The Baptist Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs

2 There His triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay;
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;
Ye everlasting doors, give way!

5 They suffer with their Lord below:
They reign with Him above;
Their profit and their joy, to know
The mystery of His love.

3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the ethereal scene;
He claims these mansions as His right; 200
Receive the King of Glory in!

4 Who is the King of Glory? Who?'
The Lord that all our foes o'ercame;
The world, sin, death, and hell o'er-
threw ;

And Jesus is the Conqueror's name.
5 Lo! His triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay;
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates; 2
Ye everlasting doors, give way!

6 'Who is the King of Glory? Who?
The Lord, of boundless power pos-
sessed:

The King of saints and angels too;
God over all, for ever blest!

That we may be where now Thou art,
And look upon God's face.

3 And ever on our earthly path
A gleam of glory lies,

A light still breaks behind the cloud
That veiled Thee from our eyes.

4 Lift up our hearts, lift up our minds;
Let Thy dear grace be given,
That while we wander here below,
Our treasure be in heaven.

5 That where Thou art, at God's right
hand

Our hope, our love may be;

T. KELLY.

S.M. double.

THOU art gone up on high

To mansions in the skies;
And round Thy throne unceasingly
The songs of praise arise.
But we are lingering here,
With sin and care oppressed;
Lord, send Thy promised Comforter,
And lead us to our rest.

Thou art gone up on high;

But Thou didst first come down,
Through earth's most bitter agony,
To pass unto Thy crown;

And girt with griefs and fears
Our onward course must be;
But only let that path of tears
Lead us at last to Thee!

Thou art gone up on high;
But Thou shalt come again,
With all the bright ones of the sky
Attendant in Thy train.

O! by Thy saving power,
So make us live and die,

That we may stand in that dread hour
At Thy right hand on high!

E. TOKE.

Than the rich gems and polished gold
The sons of Aaron wore.

Dwell Thou in us, that we may dwell 2 They first their own burnt-offerings For evermore in Thee.

199

C. F. ALEXANDER.

C.M.

THE head that once was crowned with

thorns,

Is crowned with glory now;

A royal diadem adorns

The mighty Victor's brow.

2 The highest place that heaven affords
Is His by sovereign right:

The King of kings, and Lord of lords,
He reigns in glory bright.

3 The joy of all who dwell above,
The joy of all below

To whom He manifests His love,
And grants His name to know:

4 To them the cross, with all its shame,
With all its grace, is given:

Their name an everlasting name,
Their joy the joy of heaven.

brought

To purge themselves from sin;
Thy life was pure without a spot,

And all Thy nature clean.

3 Fresh blood, as constant as the day,

Was on their altar spilt;

But Thy one offering takes away
For ever all our guilt.

Their priesthood ran through several
hands,

For mortal was their race:

Thy never-changing office stands
Eternal as Thy days.

5 Once in the circuit of a year,
With blood, but not his own,
Aaron within the veil appears,
Before the golden throne.

6 But Christ, by His own powerful blood,
Ascends above the skies,

And in the presence of our God
Shows His own sacrifice.

7 He ever lives, to intercede
Before His Father's face:
Give Him, my soul, thy cause to plead,
Nor doubt the Father's grace!

202

NOW

WATTS.

C.M.

TOW let our cheerful eyes survey
Our great High Priest above;
And celebrate His constant care
And sympathetic love.

2 Though raised to a superior throne,
Where angels bow around,
And high o'er all the shining train
With matchless honours crowned;-

3 The names of all His saints He bears Deep graven on His heart;

Nor shall the meanest Christian say That he hath lost his part.

4 Those characters shall fair abide, Our everlasting trust,

When gems, and monuments, and crowns.
Are mouldered down to dust.

5 So, gracious Saviour, on my breast
May Thy dear name be worn,
A sacred ornament and guard,
To endless ages borne.

hands,

A great High Priest our nature wears;
The Guardian of mankind appears.

2 He who, for men, their Surety stood,
And poured on earth His precious blood,
Pursues in heaven His mighty plan;-
The Saviour and the Friend of man.
3 Though now ascended up on high,
He bends on earth a Brother's eye;
Partaker of the human name,
He knows the frailty of our frame.
4 Our Fellow-sufferer yet retains
A fellow-feeling of our pains;
And still remembers, in the skies,
His tears, His agonies, and cries.

5 In every pang that rends the heart,
The Man of Sorrows had a part;
He sympathizes with our grief,
And to the sufferer sends relief.
6 With boldness, therefore, at the throne,
Let us make all our sorrows known,
And ask the aids of heavenly power
To help us in the evil hour,

205

M. BRUCE.

C.M.

WITH joy we meditate the grace

WITH

Of our High Priest above:

His heart is made of tenderness,
And overflows with love.

Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;

He knows what sore temptations mean,
For He has felt the same.

3 But spotless, innocent, and pure
The great Redeemer stood,
While Satan's fiery darts He bore,
And did resist to blood.

4 He in the days of feeble flesh

Poured out His cries and tears; And in His measure feels afresh What every member bears.

5 He'll never quench the smoking flax, But raise it to a flame;

The bruised reed He never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.

6 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and His power;
We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour.

206

A FRIEND.

WATTS.*

8.7.

ALWAYS' with us, 'always' with us,

Words of cheer and words of love Thus the risen Saviour whispers From His dwelling-place above. 2 With us when with sin we struggle, Giving strength and courage too, Bidding us to falter never,

But to Him be ever true.

3 With us when the storm is sweeping O'er our pathway dark and drear; Waking hope within our bosoms, Stilling every anxious fear.

With us when we toil in sadness, Sowing much and reaping none;

Telling us that in the future

Golden harvests shall be won.

With us in the lonely valley,

When we cross the chilling stream, Lighting up the steps to glory With salvation's radiant beam.

Friend to help us, cheer us, save us, In whom power and pity blendPraise we must the grace which gave us Jesus Christ, the Sinners' Friend. 2 Friend who never fails nor grieves us, Faithful, tender, constant, kind!Friend who at all times receives us, Friend who came the lost to find! Sorrow soothing, joys enhancing, Loving until life shall end,Then conferring bliss entrancing,

Still, in heaven, the Sinners' Friend.

3 O to love and serve Thee better !
From all evil set us free;
Break, Lord, every sinful fetter;

Be each thought conformed to Thee:
Looking for Thy bright appearing,
May our spirits upward tend;
Till, no longer doubting, fearing,
We behold the Sinners' Friend!
NEWMAN HALL.

"I KNOW that my Redeemer lives!"

What comfort this sweet sentence gives!

He lives! He lives! who once was dead; He lives, my ever-living Head!

2 He lives, triumphant from the grave, He lives, eternally to save;

He lives, to bless me with His love; He lives, to plead for me above.

3 He lives, to silence all my fears;

He lives, to stay and wipe my tears; He lives, to soothe my troubled heart; He lives, all blessings to impart.

4 He lives, my kind, my faithful Friend;
He lives, and loves me to the end;
He lives, and while He lives I'll sing,
Jesus, my Prophet, Priest, and King.
5 He lives, all glory to His name!

He lives, my Saviour, still the same!
O the sweet joy this sentence gives,
"I know that my Redeemer lives!"
S. MEDLEY.

home;

At last I sought them in His sheltering

breast,

Who opes His arms, and bids the weary

come.

And sweetly on His people's darkness shines.

All may depart; I fret not, nor repine, While I my Saviour's am, while He is mine.

4 While here, alas! I know but half His love,

But half discern Him, and but half adore;

But when I meet Him in the realms above,

I hope to love Him better, praise Him more,

And feel, and tell, amid the choir divine, How fully I am His, and He is mine.

H. F. LYTE.

211

8.8.8.6.

HOLY Saviour, Friend unseen, The faint, the weak, on Thee may lean;

Help me, throughout life's varying scene, By faith to cling to Thee!

2 Blest with communion so divine, Take what Thou wilt, shall I repine, When, as the branches to the vine,

My soul may cling to Thee?

3 What though the world deceitful prove, And earthly friends and joys remove, With patient, uncomplaining love,

Still would I cling to Thee!

4 Though faith and hope awhile be tried,
I ask not, need not, aught beside;
How safe, how calm, how satisfied,
The souls that cling to Thee!

5 They fear not life's rough storms to
brave,

Since Thou art near, and strong to save;
Nor shudder e'en at death's dark wave,
Because they cling to Thee.

6 Blest is my lot, whate'er befall;
What can disturb me, who appal,
While, as my strength, my rock, my all,
Saviour, I cling to Thee?
C. ELLIOTT.

212

JESUS, Friend unfailing,

How dear Thou art to me!
Are cares or fears assailing?
I find my strength in Thee.
Why should my feet grow weary
Of this my pilgrim way?
Rough though the path and dreary,
It ends in perfect day.

2 What fills my soul with gladness?

'Tis Thine abounding grace;
Where can I look in sadness,
But, Jesus, on Thy face?
My all is Thy providing;
Thy love can ne'er grow cold;
In Thee my Refuge, hiding,

No good wilt Thou withhold. 3 Why should I droop in sorrow?

Thou'rt ever by my side:

Why trembling dread the morrow?
What ill can e'er betide?
If I my cross have taken,
'Tis but to follow Thee;
If scorned, despised, forsaken,
Naught severs Thee from me.

4 For every tribulation,

who, loving, lov'st them to the end,
THOU, the contrite sinners' Friend,
On this alone my hopes depend,
That Thou wilt plead for me.
7.6.2 When, weary in the Christian race,
Far off appears my resting-place,
And, fainting, I mistrust Thy grace,
Then, Saviour, plead for me.
3 When I have erred and gone astray,
Afar from Thine and wisdom's way,
And see no glimmering, guiding ray,
Still, Saviour, plead for me.

For every sore distress,
In Christ I've full salvation,
Sure help and quiet rest.
No fear of foes prevailing,
I triumph, Lord, in Thee:
O Jesus, Friend unfailing,
How dear art Thou to me!
GERMAN, trans. H. K. BROWNE.

ONE there is, above all others,

Well deserves the name of Friend;
His is love beyond a brother's,
Costly, free, and knows no end:
They who once His kindness prove,
Find it everlasting love.

2 Which of all our friends, to save us,
Could, or would have shed their blood?

4 When Satan, by my sins made bold, Strives from Thy cross to lose my hold, Then with Thy pitying arms enfold,

And plead, O plead for me!

5 And when my dying hour draws near, Darkened with anguish, guilt, and fear, Then to my fainting sight appear,

Pleading in heaven for me.

6 When the full light of heavenly day
Reveals my sins in dread array,
Say, Thou hast washed them all away;
O say, Thou plead'st for me!

215

C. ELLIOTT.

8s.

HEN gathering clouds around I

view,

And days are dark, and friends are few,
On Him I lean, who not in vain
Experienced every human pain:
He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.

2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To flee the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do;
Still He, who felt temptation's power,
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
3 If vexing thoughts within me rise,
And, sore dismayed, my spirit dies;
Yet He, who once vouchsafed to bear
The sickening anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry,
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.
4 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend
Which covers what was once a friend;

THE WAY, THE TRUTH, AND THE LIFE.

They followed me o'er vale and hill,
O'er deserts waste and wild.
They found me nigh to death,
Famished, and faint, and lone;
They bound me with the bands of love,
They saved the wandering one.

Jesus my Shepherd is;

Twas He that loved my soul,

'Twas He that washed me in His blood, 'Twas He that made me whole. 'Twas He that sought the lost, That found the wandering sheep; 'Twas He that brought me to the fold, 'Tis He that still doth keep.

I was a wandering sheep,

I would not be controlled,

But now I love my Shepherd's voice, I love, I love the fold!

I was a wayward child,

I once preferred to roam;

But now I love my Father's voice,
I love, I love His home!

Every lamb is sprinkled

With the blood He shed; Then on each He setteth His own secret sign,"They that have My Spirit, "These," saith He, "are Mine." Jesus is our Shepherd; Guarded by His arm,

Though the wolves may raven,
None can do us harm;
When we tread death's valley,
Dark with fearful gloom,
We will fear no evil,
Victors o'er the tomb.
5 Jesus is our Shepherd;
With His goodness now
And His tender mercy
He doth us endow.
Let us sing His praises
With a gladsome heart,
Till in heaven we meet Him,
Never more to part.

218

H. STOWELL.

7.6.7.6. double.

JESU ever present,
O Shepherd ever kind,
Thy very name is music

To ear, and heart, and mind.
It woke my wondering childhood
To muse on things above;
It drew my harder manhood
With cords of mighty love.

2 How oft to sure destruction
My feet had gone astray,
Wert Thou not, patient Shepherd,
The Guardian of my way!
How oft, in darkness fallen,
And wounded sore by sin,
Thy hand has gently raised me,
And healing balm poured in!
3 O Shepherd good, I follow

Wherever Thou wilt lead;
No matter where the pasture,
With Thee at hand to feed.
Thy voice, in life so mighty,
In death shall make me bold;
O bring my ransomed spirit
To Thine eternal fold!

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