M.    J. Kent
    It shall be well with the righteous. Isa. 3. 10
    1        What cheering words are these;
            Their sweetness who can tell?
        In time and to eternal days,
            “’Tis with the righteous well.”

    2        In every state secure,
            Kept as Jehovah’s eye,
        ’Tis well with them while life endure,
            And well when called to die.

    3        [Well when they see his face,
            Or sink amidst the flood;
        Well in afflictions thorny maze,
            Or on the mount of God.]

    4        [Well when the gospel yields
            Pure honey, milk, and wine;
        Well when thy soul her leanness feels,
            And all her joys decline.]

    5        [’Tis well when joys arise;
            ’Tis well when sorrows flow;
        ’Tis well when darkness veils the skies,
            And strong temptations blow.]

    6        ’Tis well when at his throne
            They wrestle, weep, and pray;
        ’Tis well when at his feet they groan,
            Yet bring their wants away.

    7        ’Tis well when they can sing
            As sinners bought with blood;
        And when they touch the mournful string,
            And mourn an absent God.

    8        ’Tis well when on the mount
            They feast on dying love;
        And ’tis as well, in God’s account,
            When they the furnace prove.

    9        ’Tis well when Jesus calls,
            “From earth and sin arise,
        Join with the host of virgin souls,
            Made to salvation wise.”

    413    C.M.    J. Kent
    “He hateth putting away.” Mal. 2. 16; Jer. 32. 40
    1    Let Zion songs of triumph sing;
            Let gladness crown the day;
        Jehovah is her God and King,
            He hates to put away.

    2    ’Graved on his hands divinely fair,
            Who did their ransom pay,
        The golden letters still appear;
            He hates to put away.

    3    Think not that he’ll thy suit reject,
            Or spurn thy humble plea;
        He hears the groans of his elect,
            And hates to put away.

    4    [When loathsome in thy sins and blood,
            He did thy state survey,
        And for a stranger Surety stood;
            He hates to put away.]

    5    Salvation’s of the Lord alone;
            Grace is a shoreless sea;
        In heaven there’s ne’er a vacant throne;
            He hates to put away.

    414    11s    Isaac Watts
    Praise to the Saviour. Matt. 21. 9; Ps. 40. 7, 8
I long for a concert of heavenly praise,
To Jesus, my God, the omnipotent Son!
My soul should awake in harmonious lays,
Could it tell half the wonders that Jesus has done.
I’d sing how he left his own mansions of light,
The robes made of glory that dressed him above,
Yet pleased with his journey and swift in his flight;
He came on the pinions of covenant love!
Quick down to the place of our distant abode,
He came, we adore him, to raise us on high;
He came to atone the dread justice of God,
And took up a life to be able to die!
All hell and its lions stood roaring around;
His flesh and his spirit with malice they tore,
While oceans of sorrow lay pressing him down,
As vast as the burden of guilt which he bore.
Fast bound in the chains of imperious death,
The Infinite Captive a prisoner lay;
The Infinite Captain arose from the earth,
And leaped to the hills of ethereal day!
Then mention no more of the vengeance of God,
The lions of hell, and their roaring no more;
We lift up our eyes to his shining abode;
Our loudest hosannas his name shall adore!
His conquest is crowned with the honours he won;
Hosanna through all the ethereal groves;
The God and the Man, how he fills up his throne!
How he shines! how he smiles! how he looks! how he loves!

    415    6.4.    J. Allen
    “Worthy is the Lamb.” Rev. 5. 12, 13; Ps. 148. 13
            1    Glory to God on high!
                Let earth and skies reply,
                    Praise ye his name!
                His love and grace adore,
                Who all our sorrow bore;
                Sing aloud evermore,
                    Worthy the Lamb!

            2    Jesus, our Lord and God,
                Bore sin’s tremendous load!
                    Praise ye his name!
                Tell what his arm has done,
                What spoils from death he won,
                Sing his great name alone;
                    Worthy the Lamb!

            3    While they around the throne
                Cheerfully join in one,
                    Praising his name,
                Ye who have felt his blood
                Sealing your peace with God,
                Sound his dear fame abroad;
                    Worthy the Lamb!

    416    8.7.7.    John Newton
    Praise for Atoning Blood. 1 Cor. 6. 11, 20; Rev. 1. 5
    1    Let us love, and sing, and wonder;
            Let us praise the Saviour’s name;
        He has hushed the law’s loud thunder;
            He has quenched Mount Sinai’s flame;
            He has washed us in his blood;
            He has brought us home to God!

    2    Let us love the Lord who bought us;
            Pitied us when enemies;
        Called us by his grace, and taught us;
            Gave us ears, and gave us eyes;
            He has washed us in his blood;
            He has brought us home to God!

    3    Let us sing though fierce temptation
            Threatens hard to bear us down;
        Jesus is our strong salvation;
            He will surely give the crown;
            He has washed us in his blood;
            He has brought us home to God!

    4    [Let us wonder! grace and justice
            Join and point to mercy’s store;
        When, through grace, in Christ our trust is,
            Justice smiles, and asks no more;
            He has washed us in his blood;
            He has brought us home to God!]

    5    Let us praise, and join the chorus
            Of the saints enthroned on high;
        Here they trusted him before us,
            Now their praises fill the sky;
            He has washed us in his blood;
            He has brought us home to God!

    6    Yes, we praise thee, gracious Saviour;
            Wonder, love, and bless thy name;
        Pardon, Lord, our poor endeavour;
            Pity, for thou know’st our frame;
            Wash our souls and songs with blood,
            For by thee we come to God.

    417    104th    J. Swain
    The Pilgrim’s Joy. Isa. 35. 10; 25. 8; Rev. 7. 17
To Zion we go, the seat of our King,
And yet while below we cannot but sing;
Though few here esteem us, the God we adore
Has died to redeem us! what could he do more?
What Jesus has done to save us from hell;
What conquests he won, when he himself fell;
The depths of his sorrow; the heights of his love;
Can never be known till we sing them above.

    418    C.M.    A. Steele
    Praise to the Redeemer. Phil. 2. 7-9; Eph. 3. 19
    1    To our Redeemer’s glorious name,
            Awake the sacred song;
        O may his love (immortal flame!)
            Tune every heart and tongue.

    2    His love, what mortal thought can reach,
            What mortal tongue display?
        Imagination’s utmost stretch
            In wonder dies away!

    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.”

    419    L.M.    Isaac Watts
    Rejoicing in God. Ps. 18. 30-35, 46
    1    Just are thy ways and true thy word,
        Great Rock of my secure abode;
        Who is a God beside the Lord?
        Or where’s a refuge like our God?

    2    ’Tis he that girds me with his might;
        Gives me his holy sword to wield;
        And while with sin and hell I fight,
        Spreads his salvation for my shield.

    3    He lives (and blessed be my Rock),
        The God of my Salvation lives;
        The dark designs of hell are broke;
        Sweet is the peace my Father gives.

    4    Before the scoffers of the age
        I will exalt my Father’s name;
        Nor tremble at their mighty rage,
        But meet reproach and bear the shame.

    5    To David and his royal seed
        Thy grace for ever shall extend;
        Thy love to saints, in Christ their Head,
        Knows not a limit nor an end.

    420    S.M.    Isaac Watts
    Praise for Spiritual and Temporal Mercies. Ps.103. 1-4
    1        O bless the Lord, my soul!
            Let all within me join,
        And aid my tongue to bless his name,
            Whose favours are divine.

    2        O bless the Lord, my soul!
            Nor let his mercies lie
        Forgotten in unthankfulness,
            And without praises die.

    3        ’Tis he forgives thy sins;
            ’Tis he relieves thy pain;
        ’Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,
            And makes thee young again.

    4        He crowns thy life with love,
            When ransomed from the grave;
        He that redeemed my soul from hell
            Has sovereign power to save.

    5        He fills the poor with good;
            He gives the sufferers rest;
        The Lord has judgments for the proud,
            And justice for the oppressed.

    6        His wondrous works and ways
            He made by Moses known;
        But sent the world his truth and grace,
            By his beloved Son.

    421    S.M.    Isaac Watts
    Praise for Preserving Grace. Jude 24, 25; Rom. 16. 27
    1        To God the only wise,
            Our Saviour and our King,
        Let all the saints below the skies
            Their humble praises bring.

    2        ’Tis his almighty love,
            His counsel and his care,
        Preserves us safe from sin and death,
            And every hurtful snare.

    3        He will present our souls
            Unblemished and complete
        Before the glory of his face,
            With joys divinely great.

    4        Then all the chosen seed
            Shall meet around the throne;
        Shall bless the conduct of his grace,
            And make his wonders known.

    5        To our Redeemer, God,
            Wisdom and power belongs;
        Immortal crowns of majesty,
            And everlasting songs.

    422    L.M.    Isaac Watts
    Joy in Heaven over a Repenting Sinner. Matt. 18. 12-14
    1    Who can describe the joys that rise
        Through all the courts of Paradise,
        To see a prodigal return,
        To see an heir of glory born?

    2    With joy the Father does approve
        The fruit of his eternal love;
        The Son with joy looks down and sees
        The purchase of his agonies.

    3    The Spirit takes delight to view
        The holy soul he formed anew;
        And saints and angels join to sing,
        The growing empire of their King.

    423    S.M.    Isaac Watts
    “Whom having not seen, ye love.” 1 Pet. 1. 8
    1        Not with our mortal eyes
            Have we beheld the Lord;
        Yet we rejoice to hear his name,
            And love him in his word.

    2        On earth we want the sight
            Of our Redeemer’s face;
        Yet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight
            To dwell upon thy grace.

    3        And when we taste thy love,
            Our joys divinely grow
        Unspeakable, like those above,
            And heaven begins below.

    424    C.M.    Isaac Watts
    Christ’s Victory. Hos. 13. 14; Eph. 4. 8; Col. 2. 15
    1    Hosanna to our conquering King!
            The prince of darkness flies;
        His troops rush headlong down to hell,
            Like lightning from the skies.

    2    There, bound in chains, the lions roar,
            And fright the rescued sheep;
        But heavy bars confine their power
            And malice to the deep.

    3    Hosanna to our conquering King!
            All hail, incarnate Love!
        Ten thousand songs and glories wait
            To crown thy head above.

    4    Thy victories and thy deathless fame
            Through the wide world shall run,
        And everlasting ages sing
            The triumphs thou hast won.

    425    S.M.    J. Stevens
    Following Christ. Matt. 16. 24; 3. 13; Mark 1. 9
    1        With pleasure we behold
            Immanuel’s offspring come;
        As sheep are gathered to the fold,
            And left no more to roam.

    2        The way the Shepherd trod
            They freely choose to go;
        Moved by the powerful love of God,
            They leave this world below.

    3        This watery path they own;
            Their Saviour’s cross they view;
        And resting on his blood alone,
            By faith they journey through.

    4        Among the flock they rest,
            In pastures fresh and green;
        With peace and safety ever blest,
            And pleasures all serene.

    426    C.M.    J. Stevens
    “We see Jesus.” Heb. 2. 9; Matt. 28. 6
    1    How great and solemn is the thing,
            For which we here are come;
        To view the death of Zion’s King,
            And gaze upon his tomb;

    2    To see him, under death’s arrest,
            Enter the dismal grave;
        Awhile in that dark cell to rest,
            Our mortal flesh to save;

    3    To see him in his grave-clothes lie,
            His life and glory gone;
        To ask ourselves the reason why
            This wondrous deed was done;

    4    To view the wounds of which he died
            And own our sins the cause;
        To honour Christ the crucified,
            Adhering to his laws;

    5    To trace him rising from the tomb
            In victory over all;
        The first-born Son of nature’s womb,
            That rose no more to fall.

    6    Here, humble saints, your tribute pay;
            A risen Saviour sing;
        Come, be baptized without delay,
            In honour of your King.

    427    L.M.    J. Grigg and B. Francis (last verse)
    Not Ashamed of Christ. Mark 8. 38; Luke 9. 26
    1    Jesus, and shall it ever be,
        A mortal man ashamed of thee?
        Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise;
        Whose glories shine to endless days?

    2    [Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far
        Let evening blush to own a star;
        He sheds his beams of light divine
        O’er this benighted soul of mine.]

    3    [Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon
        Let midnight be ashamed of noon;
        ’Tis midnight with my soul till he,
        Bright Morning Star, bids darkness flee.]

    4    Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend,
        On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
        No; when I blush, be this my shame,
        That I no more revere his name.

    5    Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,
        When I’ve no guilt to wash away;
        No tear to wipe; no good to crave;
        No fears to quell; no soul to save.

    6    Till then, nor is my boasting vain,
        Till then I boast a Saviour slain;
        And O may this my glory be,
        That Christ is not ashamed of me.

    7    [His institutions would I prize;
        Take up my cross, the shame despise;
        Dare to defend his noble cause,
        And yield obedience to his laws.]

    428    8.7.    J. Fawcett
    Baptism. Acts 2. 38; 22. 16; Mark 16. 16
    1    Humble souls, who seek salvation
            Through the Lamb’s redeeming blood,
        Hear the voice of revelation;
            Tread the path that Jesus trod.
        Flee to him, your only Saviour;
            In his mighty name confide;
        In the whole of your behaviour,
            Own him for your Sovereign Guide.

    2    Hear the blest Redeemer call you;
            Listen to his gracious voice;
        Dread no ills that can befall you,
            While you make his ways your choice.
        Jesus says, “Let each believer
            Be baptizèd in my name.”
        He himself, in Jordan’s river,
            Was immersed beneath the stream.

    3    Plainly here his footsteps tracing,
            Follow him without delay;
        Gladly his command embracing;
            Lo! your Captain leads the way.
        View the rite with understanding;
            Jesus’ grave before you lies;
        Be interred at his commanding;
            After his example rise.

    429    C.M.    J. Fellows
    Baptism. Matt. 3. 13-17; 10. 38; Mark 1. 9
    1    Dear Lord! and will thy pardoning love
            Embrace a wretch so vile?
        Wilt thou my load of guilt remove,
            And bless me with thy smile?

    2    Hast thou the cross for me endured,
            And all its shame despised?
        And shall I be ashamed, O Lord,
            With thee to be baptized?

    3    Didst thou the great example lead
            In Jordan’s swelling flood?
        And shall my pride disdain the deed
            That’s worthy of my God?

    4    Dear Lord, the ardour of thy love
            Reproves my cold delays;
        And now my willing footsteps move
            In thy delightful ways.

    430    8.8.6.    Norman
    “Thus it becometh us.” Matt. 3. 15
    1    ’Tis not as led by custom’s voice,
        We make these ways our favoured choice,
            And thus with zeal pursue;
        No; Zion’s great and gracious Lord
        Has, in the precepts of his word,
            Enjoined us thus to do.

    2    Thou everlasting, gracious King,
        Assist us now thy grace to sing,
            And still direct our way
        To those bright realms of peace and rest,
        Where all the exulting tribes are blessed
            With one great choral day.

    431    L.M.    B. Beddome
    “Can any man forbid water?” Acts 10. 47
    1    Come, ye beloved of the Lord,
        Behold the Lamb, the incarnate Word;
        He died and rose again for you;
        What more could your Redeemer do?

    2    We to this place are come to show
        What we to boundless mercy owe;
        The Saviour’s footsteps to explore,
        And tread the path he trod before.

    432    L.M.    Isaac Watts
    Buried with Christ in Baptism. Rom. 6. 3-11
    1    Do we not know that solemn word,
        That we are buried with the Lord;
        Baptized into his death, and then
        Put off the body of our sin?

    2    Our souls receive diviner breath,
        Raised from corruption, guilt, and death;
        So from the grave did Christ arise,
        And lives to God above the skies.

    3    No more let sin or Satan reign
        Over our mortal flesh again;
        The various lusts we served before,
        Shall have dominion now no more.

    433    8.7.    J. Fellows
    “Therefore we are buried with him.” Rom. 6. 4
    1    Jesus, mighty King in Zion!
            Thou alone our Guide shalt be,
        Thy commission we rely on;
            We would follow none but thee.

    2    As an emblem of thy passion,
            And thy victory o’er the grave,
        We, who know thy great salvation,
            Are baptized beneath the wave.

    3    Fearless of the world’s despising,
            We the ancient path pursue;
        Buried with our Lord, and rising
            To a life divinely new.

    434    C.M.    B. Beddome
    “I will run the way...” Ps. 119. 32
    1    How great, how solemn is the work
            Which we attend today!
        Now for a holy, solemn frame,
            O God, to thee we pray.

    2    [O may we feel as once we felt,
            When pained and grieved at heart,
        Thy kind, forgiving, melting look
            Relieved our every smart.

    3    Let graces, then in exercise,
            Be exercised again;
        And, nurtured by celestial power,
            In exercise remain.]

    4    Awake our love, our fear, our hope;
            Wake, fortitude and joy;
        Vain world, begone; let things above
            Our happy thoughts employ.

    5    Whilst thee, our Saviour and our God,
            To all around we own,
        Drive each rebellious, rival lust,
            Each traitor from thy throne.

    6    Instruct our minds; our wills subdue;
            To heaven our passions raise;
        That hence our lives, our all may be
            Devoted to thy praise.

    435    L.M.    Isaac Watts
    Remember Jesus! Luke 22. 19; 1 Cor. 11. 24, 25
    1    The Lord of life this table spread,
        With his own flesh and dying blood;
        We on the rich provision feed,
        And taste the wine, and bless our God.

    2    May sinful sweets be all forgot,
        And earth grow less in our esteem;
        Christ and his love fill every thought,
        And faith and hope be fixed on him.

    436    S.M.    John Berridge
    Seeking the Lord’s Presence. John 14. 21; 15. 9
    1        The table now is spread;
            We meet around the board;
        Dear Jesus, bless the wine and bread,
            And heavenly life afford.

    2        O may the Lord appear,
            With looks divinely mild,
        And whisper in each humble ear,
            “I love thee well, my child.”

    437    S.M.    Isaac Watts
    Communion with Christ and with Saints. 1 Cor. 10. 16, 17
    1        Jesus invites his saints
            To meet around his board;
        Here pardoned rebels sit, and hold
            Communion with their Lord.

    2        [For food he gives his flesh;
            He bids us drink his blood;
        Amazing favour, matchless grace
            Of our descending God!]

    3        By faith, the bread and wine
            Maintain our fainting breath,
        By union with our living Lord,
            And interest in his death.

    4        Our heavenly Father calls
            Christ and his members one;
        We the young children of his love,
            And he the first-born Son.

    5        We are but several parts
            Of the same broken bread;
        One body has its several limbs,
            But Jesus is the Head.

    6        Let all our powers be joined
            His gracious name to raise;
        Pleasure and love fill every mind,
            And every voice be praise.

    438    C.M.    Isaac Watts
    Christ’s Dying Love. Isa. 63. 9; John 15. 13
    1    This was compassion like a God,
            That when the Saviour knew
        The price of pardon was his blood,
            He pity ne’er withdrew.

    2    Now though he reigns exalted high,
            His love is still as great;
        Well he remembers Calvary,
            Nor let his saints forget.

    3    [Here we behold his bowels roll,
            As kind as when he died;
        And see the sorrows of his soul
            Bleed through his wounded side.]

    439    L.M.    Isaac Watts
    Crucifixion to the World by the Cross. Gal. 6. 14
    1    When I survey the wondrous cross
        On which the Prince of Glory died,
        My richest gain I count but loss,
        And pour contempt on all my pride.

    2    Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
        Save in the death of Christ, my God;
        All the vain things that charm me most,
        I sacrifice them to his blood.

    3    See! from his head, his hands, his feet,
        Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
        Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
        Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

    440    C.M.    Isaac Watts
    Divine Love making a Feast. Luke 14. 17, 13-24
    1    How sweet and awful is the place,
            With Christ within the doors,
        While everlasting love displays
            The choicest of her stores.

    2    Here every bowel of our God
            With soft compassion rolls;
        Here peace and pardon, love and blood,
            Is food for dying souls.

    3    [While all our hearts and all our songs
            Join to admire the feast,
        Each of us cry, with thankful tongues,
            “Lord, why was I a guest?”

    4    “Why was I made to hear thy voice,
            And enter while there’s room;
        When thousands make a wretched choice,
            And rather starve than come?”]

    5    ’Twas the same love that spread the feast
            That sweetly forced us in;
        Else we had still refused to taste,
            And perished in our sin.

    441    L.M.    B. Beddome
    “Jesus wept.” John 11. 35; Luke 19. 41; Heb. 5. 7
    1    So fair a face bedewed with tears;
        What beauty e’en in grief appears!
        He wept, he bled, he died for you;
        What more, ye saints, could Jesus do?

    2    Enthroned above, with equal glow
        His warm affections downward flow;
        In our distress he bears a part,
        And feels a sympathetic smart.

    3    Still his compassions are the same;
        He knows the frailty of our frame;
        Our heaviest burdens he sustains;
        Shares in our sorrows and our pains.

    442    7s    John Berridge
    “Peace I leave with you.” John 14. 27
        1    Ere we leave thy table, Lord,
            Drop us down a pledge of peace;
            Give us all a parting word,
            Sealèd with a parting kiss.

    443    104th    John Berridge
    Praise for the Heavenly Feast. Song. 5. 1; Prov. 9. 1-5
The Lord of the feast we solemnly bless,
And pray that each guest may grow in his grace;
Thanks for his preparing his banquet of love;
O may we all share in the banquet above.

    444    S.M.    John Berridge
    The Leper’s Prayer. Matt. 8. 2; Mark 1. 40
    1        Defiled I am indeed;
            Defiled throughout by sin;
        Thy purple fountain, Lord, I need,
            To wash a leper clean.

    2        The fountain open stands,
            Yet on its brink I dwell;
        O put me in with thy own hands,
            And that will make me well.

    445    148th    J. Hart
    The Love of Christ. John 15. 13; Rom. 5. 7, 8
    1        Join, every tongue, to sing
            The mercies of the Lord;
            The love of Christ, our King,
            Let every heart record.
        He saved us from the wrath of God,
        And paid our ransom with his blood.

    2        What wondrous grace was this!
            We sinned, and Jesus died;
            He wrought the righteousness,
            And we were justified.
        We ran the score to lengths extreme,
        And all the debt was charged on him.

    3        Hell was our just desert,
            And he that hell endured;
            Guilt broke his guiltless heart
            With wrath that we incurred;
        We bruised his body, spilt his blood,
        And both became our heavenly food.

    446    S.M.    J. Hart
    The Bread of Heaven. John 6. 33-58
    1        When through the desert vast
            The chosen tribes were led,
        They could not plough, nor till, nor sow,
            Yet never wanted bread.

    2        Around their wandering camp,
            The copious manna fell;
        Strewed on the ground, a food they found,
            But what they could not tell.

    3        But better bread by far
            Is now to Christians given;
        Poor sinners eat immortal meat,
            The Living Bread from heaven.

    4        We eat the flesh of Christ,
            Who is the Bread of God;
        Their food was coarse compared with ours,
            Though theirs was angels’ food.

    447    L.M.    J. Hart
    Sighing for the Substance. Luke 14. 22; John 6. 53
    1    Pity a helpless sinner, Lord,
        Who would believe thy gracious word,
        But own my heart, with shame and grief,
        A sink of sin and unbelief.

    2    Lord, in thy house I read there’s room,
        And, venturing hard, behold I come;
        But can there, tell me, can there be
        Amongst thy children room for me?

    3    I eat the bread, and drink the wine;
        But oh! my soul wants more than sign!
        I faint unless I feed on thee,
        And drink the blood as shed for me.

    4    For sinners, Lord, thou cam’st to bleed;
        And I’m a sinner vile indeed;
        Lord, I believe, thy grace is free,
        O magnify that grace in me.

    448    148th    J. Hart
    Tokens of Christ’s Love. John 15. 9; Matt. 11. 30; 26. 26-28
    1        When Jesus undertook
            To rescue ruined man,
            The realms of bliss forsook,
            And to relieve us ran;
        He spared no pains, declined no load,
        Resolved to buy us with his blood.

    2        No harsh commands he gave,
            No hard conditions brought;
            He came to seek and save,
            And pardon every fault.
        Poor trembling sinners hear his call;
        They come, and he forgives them all.

    3        When thus we’re reconciled,
            He sets no rigorous tasks;
            His yoke is soft and mild,
            For love is all he asks.
        E’en that from him we first receive,
        And well he knows we’ve none to give.

    4        This pure and heavenly gift,
            Within our hearts to move,
            The dying Saviour left
            These tokens of his love;
        Which seem to say, “While this you do,
        Remember him that died for you.”

    449    104th    J. Hart
    The Banqueting Song. 2 Thess. 2. 13, 14; Eph. 1. 3, 4
What creatures beside are favoured like us?
Forgiven, supplied, and banqueted thus
By God, our good Father, who gave us his Son,
And sent him to gather his children in one.
Salvation’s of God, the effect of free grace,
Upon us bestowed before the world was;
God from everlasting be blest, and, again,
Blest to everlasting.  Amen, and amen.

    450    L.M.    R. Burnham
    “A burning and a shining light.” John 5. 35
    1    O bless thy servant, dearest Lord,
        While he shall preach thy gospel word;
        May he declare delightful things,
        Touching the glorious King of kings.

    2    O grant him bright celestial views,
        While he proclaims the gospel news;
        With fiery zeal his soul inflame,
        While he exalts the bleeding Lamb.

    3    Give him clear light, and burning love;
        Shower down thy blessings from above;
        O may we hear the Saviour’s voice,
        And in his precious name rejoice.

    451    L.M.    John Newton
    Before Sermon. John 5. 25; Col. 2. 13; Isa. 61. 1-3
    1    May this be a much-favoured hour
        To souls in Satan’s bondage led!
        Lord, clothe thy word with sovereign power
        To break the rocks, and raise the dead.

    2    To mourners speak a cheering word;
        On seeking souls vouchsafe to shine;
        Let poor backsliders be restored,
        And all thy saints in praises join.

    452    148th    John Newton
    After Sermon. 1 Cor. 3. 6; Isa. 55. 11
    1        On what has now been sown,
            Thy blessing, Lord, bestow;
            The power is thine alone
            To make it spring and grow.
        Do thou the gracious harvest raise,
        And thou alone shalt have the praise.

    453    L.M.    S. Stennett
    Between Prayer and Sermon. Matt. 18. 20
    1    [“Where two or three, with sweet accord,
        Obedient to their sovereign Lord,
        Meet to recount his acts of grace,
        And offer solemn prayer and praise;

    2    “There,” says the Saviour, “will I be,
        Amid this little company;
        To them unveil my smiling face,
        And shed my glories round the place.”]

    3    We meet at thy command, dear Lord;
        Relying on thy faithful word;
        Now send thy Spirit from above;
        Now fill our hearts with heavenly love.

    454    112th    J. Fawcett
    Before Sermon. Isa. 55. 11; 2 Thess. 3. 1
    1    Thy presence, gracious God, afford;
        Prepare us to receive thy word;
        Now let thy voice engage our ear,
        And faith be mixed with what we hear;
        Thus, Lord, thy waiting servants bless,
        And crown thy gospel with success.

    2    [Distracting thoughts and cares remove,
        And fix our hearts and hopes above;
        With food divine may we be fed,
        And satisfied with living bread.
        Thus, Lord, thy waiting servants bless,
        And crown thy gospel with success.]

    3    To us the sacred word apply,
        With sovereign power and energy;
        And may we, in thy faith and fear,
        Reduce to practice what we hear.
        Thus, Lord, thy waiting servants bless,
        And crown thy gospel with success.

    4    Father, in us thy Son reveal;
        Teach us to know and do thy will;
        Thy saving power and love display,
        And guide us to the realms of day.
        Thus, Lord, thy waiting servants bless,
        And crown thy gospel with success.

    455    C.M.    J. Hart
    Before Sermon. Gen. 49. 18; Isa. 33. 2; Song. 4. 16
    1    Once more we come before our God;
            Once more his blessing ask;
        O may not duty seem a load,
            Nor worship prove a task.

    2    Father, thy quickening Spirit send
            From heaven, in Jesus’ name,
        To make our waiting minds attend,
            And put our souls in frame.

    3    May we receive the word we hear,
            Each in an honest heart;
        Hoard up the precious treasure there,
            And never with it part.

    4    To seek thee all our hearts dispose;
            To each thy blessings suit;
        And let the seed thy servant sows
            Produce a copious fruit.

    5    Bid the refreshing north wind wake;
            Say to the south wind, Blow;
        Let every plant the power partake,
            And all the garden grow.

    6    Revive the parched with heavenly showers;
            The cold with warmth divine;
        And as the benefit is ours,
            Be all the glory thine.

    456    104th    J. Hart
    Before Sermon. Isa. 64. 2; 2 Chron. 6. 29, 30; Ps. 100. 4
The good hand of God has brought us again
(A favour bestowed, we hope not in vain)
To hear from our Saviour the word of his grace;
Then be our behaviour becoming the place.
Remember the ends for which we are met;
Alas! my dear friends, we’re apt to forget;
The motives that brought us, the Lord only sees;
But if he has taught us, our ends should be these:
To worship the Lord with praise and with prayer;
To practise his word, as well as to hear,
To own with contrition the deeds we have done,
And take the remission God gives in his Son.
Blest Spirit of Christ, descend on us thus;
Thy servant assist; teach him to teach us;
O send us thy unction, to teach us all good;
And touch with compunction, and sprinkle with blood.

    457    L.M.    J. Hart
    Dismission. Ps. 85. 7; 29. 11; Isa. 54. 13
    1    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.

    2    Though we are guilty, thou art good;
        Wash all our works in Jesus’ blood;
        Give every fettered soul release,
        And bid us all depart in peace.

    458    S.M.    J. Hart
    Dismission. Luke. 2. 19, 51; Hos. 6. 3; Ps. 89. 1
    1        Once more before we part,
            We’ll bless the Saviour’s name:
        Record his mercies, every heart;
            Sing, every tongue, the same.

    2        Hoard up his sacred word,
            And feed thereon and grow;
        Go on to seek to know the Lord,
            And practise what you know.

    459    C.M.    J. Hart
    Dismission. Jer. 31. 14; Isa. 55. 11
    1    Lord, help us on thy word to feed;
            In peace dismiss us hence;
        Be thou, in every time of need,
            Our refuge and defence.

    2    We now desire to bless thy name,
            And in our hearts record,
        And with our thankful tongues proclaim,
            The goodness of the Lord.

    460    8s    R. Burnham
    After Sermon. 1 Thess. 1. 5; Eph. 2. 17; Acts 10. 36
    1    The gospel’s a message of peace,
        We oft by experience have felt;
        ’Tis filled with Immanuel’s grace,
        And sweeps away mountains of guilt.
        O sweet revelation divine!
        Delighted, we’ve heard its contents;
        All through it our Jesus does shine.
        A lover of all his dear saints.

    2    Through various scenes of distress,
        Perplexèd with sin, guilt, and fear;
        This glorious message of grace
        Has frequently yielded good cheer.
        Dear Lord, may we prize the rich peace,
        The peace so abundantly given;
        It flows through the word of thy grace,
        And makes us anticipate heaven.

    461    8.7.4.    J. Fawcett
    Dismission. Heb. 13. 20, 21; Ps. 89. 15-17
    1    Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing;
            Fill our hearts with joy and peace;
        Let us each, thy love possessing,
            Triumph in redeeming grace.
                    O refresh us!
            Travelling through this wilderness.

    2    Thanks we give and adoration,
            For thy gospel’s joyful sound;
        May the fruits of thy salvation
            In our hearts and lives be found;
                    May thy presence
            With us evermore abound.

    3    So, whene’er the signal’s given,
            Us from earth to call away,
        Borne on angels’ wings to heaven,
            Glad to leave our cumbrous clay,
                    May we ready,
            Rise and reign in endless day.

    462    8.7.4.    W. Williams
    Christ a Guide through Death to Glory. Ps. 73. 24
    1    Guide me, O thou great Jehovah!
            Pilgrim through this barren land;
        I am weak, but thou art mighty;
            Hold me with thy powerful hand;
                    Bread of heaven,
            Feed me now and evermore.

    2    Open thou the crystal fountain,
            Whence the healing streams do flow;
        Let the fiery, cloudy pillar
            Lead me all my journey through;
                    Strong Deliverer,
            Be thou still my strength and shield.

    3    When I tread the verge of Jordan,
            Bid my anxious fears subside;
        Death of deaths, and hell’s Destruction,
            Land me safe on Canaan’s side;
                    Songs of praises,
            I will ever give to thee.

    463    8.7.    J. Hart
    The Burial of a Saint. 1 Cor. 15. 42-44; 1 John 3. 2
    1    Sons of God, by blest adoption,
            View the dead with steady eyes;
        What is sown thus in corruption,
            Shall in incorruption rise;
        What is sown in death’s dishonour,
            Shall revive to glory’s light;
        What is sown in this weak manner,
            Shall be raised in matchless might.

    2    Earthy cavern, to thy keeping
            We commit our [brother’s] dust;
        Keep it safely, softly sleeping,
            Till our Lord demand thy trust.
        Sweetly sleep, dear saint, in Jesus;
            Thou with us shalt wake from death;
        Hold he cannot, though he seize us;
            We his power defy by faith.

    3    Jesus, thy rich consolations
            To thy mourning people send;
        May we all, with faith and patience,
            Wait for our approaching end.
        Keep from courage, vain or vaunted,
            For our change our hearts prepare;
        Give us confidence undaunted,
            Cheerful hope and godly fear.

    464    C.M.    Isaac Watts
    Victory over Death. Hos. 13. 14; 1 Cor. 15. 55-57
    1    O for an overcoming faith,
            To cheer my dying hours,
        To triumph o’er the monster, Death,
            And all his frightful powers.

    2    Joyful with all the strength I have
            My quivering lips should sing,
        “Where is thy boasted victory, Grave?
            And where’s the monster’s sting?”

    3    If sin be pardoned, I’m secure;
            Death has no sting beside;
        The law gives sin its damning power,
            But Christ, my ransom, died.

    4    Now to the God of victory
            Immortal thanks be paid,
        Who makes us conquerors, though we die,
            Through Christ our living Head.

    465    C.M.    Isaac Watts
    Afflictions and Death under Providence. Job 5. 6-8
    1    Not from the dust affliction grows,
            Nor troubles rise by chance;
        Yet we are born to cares and woes –
            A sad inheritance!

    2    As sparks break out from burning coals,
            And still are upwards borne,
        So grief is rooted in our souls,
            And man grows up to mourn.

    3    Yet with my God I leave my cause
            And trust his promised grace;
        He rules me by his well-known laws
            Of love and righteousness.

    4    Not all the pains that e’er I bore
            Shall spoil my future peace;
        For death and hell can do no more
            Than what my Father please.

    466    C.M.    Isaac Watts
    The Death and Burial of a Saint. 1 Thess. 4. 13, 14
    1    Why do we mourn departed friends,
            Or shake at death’s alarms?
        ’Tis but the voice that Jesus sends,
            To call them to his arms.

    2    Are we not tending upward too,
            As fast as time can move?
        Nor should we wish the hours more slow,
            To keep us from our love.

    3    Why should we tremble to convey
            Their bodies to the tomb?
        There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,
            And left a long perfume.

    4    [The graves of all his saints he blessed,
            And softened every bed;
        Where should the dying members rest,
            But with their dying Head?]

    5    Thence he arose, ascending high,
            And showed our feet the way;
        Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly,
            At the great rising day.

    6    Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
            And bid our kindred rise;
        Awake, ye nations under ground;
            Ye saints, ascend the skies.

    467    C.M.    J. Swain
    Looking to Jesus in Death. Ps. 23. 4; Tit. 2. 13, 14
    1    Why should we shrink at Jordan’s flood,
            Or dread the unknown way?
        See, yonder rolls a stream of blood,
            That bears the curse away.

    2    Death lost his sting when Jesus bled;
            When Jesus left the ground,
        Disarmed, the King of terrors fled,
            And felt a mortal wound.

    3    And now his office is to wait
            Between the saints and sin;
        A porter at the heavenly gate,
            To let the pilgrims in.

    4    And though his pale and ghastly face
            May seem to frown the while;
        We soon shall see the King of grace,
            And he’ll for ever smile.

    468    C.M.    W. W. Horne
    “To die is gain.” Phil. 1. 21; Rev. 14. 13
    1    Death is no more a frightful foe;
            Since I with Christ shall reign,
        With joy I leave this world of woe;
            For me to die is gain.

    2    To darkness, doubts, and fears, adieu;
            Adieu, thou world so vain;
        Then shall I know no more of you;
            For me to die is gain.

    3    No more shall Satan tempt my soul,
            Corruption shall be slain;
        And tides of pleasure o’er me roll;
            For me to die is gain.

    4    Nor shall I know a Father’s frown,
            But ever with him reign,
        And wear an everlasting crown,
            For me to die is gain.

    5    Sorrow for joy I shall exchange,
            For ever freed from pain;
        And o’er the plains of Canaan range;
            For me to die is gain.

    6    Fain would my raptured soul depart,
            Nor longer here remain,
        But dwell, dear Jesus, where thou art;
            For me to die is gain.

    469    C.M.    John Newton
    Hope beyond the Grave. John 14. 2; 1 Peter 1. 3-5
    1    My soul, this curious house of clay,
            Thy present frail abode,
        Must quickly fall to worms a prey,
            And thou return to God.

    2    Canst thou, by faith, survey with joy,
            The change before it come,
        And say, “Let Death this house destroy,
            I have a heavenly home?

    3    “The Saviour, whom I then shall see,
            With new admiring eyes,
        Already has prepared for me
            A mansion in the skies.

    4    “I feel this mud-walled cottage shake,
            And long to see it fall;
        That I my willing flight may take
            To him who is my All.

    5    “Burdened and groaning then no more,
            My rescued soul shall sing,
        As up the shining path I soar,
            ‘Death, thou hast lost thy sting.’”

    6    Dear Saviour, help us now to seek,
            And grant thy Spirit’s power;
        That we may all this language speak,
            Before the dying hour.

    470    L.M.    Samuel Medley
    Death Viewed in Jesus. Job 3. 17; Heb. 2. 9-15
    1    Death and the grave are doleful themes,
        For sinful mortal worms to sing;
        Except a Saviour’s brighter beams
        Dispel the gloom, and touch the string.

    2    Death! awful sound! the fruit of sin,
        And terror of the human race;
        Who, except Jesus smiles within,
        Can look the monster in the face?

    3    Yet, dearest Lord, when viewed in thee,
        The monster loses all his dread;
        There all his frightful horrors flee,
        And joy surrounds a dying bed.

    4    Jesus, the mighty Saviour, lives,
        And he has conquered death and hell:
        This truth substantial comfort gives,
        And dying saints can sing, “’Tis well.”

    471    S.M.    R. Elliott
    Preparation for Death. Ps. 10. 17; 1 Chron. 29. 18
    1        Prepare me, gracious God,
            To stand before thy face;
        Thy Spirit must the work perform,
            For it is all of grace.

    2        In Christ’s obedience clothe,
            And wash me in his blood;
        So shall I lift my head with joy
            Among the sons of God.

    3        Do thou my sins subdue;
            Thy sovereign love make known,
        The spirit of my mind renew,
            And save me in thy Son.

    4        Let me attest thy power;
            Let me thy goodness prove,
        Till my full soul can hold no more
            Of everlasting love.

    472    C.M.    Augustus Toplady
    The Sweetness of Spiritual Things. Ps. 104. 34
    1    When languor and disease invade
            This trembling house of clay,
        ’Tis sweet to look beyond our cage,
            And long to fly away.

    2    [Sweet to look inward, and attend
            The whispers of his love;
        Sweet to look upward to the place
            Where Jesus pleads above.]

    3    Sweet to look back, and see my name
            In life’s fair book set down;
        Sweet to look forward, and behold
            Eternal joys my own.

    4    Sweet to reflect how grace divine
            My sins on Jesus laid;
        Sweet to remember that his blood
            My debt of suffering paid.

    5    Sweet in his righteousness to stand,
            Which saves from second death;
        Sweet to experience, day by day,
            His Spirit’s quickening breath.

    6    [Sweet in his faithfulness to rest,
            Whose love can never end;
        Sweet on his covenant of grace
            For all things to depend.]

    7    Sweet in the confidence of faith
            To trust his firm decrees;
        Sweet to lie passive in his hands,
            And know no will but his.

    8    If such the sweetness of the streams,
            What must the fountain be?
        Where saints and angels draw their bliss
            Immediately from thee!

    473    L.M.    Isaac Watts
    The Sinner’s Portion, and Saint’s hope. Ps. 17. 9-15
    1    Lord, I am thine, but thou wilt prove
        My faith, my patience, and my love;
        When men of spite against me join,
        They are the sword, the hand is thine.

    2    Their hope and portion lie below;
        ’Tis all the happiness they know;
        ’Tis all they seek; they take their shares
        And leave the rest among their heirs.

    3    What sinners value I resign;
        Lord, ’tis enough that thou art mine.
        I shall behold thy blissful face,
        And stand complete in righteousness.

    4    This life’s a dream, an empty show,
        But the bright world to which I go,
        Has joys substantial and sincere;
        When shall I wake and find me there?

    5    O glorious hour!  O blest abode!
        I shall be near, and like my God!
        And flesh and sin no more control
        The sacred pleasures of my soul.

    6    My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
        Till the last trumpet’s joyful sound;
        Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
        And in my Saviour’s image rise.

    474    C.M.    Isaac Watts
    Support under Trials on Earth. Rev. 21. 4; 7. 17
    1    When I can read my title clear,
            To mansions in the skies,
        I bid farewell to every fear,
            And wipe my weeping eyes.

    2    Should earth against my soul engage,
            And hellish darts be hurled,
        Then I can smile at Satan’s rage,
            And face a frowning world.

    3    Let cares like a wild deluge come,
            And storms of sorrow fall;
        May I but safely reach my home,
            My God, my Heaven, my All.

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

    475    C.M.    Isaac Watts
    Desiring to Depart. Phil. 1. 23; 2 Cor. 5. 8; Isa. 6. 3
    1    Father, I long, I faint to see
            The place of thy abode;
        I’d leave thy earthly courts and flee
            Up to thy seat, my God!

    2    Here I behold thy distant face,
            And ’tis a pleasing sight;
        But to abide in thy embrace
            Is infinite delight.

    3    I’d part with all the joys of sense
            To gaze upon thy throne;
        Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence,
            Unspeakable, unknown.

    4    [There all the heavenly host are seen;
            In shining ranks they move,
        And drink immortal vigour in,
            With wonder and with love.]

    5    [There at thy feet, with awful fear,
            The adoring armies fall;
        With joy they shrink to nothing there,
            Before the eternal All.]

    6    [There would I vie with all the host,
            In duty and in bliss,
        While less than nothing I could boast,
            And vanity confess.]

    7    The more thy glories strike my eyes
            The humbler I shall lie;
        Thus, while I sink, my joys shall rise
            Unmeasurably high.

    476    C.M.     Isaac Watts
    The Glory of Christ. Phil. 2. 10; Ps. 45. 1-7
    1    O the delights, the heavenly joys,
            The glories of the place,
        Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams
            Of his o’erflowing grace.

  2     Sweet majesty and awful love
            Sit smiling on his brow,
        And all the glorious ranks above
            At humble distance bow.

    3    [Princes to his imperial name
            Bend their bright sceptres down;
        Dominions, thrones, and powers rejoice
            To see him wear the crown.]

    4    Blest angels sound his lofty praise
            Through every heavenly street,
        And lay their highest honours down,
            Submissive at his feet.

    5    [Those soft, those blessed feet of his,
            That once rude iron tore,
        High on a throne of light they stand,
            And all the saints adore.]

    6    [His head, the dear majestic head,
            That cruel thorns did wound,
        See what immortal glories shine,
            And circle it around.]

    7    This is the Man, the exalted Man,
            Whom we, unseen, adore;
        But when our eyes behold his face,
            Our hearts shall love him more.

    8    [Lord, how our souls are all on fire
            To see thy blest abode!
        Our tongues rejoice in tunes of praise
            To our incarnate God.

    9    And while our faith enjoys this sight,
            We long to leave our clay;
        And wish thy fiery chariots, Lord,
            To fetch our souls away.]

    477    C.M.    Isaac Watts
    The Example of Christ and his Saints. Heb. 12. 1, 2
    1    Give me the wings of faith to rise
            Within the veil and see
        The saints above, how great their joys,
            How bright their glories be.

    2    Once they were mourning here below,
            And wet their couch with tears;
        They wrestled hard, as we do now,
            With sins, and doubts, and fears.

    3    I ask them whence their victory came,
            They with united breath,
        Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
            Their triumph to his death.

    4    They marked the footsteps that he trod,
            (His zeal inspired their breast);
        And following their incarnate God,
            Possess the promised rest.

    5    Our glorious Leader claims our praise
            For his own pattern given;
        While the long cloud of witnesses
            Shows the same path to heaven.

    478    C.M.    Isaac Watts
    Sight through a Glass, and Face to Face. 1 Cor. 13. 12
    1    I love the windows of thy grace,
            Through which my Lord is seen,
        And long to meet my Saviour’s face,
            Without a glass between.

    2    O that the happy hour were come,
            To change my faith to sight!
        I shall behold my Lord at home,
            In a diviner light.

    3    Haste, my Beloved, and remove
            These interposing days;
        Then shall my passions all be love,
            And all my powers be praise.

    479    C.M.    Isaac Watts
    The Meditation of Heaven. 2 Cor. 4. 17, 18
    1    My thoughts surmount these lower skies,
            And look within the veil,
        There springs of endless pleasure rise,
            The waters never fail.

    2    There I behold, with sweet delight,
            The blessed Three-in-One;
        And strong affections fix my sight
            On God’s incarnate Son.

    3    His promise stands for ever firm;
            His grace shall ne’er depart;
        He binds my name upon his arm,
            And seals it on his heart.

    4    Light are the pains that nature brings;
            How short our sorrows are,
        When with eternal, future things,
            The present we compare!

    5    I would not be a stranger still
            To that celestial place,
        Where I forever hope to dwell,
            Near my Redeemer’s face.

    480    L.M.    Isaac Watts
    A Sight of God Mortifies to the World. Ps. 73. 25
    1    Up to the fields where angels lie,
        And living waters gently roll,
        Fain would my thoughts leap out and fly,
        But sin hangs heavy on my soul.

    2    Thy wondrous blood, dear dying Christ,
        Can make this world of guilt remove;
        And thou canst bear me where thou fliest,
        On thy kind wings, celestial Dove.

    3    [O might I once mount up and see
        The glories of the eternal skies,
        What little things these worlds would be;
        How despicable to my eyes.]

    4    Had I a glance of thee, my God,
        Kingdoms and men would vanish soon;
        Vanish as though I saw them not,
        As a dim candle dies at noon.

    5    Then they might fight, and rage, and rave,
        I should perceive the noise no more
        Than we can hear a shaking leaf,
        While rattling thunders round us roar.

    6    Great All in All, eternal King!
        Let me but view thy lovely face,
        And all my powers shall bow and sing
        Thy endless grandeur and thy grace.

    481    L.M.    Isaac Watts
    The Sight of God and Christ in Heaven. Col. 3. 4
    1    Descend from heaven, immortal Dove,
        Stoop down and take us on thy wings,
        And mount and bear us far above
        The reach of these inferior things;

    2    Beyond, beyond this lower sky,
        Up where eternal ages roll,
        Where solid pleasures never die,
        And fruits immortal feast the soul.

    3    O for a sight, a pleasing sight,
        Of our almighty Father’s throne;
        There sits our Saviour crowned with light,
        Clothed in a body like our own.

    4    [Adoring saints around him stand,
        And thrones and powers before him fall;
        The God shines gracious through the Man,
        And sheds sweet glories on them all.

    5    O what amazing joys they feel,
        While to their golden harps they sing
        And sit on every heavenly hill,
        And spread the triumphs of their King!]

    6    When shall the day, dear Lord, appear,
        That I shall mount to dwell above,
        And stand and bow amongst them there
        And view thy face, and sing thy love?

    482    L.M.    Gospel Mag., 1796
    The Believer’s Treasure. Col. 1. 5, 6; Matt. 6. 20, 21
    1    In heaven my choicest treasure lies,
        My hopes are placed above the skies;
        ’Tis Christ, the bright and Morning Star,
        Draws my affections from afar.

    2    O that my anxious mind were free
        From this vile tenement of clay,
        That I might view the immortal Word,
        And live and reign with Christ my Lord.

    3    Then should I see, and feel, and know,
        What ’tis to rest from sin and woe;
        And all my soul be tuned to sing
        The praises due to Christ my King.

    4    [Hail, blessed time! Lord, bid me come,
        And enter my celestial home,
        And drown the sorrows of my breast,
        In seas of unmolested rest.]

    483    7.6.    Gospel Mag., 1801
    The Christian’s Prospect of Heaven. John 14. 3
    1    Yes, I shall soon be landed
            On yonder shores of bliss
        There, with my powers expanded,
            Shall dwell where Jesus is.

    2    Yes, I shall soon be seated,
            With Jesus on his throne,
        My foes be all defeated,
            And sacred peace made known.

    3    With Father, Son and Spirit,
            I shall for ever reign,
        Sweet joy and peace inherit,
            And every good obtain.

    4    I soon shall reach the harbour,
            To which I speed my way,
        Shall cease from all my labour,
            And there for ever stay.

    5    Sweet Spirit, guide me over
            This life’s tempestuous sea;
        Keep me, O holy Lover,
            For I confide in thee.

    6    O that in Jordan’s swelling
            I may be helped to sing,
        And pass the river, telling
            The triumphs of my King.

    484    8.3.    J. Hart
    The Saint’s Inheritance. 2 Cor 7. 1; 1 Pet. 1. 4
    1    Perfect holiness of spirit,
                Saints above, full of love,
            With the Lamb inherit.

    2    This inheritance, believer,
                Faith alone makes thy own,
            Safe and sure for ever.

    3    True, ’twas thine from everlasting,
                But the bliss of it is
            Known to thee by tasting.

    4    Though thou here receive but little;
                Scarce enough for the proof
            Of thy proper title;

    5    Urge thy claim through all unfitness;
                Sue it out, spurning doubt;
            The Holy Ghost’s thy witness.

    6    Cite the will of his own sealing;
                Title good, signed with blood,
            Valid and unfailing.

    7    When thy title thou discernest,
                Humbly then sue again
            For continual earnest

    485    7s    C. Wesley
    The Resurrection. 1 Cor. 15. 20, 55; Matt. 28. 2-7
        1    Christ, the Lord, is risen today,
            Sons of men and angels say,
            Raise your joys and triumphs high;
            Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply.

        2    Love’s redeeming work is done;
            Fought the fight, the battle won.
            Lo! the sun’s eclipse is o’er;
            Lo! he sets in blood no more!

        3    Vain the stone, the watch, the seal;
            Christ has burst the gates of hell;
            Death in vain forbids his rise;
            Christ has opened paradise.

        4    Lives again our glorious King;
            Where, O Death, is now thy sting?
            Once he died our souls to save;
            Where’s thy victory, boasting Grave?

        5    [Soar we now where Christ has led,
            Following our exalted Head;
            Made like him, like him we rise;
            Ours the cross, the grave, the skies!]

        6    Hail! the Lord of earth and heaven!
            Praise to thee by both be given!
            Thee we greet, triumphant now!
            Hail! the Resurrection thou!

    486    C.M.    J. Hart
    Christ’s Resurrection. Matt. 20. 19; Luke 24. 2-7
    1    See from the dungeon of the dead,
            Our great Deliverer rise;
        While conquests wreathe his heavenly head,
            And glory glads his eyes.

    2    The struggling Hero, strong to save,
            Did all our miseries bear
        Down to the chambers of the grave,
            And left the burden there.

    3    [See, how the well-pleased angel rolls
            The stone, and opes the prison!
        Lift up your heads, ye sin-sick souls,
            And sing, The Lord is risen.]

    4    No more indictments justice draws;
            It sets the soul at large;
        Our Surety undertook the cause,
            And faith’s a full discharge.

    5    To save us, our Redeemer died;
            To justify us, rose;
        Where’s the condemning power beside
            Has right to interpose?

    6    The Lord is risen! thou trembling soul,
            Let fears no more confound!
        Let heaven and earth, from pole to pole,
            The Lord is risen resound!

    487    S.M.    J. Hart
    Christ’s Resurrection. Luke 24. 34; Ps. 16. 10; Acts 13. 34
    1        Christians, dismiss your fear;
            Let hope and joy succeed;
        The great good news with gladness hear,
            The Lord is risen indeed.

    2        The shades of death withdrawn,
            His eyes their beams display;
        So wakes the sun, when rosy dawn
            Unbars the gates of day.

    3        The promise is fulfilled;
            Salvation’s work is done;
        Justice with mercy’s reconciled,
            And God has raised his Son.

    4        He quits the dark abode,
            From all corruption free;
        The holy, harmless Child of God
            Could no corruption see.

    5        [Angels, with saints above,
            The rising Victor sing;
        And all the blissful seats of love
            With loud hosannas ring.

    6        Ye pilgrims, too, below,
            Your hearts and voices raise;
        Let every breast with gladness glow,
            And every mouth sing praise.]

    7        My soul, thy Saviour laud,
            Who all thy sorrows bore;
        Who died for sin, but lives to God,
            And lives to die no more.

    8        His death procured thy peace,
            His resurrection’s thine;
        Believe; receive the full release;
            ’Tis signed with blood divine.

    488    L.M.    J. Hart
    Christ’s Resurrection. Luke 24. 4-7; 1 Pet. 1. 3; Isa. 42. 21
    1    Uprising from the darksome tomb,
        See the victorious Jesus come;
        The Almighty Prisoner quits the prison,
        And angels tell, The Lord is risen.

    2    Ye guilty souls, that groan and grieve,
        Hear the glad tidings, hear and live!
        God’s righteous law is satisfied,
        And justice now is on your side.

    3    Your Surety, thus released by God,
        Pleads the rich ransom of his blood;
        No new demand, no bar remains,
        But mercy now triumphant reigns.

    4    Believers, hail your rising Head,
        The first-begotten from the dead;
        Your resurrection’s sure, through his,
        To endless life and boundless bliss!

    489    C.M.    J. Hart
    Christ’s Ascension. Luke 24. 51-53; Ps. 68. 18
    1    Now for a theme of thankful praise
            To tune the stammerer’s tongue;
        Christians, your hearts and voices raise,
            And join the joyful song.

    2    The Lord’s ascended up on high,
            Decked with resplendent wounds;
        While shouts of victory rend the sky,
            And heaven with joy resounds.

    3    See, from the regions of the dead,
            Through all the ethereal plains,
        The powers of darkness captive led,
            The dragon dragged in chains.

    4    Ye eternal gates, your leaves unfold!
            Receive the conquering King;
        Ye angels, strike your harps of gold;
            And saints, triumphant sing.

    5    Sinners, rejoice! he died for you;
            For you prepares a place;
        Sends down his Spirit to guide you through
            With every gift of grace.

    6    His blood, which did your sins atone,
            For your salvation pleads;
        And, seated on his Father’s throne,
            He reigns and intercedes.

    490    7s    J. Hart
    Christ’s Resurrection and Ascension. Acts 1. 9
        1    Jesus, our triumphant Head,
            Risen victorious from the dead,
            To the realms of glory gone,
            To ascend his rightful throne.

        2    Cherubs on the Conqueror gaze;
            Seraphs glow with brighter blaze;
            Each bright order of the sky
            Hails him as he passes by.

        3    [Saints the glorious triumph meet,
            See their enemies at his feet!
            By his scars his toils are viewed,
            And his garments rolled in blood.]

        4    [Heaven its King congratulates;
            Opens wide her golden gates;
            Angels songs of victory sing;
            All the blissful regions ring.]

        5    Sinners, join the heavenly powers,
            For redemption all is ours;
            None but burdened sinners prove
            Blood-bought pardon, dying love.

        6    Hail, thou dear, thou worthy Lord;
            Holy Lamb, incarnate Word!
            Hail, thou suffering Son of God!
            Take the trophies of thy blood.

    491    8.7.    J. Hart
    Christ’s Resurrection and Ascension. Rev. 1. 8-18; Isa. 25. 8; Matt. 25. 31-41
    1    Pleased we read in sacred story,
            How our Lord resumed his breath;
        Where’s, O Grave, thy conquering glory?
            Where’s thy sting, thou phantom Death?
        Soon thy jaws, restrained from chewing,
            Must disgorge their ransomed prey;
        Man first gave thee power to ruin;
            Man, too, takes that power away.

    2    I am Alpha, says the Saviour,
            I Omega likewise am!
        I was dead and live for ever,
            God Almighty and the Lamb.
        In the Lord is our perfection,
            And in him our boast we’ll make;
        We shall share his resurrection,
            If we of his death partake.

    3    Ye that die without repentance,
            Ye must rise when Christ appears;
        Rise to hear your dreadful sentence,
            While the saints rejoice in theirs:
        You to dwell with fiends infernal,
            They with Jesus Christ to reign;
        They go into life eternal,
            You to everlasting pain.

    492    L.M.    J. Hart
    Christ’s Resurrection and Ascension. Heb. 2. 14; Eph. 4. 8; 1 Cor. 15. 54
    1    Ye Christians, hear the joyful news,
        Death has received a deadly bruise;
        Our Lord has made his empire fall,
        And conquered him that conquered all.

    2    Though doomed are all men once to die,
        Yet we by faith death’s power defy;
        We soon shall feel his bands unbound,
        Awakened by the Archangel’s sound.

    3    The trump of God shall rend the rocks,
        And open adamantine locks;
        Come forth the dead from death’s dark dome,
        And Jesus call his ransomed home.

    493    8.7.4.    J. Cennick, C. Wesley and M. Madan
    The Second Coming of Christ. Rev. 1. 7
    1    Lo! he comes, with clouds descending,
            Once for favoured sinners slain,
        Thousand, thousand saints attending,
            Swell the triumph of his train,
                    And with pleasure,
            Magnify his awful name!

    2    Every eye shall now behold him,
            Robed in dreadful majesty;
        Those who set at nought and sold him,
            Pierced and nailed him to the tree,
                    Deeply wailing,
            Shall the true Messiah see.

    3    Every island, sea, and mountain –
            Heaven and earth, shall flee away;
        All who hate him must, confounded,
            Hear the trump proclaim the day;
                    Come to judgment!
            Come to judgment! come away!

    4    Now redemption, long expected,
            See in solemn pomp appear!
        All his saints, by man rejected,
            Now shall meet him in the air!
            See the day of God appear!

    494    148th    R. Burnham
    “The Son of Man shall come.” Matt. 25. 31-46
    1        On yonder glorious height,
            King Jesus does appear,
            Upon the judgment-seat,
            With millions at his bar;
        Behold the awful Judge is come,
        To fix their everlasting doom.

    2        Sinners must now come forth
            And stand before the Lord,
            Whose word they scorned on earth,
            Whose children they abhorred;
        Then speaks the Judge, “Ye sinners, go
        From my blest face to endless woe.”

    3        But now, my soul, behold
            That host at his right hand;
            O see the blood-washed world
            Boldly before him stand;
        How pleased they look, how bright they shine,
        While Jesus cries, “These, these are mine!”

    4        “These are my holy race;
            These did resound my fame;
            These prized redeeming grace;
            These loved and feared my name;
        And these shall now ascend with me
        To mansions of eternal day.”

    495    8.7.4.    J. Swain
    Coming of Christ to Judgment. Matt. 25. 31-46
    1    Lo! he comes, arrayed in vengeance,
            Riding down the heavenly road;
        Floods of fury roll before him;
            Who can meet an angry God?
                    Tremble, sinners;
            Who can stand before his rod?

    2    Lo! he comes in glory shining;
            Saints, arise and meet your King!
        “Glorious Captain of Salvation,
            Welcome, welcome,” hear them sing!
                    Shouts of triumph
            Make the heavens with echoes ring.

    3    Now, despisers, look and wonder!
            Hear the dreadful sound, “Depart!”
        Rattling like a peal of thunder,
            Through each guilty rebel’s heart!
                    Lost for ever!
            Hope and sinners here must part.

    4    [Still they hear the dreadful sentence;
            Hell resounds the dreadful roar;
        While their heart-strings rend with anguish,
            Trembling on the burning shore;
                    Justice seals it;
            Down they sink to rise no more.

    5    How they shrink with horror, viewing
            Hell’s deep caverns opening wide;
        Guilty thoughts, like ghosts, pursuing,
            Plunge them down the rolling tide!
                    Now consider,
            Ye who scorn the Lamb that died.]

    6    Hark! ten thousand harps resounding!
            Formed in bright and grand array;
        See the glorious armies rising,
            While their Captain leads the way;
                    Heaven before them,
            Opens an eternal day.

    496    8.7.4.    John Newton
    Day of Judgment. Matt. 12. 36; 25. 31-46
    1    Day of judgment, day of wonders!
            Hark! the trumpet’s awful sound,
        Louder than a thousand thunders,
            Shakes the vast creation round!
                    How the summons
            Will the sinner’s heart confound!

    2    See the Judge our nature wearing,
            Clothed in Majesty divine;
        You who long for his appearing,
            Then shall say, “This God is mine!”
                    Gracious Saviour,
            Own me in that day for thine.

    3    [At his call the dead awaken,
            Rise to life from earth and sea!
        All the powers of nature, shaken,
            By his looks, prepare to flee!
                    Careless sinner,
            What will then become of thee?

    4    Horrors, past imagination,
            Will surprise your trembling heart,
        When you hear your condemnation,
            “Hence! accursèd wretch, depart!
                    Thou with Satan
            And his angels have thy part.”

    5    But to those who have confessèd,
            Loved, and served the Lord below,
        He will say, “Come near, ye blessed,
            See the kingdom I bestow;
                    You for ever
            Shall my love and glory know.”]

    6    Under sorrows and reproaches
            May this thought our courage raise;
        Swiftly God’s great day approaches;
            Sighs shall then be changed to praise!
                    We shall triumph
            When the world is in a blaze.

    497    50th    Isaac Watts
    The Last Judgment. 1 Thess. 4. 16, 17; Ps. 1. 5
1    The God of glory sends his summons forth,
Calls the south nations and awakes the north;
>From east to west his sovereign orders spread,
Through distant worlds, and regions of the dead
The trumpet sounds; hell trembles, heaven rejoices;
Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.

2    No more shall Atheists mock his long delay;
His vengeance sleeps no more, behold the day!
Behold, the Judge descends; his guards are nigh;
Tempests and fire attend him down the sky!
When God appears, all nature shall adore him;
While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him.

3    “Heaven, earth, and hell, draw near; let all things come
To hear my justice, and the sinner’s doom;
But gather first my saints,” the Judge commands;
“Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.”
When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion;
And shout, ye saints, he comes for your salvation.

4    “Behold! my covenant stands for ever good,
Sealed by the eternal sacrifice in blood,
And signed with all their names, the Greek, the Jew,
That paid the ancient worship, or the new.”
There’s no distinction here; join all your voices
And raise your heads, ye saints, for heaven rejoices.

5    “Here,” says the Lord, “ye angels, spread their thrones;
And near me seat my favourites, and my sons;
Come, my redeemed, possess the joys prepared
Ere time began – ’tis your divine reward;”
When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion;
And shout, ye saints, he comes for your salvation.

    498    C.M.    Isaac Watts
    Shortness of Life and Goodness of God. James 4. 14; Ps. 65. 11
    1    Time! what an empty vapour ’tis!
            And days how swift they are!
        Swift as an Indian arrow flies,
            Or like a shooting star.

    2    [The present moments just appear,
            Then slide away in haste,
        That we can never say, “They’re here,”
            But only say “They’re past.”]

    3    [Our life is ever on the wing,
            And death is ever nigh;
        The moment when our lives begin,
            We all begin to die.]

    4    Yet, mighty God! our fleeting days
            Thy lasting favours share;
        Yet with the bounties of thy grace,
            Thou load’st the rolling year.

    5    ’Tis sovereign mercy finds us food,
            And we are clothed with love;
        While grace stands pointing out the road
            That leads our souls above.

    6    His goodness runs an endless round;
            All glory to the Lord!
        His mercy never knows a bound;
            And be his name adored.

    7    Thus we begin the lasting song,
            And, when we close our eyes,
        Let the next age thy praise prolong
            Till time and nature dies.

    499    S.M.    Samuel Medley
    New Year. Ps. 52. 1; 65. 11
    1        Great God! before thy throne
            We joyfully appear,
        In songs to make thy glories known,
            And thus begin the year.

    2        [What favours all divine;
            What mercies shall we share;
        What blessings all around us shine
            To open this new year!]

    3        Indulgent goodness spares
            And still preserves us here,
        And bounty all divine prepares
            Supplies for this new year.

    4        Our follies past forgive;
            Our souls divinely cheer;
        And help us more to thee to live,
            Dear Lord, in this new year.

    5        Prepare us for thy will,
            Whatever may appear;
        And let thy loving-kindness still
            Preserve us through the year.

    6        Confirm our souls in thee,
            In faith and holy fear;
        And let a precious Jesus be
            Our song through all the year.

    500    8.7.    John Newton
    The Favour of the Trinity Desired. 2 Cor. 13. 14
    1    May the grace of Christ, our Saviour,
            And the Father’s boundless love,
        With the Holy Spirit’s favour,
            Rest upon us from above.
        Thus may we abide in union
            With each other and the Lord;
        And possess, in sweet communion,
            Joys which earth cannot afford.