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Doubt and terror are withdrawn ; Watchman, let thy wanderings cease ;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


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!



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!



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.


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.


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.

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


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.


strong; And when the storms of life shall cease,

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



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

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.


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!


Thou art the Truth ; Thy word alone

True wisdom can impart; Thou only canst inform the mind

And purify the heart.


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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