1291 I have called you friends.
What a Friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
8s & 7s. Blessed Jesus, thou hast promised
Thou wilt all our burdens bear,
May we ever, Lord, be bringing
All to thee in earnest prayer..
Soon in glory, bright, unclouded,
There will be no need for prayer
Rapture, praise, and endless worship,
Shall be our sweet portion there.
Joseph Scriven, cir. 1855.
Everything to God in prayer!
Oh, what peace we often forfeit,,
Oh, what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer!
Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged, C3
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful,
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness,
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Are we weak and heavy laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?-
Precious Saviour, still our refuge,
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer;
In his arms he'll take and shield thee,
Thou wilt find a solace there.
Andrew Reed, ab. 1787-1862.
The Cross of the Ford Jesus Christ.
New heavens and a new earth.
2 Pet. iii. 13.
8s & 7s. Oh, 'tis not in grief to harm me,
1294
Weary pilgrim, why this sadness?
Why mid sorrow's scenes decline?
Trials strange bring joy and gladness,
For all things shall yet be thine.
Earth anew, with robe of glory,
Shall rejoice in hill and vale;
There glad harps shall tell the story
Of the love that could not fail.
Thou shalt range the fields of pleasure,
Where joy's gushing songs arise;
Thou shalt have thy well stored treasure,
In the New Earth's Paradise.
Weary pilgrim, leave thy sadness,
To Mount Zion thou art come!
Swell thy songs of joy and gladness,
And rejoice in thy blest home.
Emily Clemens Pearson, cir. 1842.
While thy love is left to me;
Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with thee.
Take, my soul, thy full salvation;
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care;
Joy to find in every station
Something still to do or bear;
Think what Spirit dwells within thee;
What a Father's smiles are thine;
What a Saviour died to win thee:
Child of heaven, should'st thou repine?
Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith and winged by prayer;
Heaven's eternal day's before thee-
God's own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thine earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days;
We have left all and followed thee. 8s & 78. Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow thee; Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou from hence my all shalt be; Perish every fond ambition,
All I've sought, and hoped, and known,
Yet how rich is my condition!
God and heaven are still my own.
Let the world despise and leave me;
They have left my Saviour too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me;
Thou art not, like men, untrue;
And while thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate, and friends may shun me,
Show thy face and all is bright.
Go then, earthly fame and treasure!
Come, disaster, scorn, and pain!
In thy service pain is pleasure;
With thy favor loss is gain.
I have called thee, Abba, Father,
I have set my heart on thee;
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,
All must work for good to me.
Man may trouble and distress me,
'T will but drive me to thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me,
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest;
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1825.
1296 Behold, he cometh with clouds. 88 & 78.
Lo, He cometh! countless trumpets
Blow to wake the slumb'ring dead;
'Mid ten thousand saints and angels
See their great, exalted Head:
: Hallelujah! hallelujah!
Welcome, welcome, Son of God! :
Full of joyful expectation,
Saints, behold the Judge appear!
Truth and justice go before him,
Now the joyful sentence hear:
:Hallelujah! hallelujah!
Welcome, welcome, Judge divine! :||
'Tis the day so long expected;
Shout, ye saints, and triumph now; ;
See your Lord, by man rejected;
Many crowns adorn his brow;
|: 'Tis his triumph; 'tis his triumph;
Every knee to him shall bow.
barred and bolted gate; Who will heed the gracious token? Who to him the door will open?
I stand at the door and knock. Rev. iii. 20.
8s & 7s. 1298 He was bruised for our iniquities. 8s & 7s.
1297
I am knocking, gently knocking
At thy door, O lonely one;
If thou hear my voice and open,
I will make thy heart my home.
CHORUS.
Knocking see the Saviour wait,
At thy barred and bolted gate;
Who will heed the gracious token?
Who to him the door will open?
I am knocking, while in sorrow
Thou art dwelling, lone and sad:
I will bring a bright to-morrow,
I will make the mourner glad.
I am knocking, sinner weary,
Wilt thou bid me enter in?
I will cheer thy dwelling dreary,
I will free thy heart from sin.
I am knocking; time is passing;
Wilt thou open now the gate?
Thou who for so long hast waited,
Open, ere it be too late.
I am knocking; if thou heed not,
Then before the heavenly gate,
Thou shalt knock, and have for answer,
Only this; "Too late, too late."
Saviour, scorn'd, and scourg'd, and smitten, Bruised, pierced, and crown'd with thorn; For the world's transgression stricken,
Who our load of guilt hast borne; Thou hast burst the silent tomb, Thou hast brightened all its gloom. Thou hast passed death's iron portal, King eternal and immortal.
While angelic hosts adore thee,
We on earth would bless thy name; While heaven's myriads bow before thee, We thy mercy would proclaim. Thou who wast for sinners slain, Wash us from each guilty stain; So shall we thy name confessing, Evermore partake thy blessing.
Soon the day of glory dawning,
Shall reveal our Saviour's face;
Oh, the brightness of that morning!
Oh, the fullness of that grace!
We shall see thee as thou art;
Thou wilt heal each broken heart;
Oh, may we then bow before thee,.
And with all heaven's hosts adore thee.
H., 1886.
All creatures have their rest, But Jesus had not where to lay his head.
What then am I, my God,
Permitted thus the paths of peace to tread?
Peace-purchased by the blood
Of Him who had not where to lay his head.
4 I who once made him grieve,
I-who once bade his gentle spirit mourn;
Whose hand essayed to weave
For his meek brow the cruel crown of thorn,
The First and the Last.
Rev. ii. 8.
Behold the Lamb of God!
Who bears the world's dread load of sin away For us he sheds his blood,
To change our gloomy night to endless day.
For me the Sinless hangs upon the tree. This love of Him who died, [me. Makes all earth's glories loss and dross to
Behold the risen One!
Conqueror of death, ascending to the sky;
What wonders he hath done!
And now he liveth never more to die.
Behold the great High Priest!
All pow'r in heav'n and earth is in his hands;
Our names are on his breast:
To plead for us before the throne he stands,
Behold, He comes with clouds!
Along the sky flames forth his wondrous sign Girt with celestial crowds,
His radiant glories like the lightnings shine.
Behold the Judge of all! Before his face the heavens are fled away!
There throng the great and small :Oh,may my soul have boldness in That Day!
Behold the King of kings! [him fall, Heaven's hosts, earth's myriads, low before Each tongue his praises sings; We join the song, and crown him Lord of all.
We are living, we are dwelling
In a grand and awful time;
In an age on ages telling;
To be living is sublime.
Hark! the waking up of nations,
Gog and Magog to the fray;
Hark! what soundeth? Is creation
Groaning for its latter day?
Will ye play, then, will ye dally
With your music and your wine?
Up! it is Jehovah's rally!
God's own arm hath need of thine.
Hark! the onset! will ye fold your
Faith-clad arms in lazy lock?
Up, oh, up, thou drowsy soldier!
Worlds are charging to the shock.
Worlds are charging, heaven beholding;
Thou hast but an hour to fight;
Now the blazoned cross unfolding,
On-right onward for the right!
On! let all the soul within you,
For the truth's sake go abroad! Strike! let every nerve and sinew Tell on ages-tell for God!
Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1840.
Eternal salvation. 8s & 7s.
"Home at last" on heavenly mountains, Heard the "Come, and enter in ;" Saved by life's fair flowing fountains, Saved from earthly taint and sin. Free at last from all temptation,
No more need of watchful care; Joyful in complete salvation,
Given the victor's crown to wear. Saved from sorrow-no more weeping, In the mansions of the blestWakened from the dreamless sleeping, From the grave-yard's quiet rest. Saved to greet on hills of glory Loved ones we have missed so long; Saved to tell the sinner's story,
Saved to sing redemption's song. Welcomed at the pearly portal,
Welcomed by the angel band; Welcomed to the life immortal, In the blessed kingdom-land. "Home, sweet home," our home forever, Weary pilgrimages past;
Welcomed home to wander never, Saved thro' Jesus-"Home at last." Maria Alger Crozier, cir. 1870.
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