408. Negro Hymn, or Meeting in 3 Though earth and hell my soul Glory. Tune-Cliff. 4 5 withstand, Yet I shall gain the better land; Although Voltaire and Thomas They tried to prove religion vain; Oh, come poor sinner, fly with me, 6 If you get home before I do, 7 And when we land on Canaan's shore, We will bless him who went with us to the end; We'll sing salvation evermore, And we'll bless him who went with us to the end. 410. Oh, we are going to praise our Lord. 2 5 JOHN STAMP. Sailing to Glory. 1 WE'RE sailing to a better world, Sing glory, hallelujah ; Our every sail is now unfurled, Our Jesus does the vessel steer, Sing glory, hallelujah ; The heavenly port we 're drawing near, Sing glory, hallelujah. 3 Our ship's the vessel of free grace, Sing glory, hallelujah ; The heavenly port's our landing place, Sing glory, hallelujah. 4 The prophets in this ship went home, Sing glory, hallelujah ; Apostles, martyrs, Wesley, too, Inritation. S. M. YE guilty souls, arise, And go with us to heaven; 2 Backslider, come again, This moment, and be bless'd; Fly to the Lamb for sinners slain, 3 Believer in the blood, Rush to thy Saviour's side; By faith now plunge thee 'neath the flood, And thou 'lt be sanctified. 4 Look up, poor suffering saint, Thy sorrows soon shall end; Thy Father hears thy sad complaint, He will thy soul defend. 5 We soon shall land above On Canaan's peaceful shore; Then we shall sing redeeming love For ever, evermore. With heavenly truth the rails are laid, And from heaven to earth extends, To life eternal, where it ends. 2 Repentance is the station, then, Where passengers are taken in; No fee for them is there to pay, For Jesus is himself the way. 3 God's word is the first engineer, It points the way to heaven clear, Through tunnels dark and dreary here, It does the way to glory steer. 4 God's word the fire, his truth the steam, Which drives the engine and the train; And all who would to glory ride, Must come to Christ and there abide. 5 In first, and second, and third class, Repentance, faith, and holiness; You must the way to glory gain, Or you with Christ can never reign. 6 Come, then, poor sinners, now 's the time, At any station on the line; 413. Glory, Hallelujah. Tune-In my Cottage near a 1 GLORY LORY be to God on high, Who hath brought the guilty nigh, Glory, hallelujah! Through the rich atoning blood Glory, hallelujah. 2 Glory be to Christ on high, 3 Now the law's demands are paid, Glory, hallelujah! All its precepts Christ obey'd, 4 Glory to the sacred Three, 3 Now we draw our every pleasure Jesu's grace shall onward cheer us, 4 We must pass through tribulation, Up to the sky; And escape from great temptation, 5 Then, all clad in robes of glory, We shall sing redemption's story, In that high and blissful dwelling, JOHN STAMP. Attending angels joined his praise, Who claimed the kingdom for his own; Hail, Immanuel! Immanuel we 'll adore, And sound his fame from shore to shore. 2 Girt with omnipotence supreme, The powers of darkness trembling stood, To hear the dire decree, and feel 3 Not with the sword that warriors wear, 4 But with a sceptre dipt in blood; May the memory of his name Inspire our armies for the fight; Our vaunting foes shall die with shame, Or quit our coasts with hasty fight. 5 In his salvation is our board, And in the strength of Israel's Our troops shall lift their banners Our navies spread their flags abroad. 6 Soon may the kingdoms of the earth, From sin and Satan's dreadful 9 Soon shall the monster sin submit His hateful sceptre to thy call; Death, and death's author, soon shall die, And Jesus Christ be all in all. 416. Air The Light of other Days. The Transformation. 2 There is mourning in Zion, her standard is lying Defiled in the dust, to the spoiler a prey; And now there is wailing, and sorrow prevailing, For the best of her children are weeded away. 1 SIN's darkling train around me 3 The good have been taken, their crowded, 2 The darkness of my soul was terror, Fair hope's strong anchor broke! Yet, drifted on a sea of error, No voice of gladness woke. Then high on Calvary's summit gleaming, The cross of Jesus rose, And o'er my heart its glory streaming, Gave joy and sweet repose. 3 This heavenly light has never faded In sorrow's darkest hour; Tho' oft its brightness clouds have shaded, It never lost its power. The meteor-lights of earth may bicker, And pale their sickly rays; But Calvary's light can flicker It shines thro' endless days! never 417. Tune Flowers of the Forest. 1 THERE was gladness in Zion, her The Scottish Martyrs' Hymn. standard was flying, Free o'er her battlements, glorious and gay; All fair as the morning shone forth her adorning, And fearful to foes was her goodly array. place is forsaken, The man and the maiden, the green and the gay, The voice of the weepers wails over the sleepers; The martyrs of Scotland that now are away. 4 The hue of her waters is crimson'd with slaughters, And the blood of the martyrs has redden'd the clay; And dark desolation broods over the nation, For the faithful are perished, the good are away. 5 On the mountains of heather they slumber together, On the wastes of the moorlands their bodies decay; How sound is their sleeping, how safe is their keeping, Though far from their kindred they moulder away. 6 Their blessing shall hover their children to cover, Like the cloud of the desert by night and by day; Oh, never to perish, their names we shall cherish, The martyrs of Scotland that now are away. For there's nothing on earth we need fear, While in heaven we know we 've a friend. 420. 1 2 3 4 The Better Land Tune-Happy Land. KNOW ye that better land, Know Where care 's unknown? that blessed band, ye Around the throne? Yes, yes, we know that place, Eye hath not seen his bliss, There are the angels bright, And the saints enrobed in white- Oh, we are weary here, Yet soon in glory there, We hope to stand: Then let us haste away, Speed along this world's dark way, Unto that land of day, That better land. Come! hasten that sweet day, Come, Lord! make no delay; For to dwell and reign with Thee, 421. Tune Those evening bells. The Hour of Prayer. WEET hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer, That calls me from a world of care; And bids me at my Father's throne Make all my wants and wishes known. In seasons of distress and grief, snare, By thy return, sweet hour of prayer. |