2 When tried with fierce temptations For this dark day of anguish shall 3 Be faithful to your calling, in Jesus He'll keep your feet from falling By night a fire shall guide you, and 4 And when you cross death's river, Then share immortal pleasure, in JOHN STAMP. 437. Tune Auld Lang Syne.' The Christian's Hope. 1 HAI AIL! sweetest, dearest tie, that Our glowing hearts in one; 4 438. 1 HAR I love Jesus. ARK! the gospel news is sound- Christ hath suffer'd on the tree; 2 Oh escape to yonder mountain, Hail! sacred hope, that tunes our 3 Grace is flowing like a river, minds Millions there have been supplied, Still it flows as fresh as ever, From the Saviour's wounded side. Christ alone shall be my portion, Soon we hope to meet above, Then we 'll bathe in the full ocean Of the great Redeemer's love. W. Sard 439. A Missionary Hymn. I The gospel of Christ I'd to sinners proclaim, 1 In far distant lands, I would tell of the Saviour, Where error, and darkness, and ignorance reigns; I'd cross the ocean, billows should bear me, Winds, ye should waft me far o'er the sea, I'd be a missionary, heathens should hear me Proclaim the glad tidings, that mercy is free. Christians, I'd leave you, nought should detain me, Brothers nor sisters should force me to stay, The love of my Saviour sweetly constrains me, If Christ bids me go then I gladly obey. Nothing should harm me, Christ should defend me, He'd crown the labours, the work of my hands; I'd be a missionary, Christ would attend me, Yes he 'd support me in far distant lands. 2 Who would not labour? this cause so glorious Demands great exertions, and calls forth my zeal; The gospel Jesus will prove all victorious, For all men shall hear it, and all hearts shall feel. The knowledge and glory of God far extending, Like the waves of the ocean, shall spread far and wide. I'd be a missionary, thousands at tending, Should flock to the Saviour who on Calvary died. Chorus. Hallelujah to Jesus who purges my dross, And cleanses my soul by the blood of the cross. 2 If riches entice thee, or pleasures decoy, Beware of their false fascinations of joy; Adieu! vain enchantments, I count you but dross, My hopes rest secure on the blood of the cross. 3 Though round me the storms of adversity roll, 4 5 6 Though the waves of destruction encompass my soul, In vain this frail vessel the tempest shall toss, My hopes rest secure on the blood of the cross. Then, Saviour, to thee I my spirit commend, And implore thee to pilot its course to the end; That when at thy bidding I yield up my breath, The blood of thy cross may refresh me in death. And when the last trumpet of judgment shall sound, And wake all the nations which sleep in the ground; Then, when earth and heaven are melting away, I'll sing of the blood of the cross in that day. And then with the ransomed, by Jesus my head, From fountain to fountain I then shall be led; I'll fall at his feet and his mercy adore, And sing of the blood of the cross Our souls are filled with dread, Until we hear the cheering sound, Fear not, there 's land ahead. 3 The winds they blow, and tempests The sky is overspread; 4 Midst rocks and quicksands of The stone is removed, lost is all that she loved, Ah! Mary, the Master is gone. 4 In vain was my care the perfumes to prepare, 5 We ofttimes heave the lead; 5 Sweet thought! it cheers each Why should we be afraid? 6 Far off it lies, with glory crown'd When we gain land ahead. 7 Then we our pension shall receive; An attempt to embalm him alone; Taken hence from my view, what, alas, shall I do? Ah! Mary, the Master is gone. Alas! 'tis in vain to seek ease in my pain, From a bosom as callous as stone; None on earth seems to calm with sweet sympathy's balm, My grief, for the Master is gone. Hallelujahs arise, and assist me ye skies, To rejoice with the Master that's mourn'd; Hence sorrow, hence care, to the wind with despair, Rabboni, the Master 's returned. 443. Tune Essex.' P.M. 1 JESUS died for all mankind 3 He hath all our sorrows borne, 4 Lo! at Pilate's bar he stood, 444. 4 Sabbath School Hymn. Tune-Poor Mary Ann. Dedicated to Samuel Fox, Esq., Manchester. [Much has been said against teaching children to sing the praises of 3 God. Hear the holy Wesley on the subject:-" About three o'clock in the afternoon of the Lord's day, April 20th, 1788, I met between nine hundred and a thousand of the children belonging to our Sunday schools in Bolton. I never saw such a sight before. They were all exactly clean 4 as well as plain in their apparel; all were serious and well behaved; many, both boys and girls, had as beautiful faces as I believe England or Europe can afford. When they all sung togegether, and none of them out of tune, the melody was beyond that of any theatre, and what is best of all, many of them truly fear God, and some rejoice in his salvation. These are a pattern to all the town; and this I must avow, there is not such a set of singers in any of the Methodist congregations in the three kingdoms, as in this town. There cannot be, for we have near one hundred such trebles, boys and girls selected out of our Sunday schools, and accurately taught, as are not to be found together in any chapel, cathedral, or music room within the four seas. Besides, the spirit with which they sing, and the beauty of many of them so suits the melody, that I defy any to excel it, except the singing of angels in our Father's house above."] 1 JESUS little children blesses, Oh, how he loves; Fondly he each lamb caresses, Men may frown and disrespect But their wrath shall not affect Jesus will from harm protect them, 2 In his arms he 'll kindly bear them, None can from his bosom tear them, M 5 In his pasture see them feeding, See the shepherd kindly leading, He who on the tree once bleeding, Now for them is interceding, Oh, how he loves; Sheds upon them all his Spirit, When they leave this world of sigh- Oh, how he loves; He'll support their souls when dying, Oh, how he loves; Guide them safe o'er Jordan's river, Then they'll sing the song of glory, 445. JOHN STAMP. Chorus for Parting.* Be thou faithful unto death.'- OH, preachers, be faithful, Faithful, faithful, faithful; variety, such as-"Oh, Leaders, be "Oh, Brothers, be faithful""Oh, Sisters, be faithful”—“ Oh, Children, be faithful," &c., &c. 446. 4 Spiritual Dialogue. Tune-Mrs Piercey. M. TELL us, O sisters, we would know whither so fast ye move? All united. Friends of the Bridegroom we shall reign; Saviour, we ask no more, W. We're call'd to leave this world Hail the Lamb of God for sinners slain, below, we 're seeking one M. Is not your native dwelling here? like you not this abode ? W. We seek a better city far, a city built by God. M. But what induc'd you first to 447. 1 whom heaven and earth The Dying Saint. start along this thorny road? 2 Cease, cease to weep, my friends, for W. A keen conviction in the heart, all was not right with God. M. But what's the reason, as you go, you make so great a shout? W. If we should hold our peace, you know, the stones they might cry out. M. Why do you shun that pleasing M. But some of you are much de- W. Still we're of boundless wealth possess'd, with hidden manna fed. M. Why do you keep that rugged road, that dark and thorny maze? W. Why that's the way our Leader trod; we love to keep his ways. M. Why do you earthly joys forego, M. To Zion we travel, nor intend me, All is well! all is well! My sins are pardon'd, I am free; All is well! all is well! There's not a cloud that doth arise, to hide my Jesus from my eyes; I soon shall mount the upper skies. 3 My conflicts they are nearly o'er, 4 5 All is well! all is well! All is well! all is well! I've victory through the dying God; |