Each night we'll lean our weary head On his paternal breast, And safely folded in his arms, Resign our powers to rest. There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads; A place than all beside more sweet: It is the blood-bought mercy-seat. There is a scene where spirits blend, Whelie friend holds fellowship with friend; Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy-seat.
Or how the hosts of hell defeat, Had suffering saints no mercy-seat? There, there on eagles' wings we soar, And sin and sense molest no more; And heaven comes down our souls to greet, Where glory crowns the mercy-seat. Open, Lord, the crystal fountain Whence the healingr waters flow; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through: Strong Deliverer, Be thou still my strength and shield. When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside; Bear me through the swelling current, Land me safe on Canaan's side: Songs of praises I will ever give to thee.
An Evening lpsalm. I pay this evening sacrifice, And when my work is done, Great God, my faith, my hope relies Upon thy grace alone. Thus with my thoughts comnposed to peace, I'll give mine eyes to sleep; Thy hand in safety keeps my days; And will my slumbers keep. L our way, Fed and sustained us day by day; In thee we move: O may thy mercies, Lord, inspire Our hearts with gratitulde, and fire Our souls with love. GoD is the refuge of his saints, When storms of sharp dis e ss invade; Ere awe can offer our compliailts, Behold him present with his aid.
Let mountains from their seats be hurled Dowvn to the deep, and buried there; Convulsions shake the solid world; Our faith shall never yield to fear. Loud may the troubled ocean roarIn sacred peace our souls abide; While every nation, every shore, Trembles and dreads the swelling tide. There is a stream whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God; Life, love, and joy, still gliding through, And waeuring our divine abode. That sacred stream, thy holy word, Our grief allays, our fear controls; Sweet peace thy promises afford, And give new strength to fainting souls.
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A people saved and called to be Peculiar to the Lord I Thy shield, he guards thee from the foe; Thy sword, he fights thy battles too, Himself thy great reward. Fear not, though many should oppose, For God is stronger than thy foes, And makes thy cause his own; The promised land before thee lies, Go and possess the glorious prize, Reserved for thee alone. In glory there the King appears, He wipes away his people's tears, And makes their sorrows cease; From toil and strife they there repose, And dwell, secure from all their foes, In everlasting peace.
Fair emblem of a better rest, Of which believers are possessed Beyond material space; Methinks I see the heavenly shore Where sin and sorrow are no more, And long to reach the place. Nor snall I always absent be From him my soul desires to see. X will fear no QEvil. Smooth let it be or rough, It will be still the best; Winding or straight, it matters not, It leads me to thy rest. The kingdom that I seek Is thine, so let the way That leads to it be thine, Else I must surely stray.
Take thou my cup, and it With joy or sorrow fill; As best to thee may seem: Choose thou my good and ill. Not mine, not mine the choice, In things or great or small; Be thou my guide, my strength, My wisdom and my all.! Ah, these are of a royal line, All children of a king, Heirs of immortal crowns divine, And lo I for joy they sing.
Why lo they then appear so mean, And why so much despised? But some of them seem poor, distressed, And lacking daily bread? Yet they're of boundless wealth possessed, With hidden manna fed. Because that is the road to death, The open way to hell. But why keep they that narrow road, That rugged, thorny maze?
Why that's the way their Leader trod They love to keep his ways. What, is there then no other road To Salem's happy ground? Christ is the only way to God, No other can be found. SING with me I sing with me! Weeping brethren, sing with me! For now an open heaven I see, And a crown of glory laid for me. Sing with me! When from the dust of earth I rise To claim my mansion in the skies; E'en then shall this be all my plea, " Jesus hath lived and died for me.
Fully absolved through thee I am, From sin and fear, from guilt and shame. Thus Abraham, the friend of God, Thus all the armies bought with blood, Saviour of sinners thee proclaim,Sinners, of' whom the chief I am. Lord, I believe thy precious blood, Which at the mercy-seat of God For ever doth for sinners plead, For me, e'en for my soul was shed.
Lord, I believe were sinners more Than sands upon the ocean shore, Thou hast for all a ransom paid, For all a filll atonement made. This spotless robe the same appears When ruined nature sinks in years; No age can change its glorious hue, The grace of Christ is ever new. Should earth against my soul engage, And hellish darts be hurled, Tlhllan I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning worff. There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.
Help us, with all thy children here, To fight and flee with holy far; Flee from temptation, and to fight With thine own weapons for' the right; Amen, amen, so let it be! So shall we ever sing to thee, Hallelujah! The l tbler 6ibe uorban. DARK and thorny is the desert Through which pilgrims mralre their way; Yet beyond this vale of sorrow Lie the fields of endless day: Fiends, loud howling through the desert, Make them tremble as they go, And the fiery darts of Satan Often bring their courage low. O young soldiers, are you weary Of the roughness of the way?
Does your strength begin to fail you, And your vigour to decay? Jesus, Jesus will go with you; He will lead you to his tl:lrone; He who dyed his garments for you, And the wine-press trod alone:. Round him are ten thousand angels, Ready to obey command; They are always hovering round you, Till you reach the heavenly land. There, on flowery hills of pleasure, Lie the fields of endless rest; Love, and joy, and peace for ever Reign and triumph in your breast.. Who can paint the scene of glory Where the ransomed dwell on high?
They on golden harps for ever Sound redemption through the sky. There's a million flaming seraphs Fly across the heavenly plain; There they sing immortal praises: Glory, glory is their strain. But methinks a sweeter concert Makes the heavenly arches ring; And the song is heard in Zion, Which the angels cannot sing. O their crowns! Arib 5se 1 dine. Cheerful in God, Arise and shine, While rays divine Stream all abroad. He gilds thy mourning face With beams that cannot fade; His all-resplendent grace He pours around thy head: The nations round, Thy form shall view, With lustre new Divinely crowned.
In honour to his name Reflect that sacred light, And loud that grace proclaim, Which makes thy darkness bright: Pursue his praise, Till sovereign love, In worlds above, The glory raise. JESUS shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more. There Persia, glorious to behold, There India, shines in eastern gold; And barbarous nations at his word Submit, and bowv, and own their Lord.
For him shall endless prayer be made, And princes throng to crown his head; HIis name, like sweet perfunle, slhall rise With every morning sacrifice. Blessings abound where'er he reigns; The prisoner leaps to lose his chains; The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest.
Where he displays his healing power, Death and the curse are known no more; In him the tribes of Adam boast More blessings than their father lost. Let every creature rise, and bring Peculiar honours to our King; Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the loud Amen. Sing of his dying love; Sing of his rising power; Sing, how he intercedes above For those whose sins he bore.
Sing on your heavenly way, Ye ransomed sinners, singl Sing on, rejoicing every day, In Christ th' exalted King. Soon shall we hear him say, "Ye bless6d children, come;" Soon will he call us hence away, And take his wanderers home. Soon shall our raptured tongue His endless praise proclaim, And sweeter voices tune the song Of Moses and the Lamb. HAIL, sovereign love, that first began The scheme to rescue fallen man I Hail, matchless, free, eternal grace, That gave my soul a hiding-place I Against the God that rules the sky I fought with hand uplifted high; Despised his rich abounding grace, Too proud to seek a hiding-place.
But thus th' eternal counsel ran,' Almighty love-arrest that man:" I felt the arrows of distress, And found I had no hiding-place. Indignant justice stood in view, To Sinai's fiery mount I flew; But justice cried, with frowning face, " This mountain is no hiding-place. On him almighty vengeance fell That must have sunk a world to hell; He bore it for the chosen race, And so became their hiding-place. Should storms of sevenfold vengeance roll, And shake the globe from pole to pole, No flaming bolt shall daunt my face, For Jesus is my hiding-place.
A few more rolling suns, at most, Will land me safe on Clanaan's coast, Where I shall sing the song of grace, And see my glorious hiding-place. O bless the Lord, my soul! Nor let his mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness, And without praises die. He crowns thy life with love, When ransomed from the grave; He that redeemed my soul from hell, Hath sovereign power to save. He fills the poor with good, He gives the sufferer rest; The Lord hath judgments for the proud, And justice for th' opprest.
Then tune every string To Jesus's name! With angels we'11 sing The song of the Lamb: Thee, every believer Shall joyfully praise, Thou bountiful giver Of glory and grace. Sweet is the day of sacred rest; No mortal cares shall seize my breast: O anl:y my heart in tune be found, Lilke David's harp of solemn sound I TMy heart shall triumph in my Lord, Andl bless his works, and bless his word; Tlhy wo!
How deep thy counsels, how divine! Fools never raise their thoughts so high; Likieo brutes they live, like brutes they die; Lile grass they flourish, till thy breath Blasts them in everlasting death. But I shall share a glorious part, When grace hath well refined my heart; And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil, to cheer my head. Sin, my worst enemy before, Shall vex my eyes and ears no more; My inward foes shall all be slain, Nor Satan break my peace again.
Love's redeeming work is done I The battle's fought, the victory won! Lo, the sun's eclipse is o'er; Lo, he sets in blood no more. Vain the stone, the watch, the sealChrist has burst the gates of hell; Death in vain forbids his rise; Christ has opened Paradise.
Lives again our glorious King, " Where, 0 death, is now thy sting? They see thy power and glory there As I have seen them too; They read, they hear, they join in prayer, As I was wont to do. They sing thy deeds, as I have sung, In sweet and solemn lays; Were I among them, my glad tongue Might learn new themes of praise. For thou art in the midst to teach, When on thy name they call; And thou hast blessings, Lord, fci eachHIast blessings, Lord, for all. I, of such fellowship bereft, In spirit turn to thee; Oh hast thou not a blessing left, A blessing, Lord, for me?
The dew lies thick on all the ground; Shall my poor fleece be dry? The manna rains from heaven around; Shall I of hunger die? To faith reveal the things unseen, To hope the joys untold; Let love, without a veil between, Thy glory now behold. O make thy face on me to shine, That doubt and fear may cease; Lift up thy countenance benign On me, and give me peace.
None upon rartlt becire b[csibce lje. How tedious and tasteless the hourns When Jesus no longer I see; Sweet prospects, sweet birds, andi sweet flowers, Have lost all their sweetness to me: The midsummer sun shines but dim, The fields strive in vain to look gayv, But when I am happy in him, December's as pleasant as May.
His name yields the richest perfulme, And sweeter than music his voice;. Content with beholding his face, My all to his pleasure resigned, No changes of season or place Would make any change in my mind: While blest with a sense of his love, A palace a toy would appear, And prisons would palaces prove, If Jesus would dwell with me there. Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, If thou art my sun and my song, Say, why do I languish and pine, And wvhy are my winters so long?
O 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. In time, and to eternity,'Tis with the righteous well. Hallelujah I. Hallelujah I Tenderly he watches from on high With an unwearied eye; He comforts and sustains In all their fears and pains. Hallelujah I Through the parched desert he will guide To the green fountain-side; Through the dark, stormy night. To a calm land of light.
Hallelujah I Yes I his "little flock" are ne'er forgot; His mercy changes not; Our home is safe above, Within his arms of love. Hallelujah I f1J a i t. THE saints should never be dismayed, Nor sink in hopeless fear; For when they least expect his aid, The Saviour will appear. Yo- 1ir,:! Wlhen Jonah sunk beneath the wave, oi u tlloght to rise no more; But God' prepared a fish to save, Andi lear him to the shore. Bles: -dl proofs of power and grace divine Tll;at;aieet us in his word I May every deep-felt care of mine Be t lsted with the Lord.
Wait flo his seasonable aid, Andl though it tarry, wait: The promnise may be long delayed, But cannot come too late. Soulcz of my life's refreshing springs, Wlhose presence in my heart sustains me, Thy love appoints me plemasant things, Thy mlercy orders all that pains me. Well may thy own beloved, who see In all their lot their Father's pleasure, Bear loss of all they love, save thee, Their living, everlasting Treasure.
Well may thy happy children cease From restless wishes, prone to sin, And, in thy own exceeding, peace Yield to thy daily discipline. We need as much the cross we bear, As air we breathe-as light we see; It draws us to thy side in prayer, It binds us to our strength in thee.
THou restless soul I How long wilt thou torment me? And when shall I prevent thee? Be still, and yield to my control. How long shall thoughts of care So wander here and there? Now on my Saviour all thy burdens roll. When back again Storms come to try their power Lord Jesus, in that hour So thou wilt at my side remain, I wil!
I look to thee; Help thou my weak believing, All help from thee receiving, So shall my trust rise up to thee With every weary breath; And when thou sendest death, Then, O; my God, thine own I'11 ever be. ALL people thelt on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice; Him serve with mirth, his praise forth tell; Come ye before him and rejoice. For why? Praising fi m. Wao sings with such rejoicing, In tones so loud and sweet?
A lamb from Jesus' pasture, A soul at Jesus' feet: A sinner who through favour Is counted as a child, When he had long lamented His heart all sin-defiled. Here am I ever blessed, Here ever satisfied; The joys cannot be numbered That grow on every side:. For this I love and praise him, And tell it unto all; I will gladly do or suffer As I hear my Jesus call: And when my foes come round me, They cannot stop my song; His love doth never fail me, And joy doth make me strong. Come here, all earth's proud children, Here is eternal good! Come here, ye needy sinners, Here is reviving food!
Parents I had, but where are they? Friends whom I knew I know no more; Companions, once that cheered my way, Have dropped behind or gone before. Now I am one amidst a crowd Of life and action hurrying round; Now left alone-for, like a cloud, They came, they went, and are not found. Even from myself I sometimes part: Uncon-scious sleep is nightly death; Yet su: 4ly by my couch thou art, To prompt my pulse, inspire my breath.
Witlh thee they live-thou know'st them all. Thou hast been with me from the womb, Witness to every conflict here; Nor wilt thou leave me at the tombBefore thy bar I must appear. The moment comes-the only one Of all my time to be foretold; Yet when, and how, and where, can none Among the race of men unfold. Alone with thee! Then, when the unbodied spirit lands Where flesh and blood hath never trod, And in the unveiled presence stands, Of thee, my Saviour and my God, Be mine eternal portion this, Since thou wert always here with me, That I may view thy face in bliss, And be for evermore with thee.
My feet shall never slide, And fall in fatal snares,. 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. Hast thou not given thy word To save my soul from death And I can trust my Lord To keep my mortal breath: I'11 go and come, Nor fear to die, Till from on high Thou call me home. From dangerous snares he saves; Where'er he bids me go, He checks the storms and calms the waver Nor lets aught work me woe.
Nought have I of mine ownn, Nought in the life I lead: What Christ hath given me, that alone Is worth all love indeed. His Spirit in me dwells, O'er all my mind he reigns, All care and sadness he dispels, And soothes away all pains; He prospers, dlay by day, His work within my heart, TilL I have strengthl andcl ihth to says Thou, God, my Father art! He whispers in my breast Sweet words of holy cheer, How he who seeks in God his rest, Shall ever find him near; How God hath built above A city fair and new, Where eye and heart shall see and prove What faith hath counted true.
There is prepared on high My heritage, my lot; Though here on earth I fail and die, My heaven shall fail me not. Though here my days are dark, And oft my tears must rain, Where'er my Saviour's light I mark, All things grow bright again. Who joins him to that Lord Whom Satan flies and hates, Shall find himself despised, abhorred; For him the burden waits. At cost of all I have, At cost of life and limb, I cling to God, who yet shall save, I will not turn from him.
The world may fail and flee, Thou standest fast for ever; Not fire, or sword, or plague, from thee My trusting soul shall sever. No hunger, and no thirst, No poverty or pain, Let mighty princes do their worst, Shall fiight me back again. No joys that angels know, No throne or wide-spread fame, No love or loss, no fear or woe, No grief of heart or shameMan cannot aught conceive Of pleasure or of harm, That e'er could tempt my soul to leave Her refuge in thine arm.
My heart for gladness springs, It cannot more be sad, Tas finished,'tis done, the spirit is fled; The pris'ner is gone, the Christian is dead; The Christian is living, through Jesus's love, And gladly receiving a kingdom above. T'i'en let us record the conquering name; Olr Captain and Lord with shoutings proclaim; Who trust in his passion, and follow our Head, To certain salvation we all shall be led. Coriol, Lord, and display thy sign in the sky, And bear us away to mansions on high: The kingdom be given, the purchase divine, And crown us in heaven eternally thine.
Come on! Like children if we be, We shall that glory see, Then death is only entrance there. Now sleep, sleep soft, and fear thou nought, The judgment hath no dread; Safe in the grave's dark night Death cannot thee affright, Jesus himself doth watch thy bed. The present moment flies, And bears our life away; O make thy servants truly wise, That they may live to-day. Since on this winged hour Eternity is hung, Waken, by thine almighty power, The aged and the young. One thing demands our care; 0 be it still pursued!
Lest, slighted once, the season fair Should never be renewed. To Jesus may we fly Swift as the morning light, Lest life's young golden beams should die In sudden, endless night. O that my God would grant me grace To know and do his will. O send thy Spirit down to write Thy law upon my heart! Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, Nor act the liar's part. From vanity turn off my eyes; Let no corrupt design, Nor covetous desires, arise Within this soul of mine.
Order my footsteps by thy word, And. My soul hath gone too far astray, My feet too often slip, Yet slae I've not forgot thy way, Restore thy wandering sheep. Make me to walk in thy commands,'Tis a delightful road; Nor let my head, or heart, or hands Offend against my God. Days, months, and years are rolling on, The soul neglected and undone. In painful cares, or empty joys, Our life its precious hours employs, Whllile death stands watching at our side, Eager to stop the living tide. WVas it for this, ye mortal race, Your Mlaker gave you here a place?
Was it for this his thoughts designed The frame of your immortal mind? For nobler cares, for joys sublime, He fashioned all the sons of time; Pilgrims on earth, but soon to be The heirs of immortality. This season of your being, know, Is given to you your seed to sow; Wisdom and folly's differing grain, In future worlds is bliss and pain.
Then let me every day review, Idle or busy, search it through; And while probation's minutes last, Let every day amend the past. God, your Maker, asks you why: God, who did your being give, Made you with himself to live; He the fatal cause demands; Asks the work of his own handsWhy, ye thankless creatures, why Will ye cross his love and die?
Sinners, turn-why will ye die? God, your Saviour, asks you why: He who did your souls retrieve, Died himself, that ye might live. Will ye let him die in vain? Crucify the Lord again? Why, ye ransomed sinners, why Will ye slight his grace, and die? God, the Spirit, asks you why: He who all your lives hath strove, Urged you to embrace his love; Will ye not his grace receive? Will ye still refuse to live? O ye dying sinners, why, Why will ye forever die? CAN sinners hope for heaven Who love this world so well? Or dream of future happiness While on the road to hell?
Shall they hosannas sing With an unhallowed tongue? Shall palms adorn the guilty hand Which does its neighbour wrong? Can sin's deceitful way Conduct to Zion's hill? Or those expect with God to reign, Who disregard his will? Thy grace, 0 God, alone, Can a good hope afford! The pardoned and renewed shall see The glory of the Lord. Xr avunw a ri. God saith to me, By his word and by his grace; Shows me where my rest shall be, Calls me on to view his face: When this word is in my heart Earth and I already part.
Heavenward shall death, at last, In his hand my spirit bear; Safe, at home, all troubles past, I shall reign for ever there I Jesus that same way hath gone, I with joy may follow on. Heavenward, ah heavenward I! This my daily choice shall be; Earth's sweet voices are unheard, I would heaven" glory see: Heavenward the waves I'll breast Till in heaven I am at rest. He came in tongues of living fiame, To teach, subdue; All powerful as the wind he came, As viewless too. He comes, his graces to impart; A willing guest, While he can find one humble heart Wherein to rest.
He breathes that gentle voice we hear, As breeze of even, That checks each fault, that calms each fear, And speaks of heaven. And all the good that we possess, His gift we own; Yea, every thought of holiness, And victory won. Spirit of purity and grace, Our weakness see; O make our hearts thy dwelling-places And worthier thee. GOD of the morn. But I shall rove, and lose the race, If God, my Sun, should disappear, And leave me in this world's wide maze To follow every wandering star.
Lord, thy commands are clean and pure, Enlightening our beclouded eyes; Thy threatenings just, thy promise sure, Thy gospel makes the simple wise. Give me thy counsel for my guide, And then receive me to thy bliss; All my desires and hopes beside Are faint and cold compared with this. If he a trifle shall command His creatures to fulfil,'Tis not a trifle to withstand Or counteract his will. Adam might think the thing but small, And ventured to transgress; But it produced a dreadful fall To all the human race. The prophet, unto Bethel sent With messages express, Was by a furious lion rent For eating at the place.
The man who did refuse to smite The prophet of the Lord, Was slain for his presumptuous slight Of the mysterious word. These may appear but little things To do, or not to do; But see what grievous evil springs'When not attended to. Our business is to learn to know Our great Redeemer's will, And with alacrity to go His pleasure to fulfil.
Whether the thing be great or small, It matters not to us; He is the Potter, and we all Are vessels for his use. To keep the lamp alive, With oil we fill the bowl;'Tis water makes the willow thrive, And grace that feeds the soul The Lord's unsparing hand Supplies the living stream; It is not at our own command, But still derived from him.
Retreat beneath his wings, And in his grace confide; This more exalts the King of kings Than all your work beside. In Jesus is our store: Grace issues from his throne; Whoever says, " I want no more," Confesses he has none. Oatnrbap Evening. Mercies, multiplied each hour, Through the week our praise demand;. Though ungrateful we have been, Only made returns of sin.
While we pray for pardoning grace Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show thy reconciled face; Shine away our sin and shame. From our worldly care set free, May we rest this night with thee. When the morn shall bid us rise, May we feel thy presence near! May thy glory meet our eyes When we in thy house appear I There afford us, Lord, a taste Of our everlasting feast. May thy gospel's joyful sound Conquer sinners, comfort saintsMake the fruits of grace abound; Bring relief for all complaints: Thus may all our Sabbaths prove, Till we join the Church above I Thle f ortning of a 11orb's Mlap.
I've seen thy glory and thy power Through all thy temple shine; My God, repeat that heavenly hour That vision so divine! Not all the blessings of a feast Can please my soul so well As when thy richer grace I taste, And in thy presence dwell. Not life itself, with all her joys, Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As thy forgiving love.
Thus till my last expiring day I'll bless my God and King; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing. Clue Otrrnal 6abbatl. No more fatigue, no more distress, Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place; No groans to mingle with the songs Which warble from immortal tongues. No rude alarms of raging foes; No cares to break the long repose; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon. I know unto whom I flee When all else totters and falls; Who heareth my trembling calls, And reacheth his hand to me.
He will dry away my tears, So comforting and so kind I And in him my restless mind Shall be still through endless yearsl I know by whom I shall rise When I am glorified; I shall stand at Jesus' side, With a life that never dies. The mountains melt away When once the Judge appears,. Their harmony shall sound Through my attentive ears, When thunders cleave the ground, And dissipate the spheres;'Midst all the shock Of that dread scene, I stand serene, Thy word my rock. To one thy grave unearthly truths A heavenly vision seem; While to another's eye they are A superstitious dream.
To one the deepest doctrines look So naturally true, That when he learns the lesson first He hardly thinks it new. O gift of gifts! My God! There was a place, there was a time, Whether by night or day, Thy Spirit came and left that gift, And went upon his way. How many hearts thou mightst have had More innocent than mine! Ah Grace! How will they die, how will they die, How bear the cross of grief, Who have not got the light of faith, The courage of belief? The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross, Seem trifles less than light,Earth looks so little and so low When faith shines full and bright.
Of so divine a guest Unworthy though I be; Yet hath my heart no rest Until it come to thee! How shall he meet that dreadful day? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flanming heavens together roll; When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead: Oh on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay; Be thou, 0 Christ, the sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away. Without Power. How sad our state by nature is I Our sin how deep it stains I And Satan holds our captive minds Fast in his slavish chains.
But there's a voice of sovereign grace Sounds from the sacred word, Ho, ye despairing sinners, come, And trust upon the Lord. To the dear fountain of thy blood, Incarnate God, I fly; Here let me wash my spotted soul From crimes of deepest dye.
Stretch out thine arm, victorious King, My reigning sins subdue; Drive the old dragon from his seat, With his apostate crew. A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, On thy kind arms I fall; Be thou my strength and righteousness, My Jesus, and my all. Now, for the love I bear his name, What was my gain I count my loss; My former pride I call my shame, And nail my glory to his cross.
Wbat is pounr fife? TiiOU God of glorious majesty, To thee, against myself, to thee, A worm of earth, I cry; A half-awakened child of man, An heir of endless bliss or pain, A sinner born to die. Lo' on a narrow neck of land,'Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand, Secure, insensible; A point of time, a moment's space, Removes me to that heavenly place, Or shuts me up in hell. O God, my inmost soul convert, And deeply on my thoughtful heart Eternal things impress; Give me to feel their solemn weight, And tremble on the brink of fate, And wake to righteousness.
Be this my one great business here, With serious industry and fear Eternal bliss t' ensure; Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, And suffer all thy righteous will, And to the end endure. Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, Transported from this vale, to live And reign with thee above, Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope in full, supreme delight, And everlasting love.
A crowd of witnesses around Hold thee in filll survey; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. Not unto Uh. TmE countless multitude on high, Who tune their songs to Jesus' name, All merit of their own deny, And Jesus' worth alone proclaim. Firm, on the ground of sovereign grace, They stand before Jehovah's throne; The only song in that blest place Is, "Thou art worthy, thou alone.
Or wash away the stain. But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, Takes all our sins away; A sacrifice of nobler name, And richer blood, than they. My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. My soul looks back to see The burdens thou didst bear When hanging on the cursed tree, And hopes her guilt was there.
Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing his bleeding love. The worst of all diseases Is light compared with sin; On every part it seizes, But rages most within:'Tis palsy, plague, and fever, And madness-all combined; And none but a believer The least relief can find. From men great skill professing, I thought a cure to gain; But this proved more distressing, And added to my pain: Some said that nothing ailed me, Some gave me up for lost; Thus every refuge failed me, And all my hopes were crossed.
At length this great PhysicianHow matchless is his grace lAccepted my petition, And undertook my case: First gave me sight to view him, For sin my eyes had sealed, Then bade me look unto him: I looked. A dying, risen Jesus, Seen by the eye of faith,. Elhe New otvenant Oealeb. To this dear covenant of thy word I set my worthless name; I seal the engagement to my Lord, And make my humble claim. Thy light, and strength, and pardoning grace And glory shall be mine; My life and soul, my heart and flesh, And all my powers are thine. I call that legacy my own, Which Jesus did bequeath;'Twas purchased with a dying groan, And ratified in death.
Thou hast granted my request, Thou hast heard me: Thou didst note my working breast, Thou hast spared me, Wherefore with my utmost art I will sing thee, And the cream of all my heart I will bring thee. Though my sinnes against me cried, Thou didst clear me; And alone, when they replied, Thou didst heare me. Seven whole dayes, not one in seven, I will praise thee. In my heart, though not in heaven, I can raise thee.
Small it is, in this poore sort, To enroll thee: Even eternitie is too short To extoll thee. O MY soul, what means this sadness? Wherefore art thou thus cast down? Let thy griefs be turned to gladness; Bid thy restless fears be gone: Look to Jesus, And rejoice in his dear name. What though Satan's strong temptations Vex and grieve thee day by day; And thy sinful inclinations Often fill thee with dismay: Thou shalt conquer, Through the Lamb's redeeming blood.
Though ten thousand ills beset thee, From without and from within; Jesus saith he'1 ne'er forget thee, But will save from hell and sin: He is faithful To perform his gracious word. Let earth and skies reply; Praise ye his name: His love and grace adore, Who all our sorrows bore; Sing loud for evermore, Worthy the Lamb. Jesus, our Lord and God, Bore sin's tremendous load; Praise ye his name: Tell what his arm hath done, What spoils from death he won; Sing his great name alone: Worthy the Lamb.
Join, all ye ransomed race, Our holy Lord to bless; Praise ye his name: In him we will rejoice, And make a joyful noise, Shouting with heart and voice, Worthy the Lamb. What though we change our place, Yet we shall never cease Praising his name: To him our songs we bring, Hail him our gracious King, And without ceasing sing: Worthy the Lamb. Then let the hosts above, In realms of endless love, Praise his dear name: To him ascrib6d be Honour and majesty, Through all eternity: Worthy the Lamb.
How helpless guilty nature lies, Unconscious of its load I The heart, unchanged, can never rise To happiness and God. The will perverse, the passions blind, In paths of ruin stray; Reason, debased, can never find The safe, the narrow way. Can aught beneath a power divine The stubborn will subdue?
To chase the shades of death away, And bid the sinner live; A beam of heaven, a vital ray, Tis thine alone to give. O change these wretched hearts of ours, And give them life divine I Then shall our passions and our powers, Almighty Lord, be thine. Come in poverty and meanness, Come defiled, without, within; From infection and uncleanness, From the leprosy of sin, Wash your robes, and make them white: Ye shall walk with God in light.
Come, in sorrow and contrition. Wounded, impotent, and blind; Here the guilty, free remission, Here the troubled, peace may find; Health this fountain will restore, Hle that drinks shall thirst no more. He that drinks shall live forever;'Tis a soul-renewing flood: God is faithful —-od will never Break his covenant in blood; Signed when our Redeemer died, Sealed when he was glorified.
To Christ, the bleeding Lamb, My faith directs its eyes; Thou mayst reject that worthless thing, But not his sacrifice.
When he gave up his life The law was satisfied; And now to its severer claims, I answer, "Jesus died. Is not thy reign a reign of grace? A thousand times my tongue hath said, "Bought with a price, I'm not my own;" A thousand times my soul hath fled And sought relief before thy throne,. With fears that all experience past Has been delusive, false, and vain, I dread, lest falling short at last, I never shall the prize obtain. When to the cross I wish to fly, And see the blood of sprinkling flow, To Sinai's mount, not Calvary, A legal spirit bids me go.
Striving to stretch my withered arms, I fain would give myself away; But sins and guilt excite alarms, And check a near approach to thee. Show me a token, Lord, for good, And let me know that I am thine; Dispel my doubts, disperse the cloud, And on my soul benignant shine. Now let thy Spirit from above Bear witness to my troubled heart; Now shed abroad my Father's love, And filial confidence impart. At noon, beneath the Rock Of Ages rest and pray; Sweet is that shadow from the heat When the sun smites by day. At eve, shut to the door, Round the home altar pray, And finding there " the house of God," At "heaven's gate" close the day.
When midnight seals our eyes, Let each in spirit say, "I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord, With thee to watch and pray. IN themselves as weak as worms, How can poor believers stand, When temptations, foes, and storms Press them close on every hand? Weak, indeed, they feel they are, But they know the throne of grace; And the God who answers prayer Helps them when they seek his face. Though the Lord awhile delay, Succour they at length obtain; He who taught their hearts to pray Will not let them cry in vain.
Wrestling prayer can wonders do, Bring relief in deepest straits; Prayer can force a passage through Iron bars and brazen gates. Hezekiah, on his knees, Proud Assyria's host subdued; And when smitten with disease, Had his life by prayer renewed. Peter, though confined and chained, Prayer prevailed and brought him out; When Elijah prayed it rained, After three long years of drought. For the wonders he has wrought Let us now our praises give; And by sweet experience taught, Call upon him while we live. X4 C Afiot'tli ng i ght. As on drooping herb or flower Falls the soft, refreshing dew, Let thy Spirit's grace and power All our weary souls renew; Showers of blessing over all Softly fall!
Like the sun's reviving ray, May thy love, with tender glow, All our coolness melt away, Wasln and cheer us forth to go, Gladly serve thee and obey All the day I. Never leave us nor forsake: Keep us ever at thy side Till the eternal morning break; Moving on to Zion's hill, Hoinmevard still! Lead us all our days and years In thy straight and narrow way; Lead us through the vale of tears To the land of perfect day, Where thy people, fully blest, Safely rest I At f uening ime it htali be tigtlt.
WE journey through a vale of tears By many a cloud o'ercast; And wor:ldly cares and worldly fears Go with us to the last. Not to the last! Thy word hath said, Could we htut read aright, Poor pilgrim, lift in hope thy head; At eve it shall be light! Though earthborn shadows now may shroud Thy stormy path awhile; God's bless6d word can part each cloud, And bid the sunshine smile. When tempest clouds are dark on high, His bow of love and peace Shines sweetly in the vaulted skyA pledge that storms shall cease. Hold on thy way with hope unchilled, By faith and not by sight, And thou shalt own his word fulfilled; At eve it shall be light X e a e n.
But the good Spirit of the Lord Reveals a heaven to come: The beams of glory in his word, Allure and guide us home. Pure are the joys above the sky, And all the region peace; No wanton lips nor envious eye Can see or taste the bliss. He keeps the Father's book of life, There all their names are found; The hypocrite in vain shall strive To tread the heavenly ground. Sometimes temptations blow A dreadful hurricane, And high the waters flow, And o'er the sides break in; But still my little ship out-braves The blustering winds and surging waves.
When I, in my distress, My anchor, Hope, can cast Within the promises, It holds my vessel fast: Safely she then at anchor rides, Midst stormy blasts and swelling tides. But when a heavenly breeze Springs up and fills my sail, My vessel goes with ease Before the pleasant gale; And runs as much an hour or more As in a month or two before. Hid by the clouds from sight, The sun doth not appear; Nor can I in the night Behold the moon or stars; Sometimes for days and weeks, or more, I cannot see the sky and shore. Ere I can reach heaven's coast I must a gulf pass through, Which fatal proves to most, For all this passage go; But all death's waves can't me o'erwhelm, If God himself is at my helm.
As when the weary traveller gains The height of some o'erlooking hill, His heart revives, if'cross the plains He eyes his home, though distant still While he surveys the much-loved spot He slights the space that lies between; His past fatigues are now forgot, Beceause his journey's end is seen. Thus when the Christian pilgrim views By faith his mansion in the skies, The silght his fIinting strength renews, And wings his speed to reach the prize.
The thought of home his spirit cheers; No more he grieves for troubles past, Nor any future trial fears So he may safe arrive at last. THE hour, the hour, the parting hour That takes from this dark world its power, And lays at once the thorn and flower On the same withering bier, Wlmy soul I The hour that ends all earthly wvoes, And gives the wearied soul repose; How soft, how sweet that last long close Of mortal hope and fear, my soul! How sweet, while on this broken lyre The melodies of time expire, To feel it strung with chords of fire To praise the immortal One, my soul! And while our farewell tears w-e pou1 To those we leave on this cold shore, To feel that we shall weep no more, Nor dwell alone in heaven, my soul I How sweet, while waning fast away The stars of this dim world decay, To hail, prophetic of the day, The golden dawn arise, my soull.
The hour, the hour, so pure and calm, That bathes the wounded soul in balm, And round the pale broiw twines the palm That shuns this wintry clime, my soul I The hour that draws o'er earth and all Its briars and blooms the mortal pall; How soft, how sweet that, evening-fall Of fears, and grief, and time, my soul I 0 a b m i s i o n. BE still, my soul!
Be still, my soul! Be still, mr soul! Be still. HIe leads me to the place Where heavenly pasture grows; Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows. Whlile he affords his aid, I cannot yield to fear; Though I should walk through death's dark shade, My Shepherd's with me there. In spite of all my foes, Thou dlost my table spread; My cup with blessings overflows, And joy exalts my head.
The bounties of thy love Shall crown my following days; Nor fiomn thy house will I remove, Nor cease to speak thy praise. Notslin g t3hall 1unrt lou. DEAR Lord, thoughl bitter is, the cup Thy gracious hand pours out to me, I chleerfully will drink it up; That cannot hurt which comnes firom thee.
Dohrb, Lelvp FMe. THE way seems dark about me-overhead The clouds have long since met in gloomy spread, And when I looked to see the day break through, Cloud after cloud came up with volume new. And in that shadow I have passed along, Feeling myself grow weak as it grew strong, Walking in doubt, and searching for the way, And often at a stand-as now to-day.
And if before me on the path there lies A spot of brightness from imagined skies, Imagined shadows fall across it too, And the far future takes the present's hue. Perplexities do throng upon my sight, Like scudding fog-banks. Lord, I am not sufficient for these things, Give me the light that thy sweet presence brings; Give me thy grace, give me thy constant strengthLord, for my comfort now appear at length.
Because my will would cross some flowery plain Where thou hast thrown a hedge from side to side; And turneth fiom the stony walk of pain, Its trouble or its ease not even tried. If thus I trly to force my way along, The smoothest road encumbered is for me; For were I as an angel swift and strong, I could not go unless allowed by thee. And now I pray thee, Lord, to lead thy childPoor wretched wanderer from thy grace and loveWhatever way thou pleasest through the wild, So it but take her to thy home above.
JEsus, help conquer! My spirit is sinking, Deep waters of sorrow go over my head; Weeping, and trembling, And fearing, and shrinking, I watch for the dlay, and night cometh instead. Bitter the cup I am hourly drinkingHow thorny the path that I hourly tread I For, fainting and weary, Scarcely my hands can their weapons sustain; The way seems so desolate, Painful, and drearyHow shall I ever to heaven attain? Jesus, great Captain! If thou be not near me, How shall I ever the victory gain? Jesus, help conquer! Earth holds out her lure, And mortal affections yearn after the prize: Scar;cely my heart Can the struggle endure; Scarce can I lift up my tear-blinded eyes.
Jesus, Redeemer! Thy promise is sureSpeak to my spirit, and bid me arise. There is not an hour Of sorrow or joy but is ordered by thee; Thou dost cut down, TWho hast planted the flowerTempest or calm at thy bidding shall be. Look on my sorrow, And give me the power Humbly to wait till thou comfortest me. Lord, turn not away! See with what power the billows increase! Then shall my spirit Grow strong for the fray — Then shall my weary heart rest in thy peace. I cry unto thee! Hardly my heart its petitions can frame: All is so dark And so painful to me, All I can utter, sometimes, is thy name.
My portion now be, Though all else should change, be thou ever the same. O how shall words, with equal warmth, The gratitude declare That glows within my ravished heartl But thou canst read it there. Unnumbered comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart conceived From whom those comforts flowed.
When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, And led me up to man. Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, It gently cleared my way, And through the pleasing snares of vice, More to be feared than they. When worn with sickness, oft hast thou With health renewed my face, And when in sin and sorrow sunk, Revived my soul with grace.
Thy bounteous hand, with worldly bliss Has made my cup run o'er, And in a kind and faithful friend Has doubled all my store. Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ, Nor is the least a cheerful heart That tastes those gifts with joy. When nature fails, and day and night Divide thy works no more, My ever-grateful heart, 0 Lord, Thy mercy shall adore.
Through all eternity to thee A joyful song I'll raise; For oh! Grace first contrived a way To save rebellious man, And all the steps that grace display, Which drew the wondrous plan.
Grace taught my wandering feet To tread the heavenly road; And new supplies each hour I meet, While pressing on to God. Far over sea and land,'Tis our Lord's own command, Bear ye his name; Bear it to every shore, Regions unknown explore, Enter at every doorSilence is shame. Speed on the wings of love; Jesus, who reigns above, Bids us to fly: They who his message bear, Should neither doubt nor fear; He will their friend appear, He will be niglh. Ye, who forsaking all At your loved Master's call, Comforts resign; Soon will the work be done; Soon will the prize be won; Brighter than yonder sun Then shall ye shine.
LoRD, thou hast won, at length I yield; My heart, by mighty grace compelled, Surrenders all to thee; Against thy terrors long I strove, But who can stand against thy love? Love conquers evIen1 me. All that a wretch could do, I tried, Thy patience scorned, thy power defied, And trampled on thy laws; Scarcely thy martyrs, at the stake, Could stand more steadfast for thy sake Than I in Satan's cause. Canst thou for such a rebel plead? I wonder and adore I If thou hadst bid thy thunders roll, And lightnings flash to blast my soul, I still had stubborn been: But mercy has my heart subdued, A bleeding Saviour I have viewed, And now I hate my sin.
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Now, Lord, I would be thine alone; Come take possession of thine own, For thou lhast set me free; Released from Satan's hard command, See all my powers waiting stand, To be employed by thee. My will conformed to thine would move; On thee my hope, desire, and love, In fixed attention join; My hands, my eyes, my ears, my tongue, Have Saloan's servants been too long, But neow they shall be thine. An l can I be the very same Who lately durst blaspheme thy name, And on th! Surely each one who hears my case Will praise thee, an l confess thy grace Invincible indeed!
But God has breathed upon a worm, And sent me from above Wings such as clothe an angel's form, The wings of joy aInd love. With these to Pisgah's top I fly, And there delig'hted stand, To view beneath a shining sky The spacious promised hitd. The Lord of all the vast lonlain Has promised it to me: The lenoth and breadth of all the plain, As far as faith can see.
How glorious is my privilege! To thee for help I call; I stan l upon a mountain's edge, O save me, lest I fall! Not the labours of my hands Can fulfil thy law's demands: Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears forever flow; All for sin could not atone, Thou must save, and thou alone. While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eye-strings break in death; When I soar to worlds unknown, See thee on the judgment throne; Rock of ages, cleft for met Let me hide myself in thee. Straight I upbraid my wandering heart, And blush that I should ever be Thus prone to act so base a part, Or harbour one hard thought of thee Oh!
Sweet truth, and easy to repeat I But when my faith is sharply tried I find myself a learner yet, Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide. But O0 my Lord, one look from thee Subdues my disobedient will; Drives doubt and discontent away, And thy rebellious worm is still. Thou art as ready to forgive As I all ready to repine; Thou, therefobre, all the praise receive; Be shame and self-abhorrence mine. The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day, And there have I, as vile as he, Washed all my sins away.
Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more. E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing thy power to save; When this poor lisping stammering tong Lies silent in the grave.
MnDt orb anrb mi gob. But 0, what gentle terms What condescending ways Does our Redeemer use, To teach his heavenly grace I Mine eyes with joy And wonder see What forms of love He bears for me. I love my Shepherd's voice; His watchful eyes shall keep My wandering soul among The thousands of his sheep: Id'. Jesus, my great High Priest, Offered his blood and died; My guilty conscience seeks No sacrifice beside: His powerful blood Did once atone, And now it pleads Before the throne.
Not all that hell Or sin can say, Shall turn his heart, His love away.
Thine is the power; Behold I sit In willing bonds Beneath thy feet. A feeble saint Shall win the day, Though death and hell Obstruct the way. Should all the hosts of death, And powers of hell unknown, Put their most dreadful forms Of rage and mischief on; I shall be safeFor Christ displays Superior power, And guardian grace. Rememb er all thie tWay. THus fair my God hath led me on, And made his truth and mercy known; My hopes and fears alternate rise, And comforts mingle with my sighs. He lived in many places during his lifetime before moving to the Oregon coast.
Over the years, Ken spent more than 15 years teaching English in high schools and colleges. His ambition was to be a writer, and working as a photojournalist, he published articles in many national and regional magazines. After moving to the Oregon coast, Ken worked for the Lincoln City News Guard before retiring and spent the last years of his life working with photography, writing and doing lapidary work with stones.
Ken was a fine jazz pianist who loved art and literature. He was a fierce advocate for justice, especially on behalf those on the margins of society. All his life he was spiritual seeker who found solace in nature, and he was an avid backpacker in his younger years. As a former board member of Peace Village and Oregon Peaceworks, Ken was very active in the civil rights and antiwar movements and held many workshops on meditation and nonviolence.
He was a longtime member of the Lincoln City Congregational Church. He was pre-deceased by his older brother, John McCormack of Utah. Contact Us Send Flowers. Previous Next.