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68. & 58. D.
Tune-"Penitence"-No. 162.
Savior, blessed Savior,

Listen while we sing;
Hearts and voices raising

Praises to our King.
All we have to offer,

All we hope to be,
Body, soul, and spirit,

All we yield to Thee.

322 Tune—"Old Hundredth"-No. 310. L. M. All people that on earth do dwell,

Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice ; Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell ;

Come ye before Him, and rejoice. The Lord, ye know, is God indeed,

Without our aid He did us make; We are His flock, He doth us feed,

And for His sheep He doth us take. O enter then His gates with praise,

Approach with joy His courts unto ; Praise, laud and bless His name always,

For it is seemly so to do.
For why? The Lord our God is good,

His mercy is for ever sure;
His truth at all times firmly stood,
And shall from age to age endure.

WILLIAM KETHE, about 1562.

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Tune-"Watchman." 78. D. Watchman, tell us of the night,

What its signs of promise are ; Traveler, o'er yon mountain's height,

See that glory-beaming star ! Watchman, does its beauteous ray

Aught of joy or hope foretell? Traveler, yes; it brings the day,

Promised day of Israel. Watchman, tell us of the night ;

Higher yet that star ascends ; Traveler, blessedness and light,

Peace and truth, its course portends ; Watchman, will its beams alone

Gild the spot that gave them birth ? Traveler, ages are its own;

See, it bursts o'er all the earth! Watchman, tell us of the night,

For the morning seems to dawn; Traveler, darkness takes its flight,

Doubt and terror are withdrawn ; Watchman, let thy wanderings cease ;

Hie thee to thy quiet home! Traveler, lo, the Prince of peace, Lo, the Son of God is come!

JOHN BOWRING, 1825.

In our weakness and distress,

Rock of strength I be Thou our stay ! In the pathless wilderness

Be our true and living way. Who of us death's awful road

In the coming year shall tread ? With Thy rod and staff, O God,

Comfort Thou his dying head.

Keep us faithful, keep us pure,

Keep us evermore Thine own; Help, O help us to endure;

Fit us for Thy promised crown.

So within Thy palace gate

We shall praise, on golden strings,
Thee, the only Potentate,
Lord of lords, and King of kings!

HENRY DOWNTON, 1841.

326

78. & 68. D.
Tune-"Webb"-No. 112.
Hail to the Lord's anointed,

Great David's greater Son!
Hail, in the time appointed,

His reign on earth begun !
He comes to break oppression,

To set the captive free,
To take away transgression,

And rule in equity.
Kings shall fall down before Him,

And gold and incense bring;
All nations shall adore Him;

His praise all people sing;
For He shall have dominion

O’er river, sea, and shore,
Far as the eagle's pinion,

Or dove's light wing can soar.
For Him shall prayer unceasing

And daily vows ascend ;
His kingdom still increasing,

A kingdom without end.
The heavenly dew shall nourish

A seed in weakness sown,
Whose fruit shall spread and flourish,

And shake like Lebanon.
O'er every foe victorious,

He on His throne shall rest ;
From age to age more glorious,

All-blessing and all-blessed.
The tide of time shall never

His covenant remove ;
His name shall stand for ever ;
That name to us is Love!

JAMES MONTGOMERY, 1822.

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Mightiest kings His power shall own,

Heathen tribes His name adore ;
Satan and His host o'erthrown,

Bound in chains, shall hurt no more.
Then shall wars and tumult cease,

Then be banished grief and pain ;
Righteousness and joy and peace

Undisturbed shall ever reign.
Bless we, then, our gracious Lord,

Ever praise His glorious name;
All His mighty acts record,
All His wondrous love proclaim.

HARRIET AUBER, 1829.
328
Tune-“Work."

P.M. Work, for the night is coming,

Work through the morning hours ; Work, while the dew is sparkling,

Work 'mid springing flowers ;
Work, when the day grows brighter,

Work in the glowing sun;
Work, for the night is coming,

When man's work is done.
Work, for the night is coming,

Work through the sunny noon;
Fill brightest hours with labor,

Rest comes sure and soon :
Give every flying minute

Something to keep in store ;
Work, for the night is coming,

When man works no more.
Work, for the night is coming,

Under the sunset skies ;
While their bright tints are glowing,

Work, for daylight flies :
Work till the last beam fadeth-

Fadeth to shine no more ;
Work while the night is darkening,
When man's work is o'er.

ANNA L. WALKER, 1860.

78. D. Tune-"Spanish Hymn"-No. 60. Hasten, Lord! the glorious time

When beneath Messiah's sway, Every nation, every clime,

Shall the Gospel's call obey.

329
Tune-"Hamburg"—No. 216.

L. M.
Jesus, Thy boundless love to me

No thought can reach, no tongue de

clare ;

Unite my thankful heart to Thee,

And reign without a rival there.

Tüy love, how cheering is its ray !

All pain before its presence flies; Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away,

Where'er its healing beams arise.

O let Thy love my soul inflame,

And to Thy service sweetly bind ; Transfuse it through my inmost frame,

And mould me wholly to Thy mind. Thy love, in suffering, be my peace ; Thy love, in weakness, make

me

Thou art the Life ; the rending tomb

Proclaims Thy conquering arm ; And those who put their trust in Thee

Nor death nor hell shall harm.

Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life ;

Grant us that Way to know ;
That Truth to keep, that Life to win,
Whose joys eternal flow.

GEORGE W. DOANE, 1821.

strong; And when the storms of life shall cease,

Thy love shall be, in heaven, my song. PAUL GERHARDT, 1659. Transl. by JOHN WESLEY,

1739.

332
Tune-"Woodworth."

L. M.
Just as I am, without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bid'st me come to Thee,

O Lamb of God! I come !--I come !

330 Tune-"Mornington ” _No. 140. 8. M. Teach me, my God and King,

In all things Thee to see, And what I do in anything,

To do it as for Thee;

Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each

spot,
O Lamb of God! I come !-I come !

To scorn the senses' sway,

While still to Thee I tend ; In all I do, be Thou the Way,

In all, be Thou the End.

Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without,

O Lamb of God! I come !-I come !

All may of Thee partake;

Nothing so small can be,
But draws, when acted for Thy sake,

Greatness and worth from Thee.

Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind i
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, ail I need, in Thee to find,

O Lamb of God! I come !-I come !

If done beneath Thy laws,

E'en servile labors shine ; Hallowed is toil, if this the cause ; The meanest work, divine.

GEORGE HERBERT, 1632.

Just as I am ; Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve ;
Because Thy promise I believe,

O Lamb of God! I come l-I come!

331 Tune-"
“Geer"--No. 89.

C. M.
Thou art the way ; to Thee alone

From sin and death we flee ;
And he who would the Father seek,

Must seek Him, Lord, by Thee.

Just as I am; Thy lore unknown
Has broken every barrier down ;
Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God! I come !—I come!

CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT, 1836.

Thou art the Truth ; Thy word alone

True wisdom can impart; Thou only canst inform the mind

And purify the heart.

333
Tune—“Martyn.”

18. D. Jesus ! lover of my soul,

Let me to Thy bosom fly
While the billows near me roll,

While the tempest still is high ;

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