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 as well as plain in their apparel; all 4 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 them, 5 In his pasture see them feeding, And their shepherd's voice they're heeding, 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, Saves them by his boundless merit; They through him shall life inherit, Oh, how he loves. When they leave this world of sighing, 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, With the angels ever vying, 445. JOHN STAMP. Chorus for Parting.* Be thou faithful unto death.'Jesus. OH, preachers, be faithful, Faithful, faithful, faithful; variety, such as-"Oh, Leaders, be This chorus admits of great faithful"-" Oh, Teachers, be faithful"-"Oh, Members, be faithful" -"Oh, Brothers, be faithful""Oh, Sisters, be faithful"—" Oh, Children, be faithful," &c., &c. 446. A Spiritual Dialogue. 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 whom heaven and earth The Dying Saint. HAT is this that steals upon Is it death? is it death? Which soon will quench this vital flame? Is it death? is it death? If this be death, I soon shall be from every pain and sorrow free, I shall the King of Glory see! 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 path, which worldlings love well? W. Because it is the road to death, M. But some of you are much de- M. Why do you keep that rugged 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, 5 My feet are in the river now; All is well! all is well! My faith it centres in the blood; All is well! all is well! I've victory through the dying God; 6 Tune, tune your harps, ye saints in glory, All is well! all is well! And I'll rehearse the pleasing story; All is well! all is well! Bright angels are from glory come; they're round my bed and in my room, They wait to waft my spirit home. All is well! all is well! 7 Hark! hark! my Lord and Master calls me; All is well! all is well! All is well! all is well! 8 I soon shall sing beyond death's flood, All is well! all is well! And shout with millions bought with blood, All is well! all is well! Then I my Saviour's face shall see, and range yon land of liberty, And my eternal theme shall be All is well! all is well! ALTERED BY JOHN STAMP. Tune-Canaan. 448. Song of the Factory Children. "TWAS 1 kind to send the news of grace Throughout the British nation, To tell the humble cottage race Of Jesus and salvation; Too long the balm of life ye bore, With zeal your heralds flying From sea to sea, from shore to shore, Whilst we in sin were dying. Chorus. Salvation, salvation, we now enjoy salvation Thank God, we now our sports forsake, To seek a Saviour's blessing, We leave the ale-house, fair, and wake, Superior joys possessing. Salvation, salvation, you all may have salvation, &c. 3 The fact'ries and our dwellings ring With hymns, where oaths Oh sounded, re [shall sing, No more those songs our tongues With which they once abounded; ye, who love your country's weal, Will ye not pity others, And still for factory children feel, Your sisters and your brothers ? Salvation, salvation, our Jesus is salvation, &c. 4 Stay not, till all our factory band And be your zeal rewarded. Who casts on us his gracious eye, 5 If we are faithful to the end, We then shall reign in glory, When safe o'er Jordan's river, Salvation, salvation, in heaven we 'll From sin and death, sin's love and power-eternal, full, salvation. ALTERED BY JOHN STAMP. From sin and guilt, sin's love and 449. power-a present, free salva- 2 But, now, we feel its healing power, 1 For a Revival. Tune-Come, Brethren, can't you rise and tell? ALMIGHTY three, God, in persons We now present our prayer to thee; Regard, O Lord, our humble cries, Let ev'ry place i' the circuit rise; And pour salvation from the skies, And send us a revival. Chorus. All glory be to the Lord most high; Hosanna! the preachers and people cry, We'll praise him till the day we die, And after death sing glory. 2 O hasten, Lord, those days again, When sinners by the word were slain; And mourners too cried out amain, 'Lord, save us, or we perish.' When Christians sung the conquering song, And felt the glory all day long;. The weak cried out, Behold, I'm strong, And bound for endless glory.' 3 We all cry out, How dead we are; May each one learn Habakkuk's And may he now this moment start, 4 Bless ev'ry preacher on the plan, Make each a holy, happy man, And then he 'll do the best he can To forward a revival. Let each his own appointments take, And preach the word for Jesus' sake; Old Satan's kingdom now does shake, Amid the great revival. 5 May ev'ry leader, clad with zeal, The weight of his own office feel, And pray aloud for Zion's weal, And for a great revival. Tho' devils tempt and men despise, Jehovah will regard your cries, And you shall see your classes rise; And shout in the revival. REV. R. JUKES. 450. The Macedonian Cry. Tune-Scots wha hae. About the blessed Jesus; He is our prophet, priest, and king, From endless death he frees us. He suffer'd once upon the tree, That we might be forgiven; He rose again to set us free, And then went up to heaven. Chorus. Jesus, my Jesus, I love the name of Jesus, It sounds melodious in mine ears, The precious name of Jesus. 2 He now before the throne appears, For us he 's interceding; He shows his wounds and spreads his hands, His precious blood he's pleading; From thence to judge the world he'll come, Revealed in flaming fire; He'll take his ransom'd people home, To join the heavenly choir. Jesus, &c. And when we all arrive at home, We'll tell the pleasing story, How Jesus sav'd and wash'd our souls, And made us fit for glory. We then shall join our friends above, Whom death from us did sever; And all unite to praise the Lamb For ever and for ever. Jesus, &c. 152. I Hearen is my Home. Tune-Land of Glory. 'M but a stranger here, Heaven is my home; Earth is a desert drear, Heaven is my home. Danger and sorrow stand Round me on ev'ry hand; Heaven is my father-land: Heaven is my home. 2 What though the tempest rage, Heaven is my home. Short is my pilgrimage, Heaven is my home. 3 There at my Saviour's side, Heaven is my home. I shall be glorified, Heaven is my home. There are the good and blest, Those I lov'd most and best; There, too, I soon shall rest: Heaven is my home. 4 Therefore, 1 murmur not, . home. Heaven is And I shall surely stand 453. Heaven is my home. What's this vain World to me? WHAT'S this vain world to me? There's nought I wish to see, Votaries of noise and mirth, 1s at hand; The great decisive day The day when Christ will come, And seal the sinner's doom-Is at hand. 2 We shall see the Lord appear We shall see the Lord appear We shall see the Lord appear, 3 The graves will- open wide The graves will open wide And death and hell resign 4 Those who made his crown of thorns Will be there; Those who made his crown of thorns Those who smote him with a reed And made his temples bleed -- Will 5 Where will the guilty hide Where will the guilty hide |
