7 One thing at least, and 'tis enough, HYMN XCIX. The World. 1 SEE, the world for youth prepares, 4 While no wrinkled wave is seen, 5 But ere long the tempest raves, Now my rash pursuits are o'er, HYMN C. The Enchantment dissolved. 2 So in the desert's dreary waste, Castles, and groves, and music sweet, *Isaiah xxix. 3. 3 But while he listens with surprise, 4 At first we start, and feel distress'd, And bids us seek his face. 5 Then we begin to live indeed, BOOK III. ON THE RISE, PROGRESS, CHANGES, AND COMFORTS OF THE SPIRITUAL LIFE. I. SOLEMN ADDRESSES TO SINNERS HYMN I. Expostulation. 1 No words can declare, 2 Yet sinners will choose Though God give them warning 3 How sad to behold The young and the old, Ah! think what you're doing, 4 How weak is your hand, HYMN IV.] 5 How oft have you dar'd 6 It is not too late His blood has such virtue That nothing can hurt you, HYMN II. Alarm. 1 Srop, poor sinner! stop, and think, 2 Say, have you an arm like God, With which he breaks his foes? Can you stand in that dread day, When he judgment shall proclaim, And the earth shall melt away, Like wax before the flame? 3 Pale-fac'd death will quickly come, All your sins will round you crowd, you feel, 4 Though your heart be made of steel, Your forehead lin'd with brass, God at length will make He will not let you pass: Sinners then in vain will call, (Though they now despise his grace) Rocks and mountains on us fall,* And hide us from his face. 5 But as yet there is a hope You may his mercy know, He still forbears the blow: HYMN III. We were once as you are. I SHALL men pretend to pleasure, Who never knew the Lord, Can all the worldling's treasure True peace of mind afford? They shall obtain this jewel In what their hearts desire, When they by adding fuel Can quench the flame of fire. 2 Till you can bid the ocean, When furious tempests roar,* Forget its wonted motion, And rage and swell no more; In vain your expectation To find content in sin, Or freedom from vexation, While passions reign within. 3 Come turn your thoughts to Jesus, If you would good possess; "Tis he alone that frees us From guilt and from distress: No comfort could we find: His power and grace to you; 5 Our pleasure and our duty, HYMN IV. 1 SINNER, art thou still secure? HYMN XLVII. ANOTHER. 1 HAPPY are they to whom the Lord 2 He calls them to his mercy-seat, And hears their humble prayer; 3 The force of their united cries No power can long withstand; 4 Then mountains sink at once to plains, 5 Though men despise them, or revile, 6 Though meanly clad, and coarsely fed, They would not change their gospel-bread 7 When cheer'd with faith's sublimer joys, 8 Dear Lord, assist our souls to pay The debt of praise we owe, That we enjoy a gospel-day, And heaven begun below. HYMN XLVIII. Praise for the Continuance of the Gospel.* 2 Oft as that memorable hour The changing year brings round again, We meet to praise the love and power Which heard our cries and eased our pain. 3 Come, ye who trembled for the ark, Unite in praise for answer'd prayer! Did not the Lord our sorrows mark? Did not our sighing reach his ear? 4 Then smaller griefs were laid aside, And all our cares summ'd up in one: "Let us but have thy word," we cried, "In other things thy will be done." 5 Since he has granted our request, And we still hear the gospel-voice, Although by many trials prest, In this we can and will rejoice. 6 Though to our lot temptations fall, HYMN XLIX. A Famine of the Word. 1 GLADNESS was spread through Israel's host 2 But when they had it long enjoyed, Their hearts were by the plenty cloyed, 3 Thus gospel-bread at first is priz'd, But afterwards too much despis'd, 4 But should the Lord, displeas'd, withhold 5 How tedious would the week appear, 7 The gospel, and a praying few, 8 Then sin, in this once-favour'd town, 9 And wrath and vengeance hasten down, No more by prayer detain❜d. Preserve us from this judgment, Lord, A famine of the gospel-word HYMN L. Prayer for Ministers. 1 CHIEF Shepherd of thy chosen sheep, 2 With plenteous grace their hearts prepare To execute thy will; Compassion, patience, love, and care, 3 Inflame their minds with holy zeal, * Wherever a separation is threatened between a 4 minister and people who dearly love each other, this Hymn may be as seasonable as it was once in Olney. Ambition, pleasure, praise, or gain, 5 He that for these forbears to feed 6 The sword of God shall break his arm, 7 O Lord, avert this heavy woe, And grace, and strength, on each bestow, HYMN LI. Prayer for a Revival. 1 SAVIOUR, visit thy plantation, Ev'ry part look'd gay and green: 3 Where are those we counted leaders, Fill'd with zeal, and love, and truth? Old professors, tall as cedars, Bright examples to our youth! Some, in whom we once delighted, We shall meet no more below; Some, alas! we fear are blighted, Scarce a single leaf they show. 4 Younger plants-the sight how pleasant— Thou canst make them bloom again; Oh! permit them not to wither, Let not all our hopes be vain! 5 Let our mutual love be fervent, Make us prevalent in prayers: Let each one esteem'd thy servant Shun the world's bewitching snares: Break the tempter's fatal power, Turn the stony heart to flesh; And begin from this good hour, To revive thy work afresh. * Zech. xi. 17. HYMN LII. 1 My harp untun'd and laid aside, 66 Čome, sing us one of Zion's songs." 2 Alas! when sinners, blindly bold, At Zion scoff, and Zion's King; When zeal declines, and love grows cold, Is this a day for me to sing? 3 Time was, whene'er the saints I met, With joy and praise my bosom glow'd; But now, like Eli, sad I sit, And tremble for the ark of God. 4 While thus to grief my soul gave way, To see the work of God decline; Methought I heard my Saviour say, "Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine. 5 "Though for a time I hide my face, Rely upon my love and power; Still wrestle at a throne of grace, And wait for a reviving hour. 6 "Take down thy long-neglected harp, I've seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer, The winter-season has been sharp, But spring shall all its wastes repair." 7 Lord, I obey; my hopes revive; Come, join with me, ye saints, and sing; SACRAMENTAL HYMNS. HYMN LIII. Welcome to the Table. 1 THIS is the feast of heavenly wine, 2 Oh! bless the Saviour, ye that eat, With royal dainties fed; Not heaven affords a costlier treat, 3 The vile, the lost, he calls to them, 4 Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse 5 If guilt and sin afford a plea, HYMN LIV. Christ Crucified. 1 WHEN on the cross my Lord I see. Bleeding to death for wretched me, C. Satan and sin no more can move, For I am all transform'd to love. 2 His thorns and nails pierce thro' my heart, In every groan I bear a part; I view his wounds with streaming eyes; 4 Here I forget my cares and pains; 5 O that I thus could always feel! Lord, more and more thy love reveal! 6 Thy name dispels my guilt and fear, HYMN LV. Jesus hasting to Suffer. 1 THE Saviour, what a noble flame Was kindled in his breast, When, hasting to Jerusalem, He march'd before the rest! 2 Good-will to men, and zeal for God, 3 With all his sufferings full in view, "Twas love that urg'd him on. 4 Lord, we return thee what we can; 5 And while thy bleeding glories here, Engage our wond'ring eyes, We learn our lighter cross to bear, HYMN LVI. It is good to be here. 1 LET me dwell on Golgotha, 3 Hark! his dying word, "Forgive, Father, let the sinner live; Luke xii. 50. C. HYMN LVII. 1 IN evil long I took delight, 2 I saw one hanging on a tree, Who fix'd his languid eyes on me, As near his cross I stood. 3 Sure never till my latest breath It seem'd to charge me with his death, 4 My conscience felt, and own'd the guilt, And plung'd me in despair; I saw my sins his blood had spilt, 5 Alas! I knew not what I did; 6 Another look he gave, which said, This blood is for thy ransom paid, 7 Thus, while his death my sin displays, In all its blackest hue, (Such is the mystery of grace,) It seals my pardon too. 8 With pleasing grief, and mournful joy, My spirit now is fill'd, That I should such a life destroy, Yet live by him I kill'd. HYMN LVIII. Supplies in the Wilderness. 1 WHEN Israel, by divine command, 2 A cloudy pillar mark'd their road, And screen'd them from the heat; From the hard rocks the water flow'd, And manna was their meat. |