Songs of the Bride (1879)
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OF THE
BRIDE.
"Ye are a Chosen Generation, a Royal Priesthood, a Holy Nation, a peculiar People; that ye should show forth the Praise of Him who hath called you out of darkness into His marvelous light. 1 Pet. 2:9.
PUBLISHED AT THE OFFICE OF "ZION'S WATCH TOWER," PITTSBURGH, PA. 1879.
INTRODUCTION.
We have long felt the need of a Hymn Book containing a larger number of spiritual songs free from objectionable theology, and this is our reason for publishing "The Songs of the Bride." We have selected according to our judgment the hymns best suited to the wants and desires of the more matured and consecrated Christians, the "little flock," the "sanctified," (or set apart ones—"In the world but not of it,") the true, "Church of the first-born whose names are written in Heaven." "The chaste Virgin espoused to one husband, Christ," and prospectively speaking, "The Bride the Lamb's wife," hence the perhaps peculiar name "Songs of the Bride." They are not the songs of the world, nor of cold or half dead Christians, but of the Chaste Virgin Church, waiting and longing for her union with the heavenly Bridegroom.
Our selections have been made chiefly from four hymn books familiar to many, viz: "The Jubilee Harp," "Winnowed Hymns," "Hymns of the Morning" and "Gospel Hymns No. 1." Above each hymn so selected you will find letters, and the number of the page on which the music can be found. Thus: hymn No. 50, marked "J.H.194,11s," indicates that the metre is 11s, and that the music may be found on page 194 of the "Jubilee Harp"; the initials "W.
H." are for "Winnowed Hymns," "G. H." for "Gospel Hymns," and "H. M." for "Hymns of the Morning." We hope that this may be an especially convenient book for small gatherings and Churches where one book with music may serve a number.
The hymns are arranged alphabetically, so that if you remember the first line you can turn to the desired place directly, without using an index. We have also arranged an index of subjects, with each hymn under its topic, which will, we believe, make easy the selection of hymns adapted to special subjects or thoughts.
We would gladly give the credit of the hymns to their composers, but have been obliged to alter many of them to such an extent that we feared their authors would feel offended if their names were associated with them as they now are.
Our thanks are due and tendered to brother W.I. Mann, for valuable assistance in the arranging and revising of this collection of hymns.
The price, 15 cents, post paid, is about the cost of the book, postage, &c., and has been placed thus low, to enable all to have, who desire them, "The Songs of the Bride." If any who feel justified by God's word to reckon themselves part of the "little flock"—"the espoused virgin," desire a copy of the songs, yet cannot well spare the price, they will please make known their desires, and they will receive a copy free from
The Publishers "ZION'S WATCH TOWER," Pittsburgh, Pa.
SONGS
OF THE
BRIDE.
1.
A BIDE, sweet Spirit, heavenly Dove, With light and comfort from above; Be Thou our guardian. Thou our guide; O'er every thought and step preside.
2 To us the light of truth display, And make us know and choose Thy way; Plant holy fear in every heart, That we from God may ne'er depart.
2 Lead us in holiness—the road Which we must keep to dwell with God; Lead us in Christ—the living way; Nor let us from His pastures stray.
4 Teach us in watchfulness and prayer, To wait for Thine appointed hour; And fit us, by Thy grace, to share The triumphs of Thy conq'ring power.
Songs of the Bride.
2.
J. H. 201—The Royal Feast. 11s.
A FOUNTAIN in Jesus which runs always free,
For washing and cleansing such sinners as we!
Our sins, tho' like crimson, made white as the wool,
No lack in the fountain, which always is full.
2 All things now are ready, He invites us to come,
The supper is made by the Father and Son;
Rich bounties, rich dainties, here we may receive,
A home in the kingdom, for those who believe.
3 The guests who were bidden, refused the call;
For they were not ready, nor willing at all
To be stripped of their honor, and part with
their store,
For a feast that was given and made for the
poor.
4 Though they were not ready, and wished to delay,
My house shall be filled, the Father doth say;
From highways and hedges, the halt and the blind,
Shall come and be welcome, the supper is Mine.
Songs of the Bride.
3.
W. H. 13—Dundee. C. M. ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed? And did my Sovereign die? Would He devote that sacred head For such a worm as I?
CHO. Jesus died for you, And Jesus died for me; Yes, Jesus died for all mankind; Bless God! salvation's free.
2 Was it for crimes that I have done He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree! Chorus.
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When Christ, the Mighty Maker died, For man, the creature's sin. Chorus.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, While His dear cross appears; Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears. Chorus.
5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe; Here, Lord, I give myself away, 'Tis all that I can do. Chorus.
Songs of the Bride.
4.
A LITTLE flock! so calls He thee, Who bought thee with His blood; A little flock—disowned of men, But owned and loved of God.
2 A little flock! so calls He thee; Church of the firstborn, hear! Be not ashamed to own the name; It is no name of fear.
3 Not many rich or noble called, Not many great or wise; They whom God makes His kings and priests Are poor in human eyes.
4 But the Chief Shepherd comes at length, Her feeble days are o'er; With glory crowned, and sceptre's strength She reigns forevermore.
5.
W. H. 63.
ALL for Jesus! all for Jesus!
All my being's ransomed pow'rs;
All my thoughts, and words, and doings,
All my days and all my hours.
All for Jesus; all for Jesus;
All my days and all my hours.
Songs of the Bride.
2 Let my hands perform His bidding;
Let my feet run in His ways;
Let my eyes see Jesus only;
Let my lips speak forth His praise.
All for Jesus! all for Jesus!
Let my lips speak forth His praise.
3 Since my eyes were fixed on Jesus, I've lost sight of all beside,— So enchained my spirit's vision, Looking at the crucified. All for Jesus! all for Jesus! All for Jesus crucified!
6.
W. H. 32.
ALL glory to Jesus be given, That life and salvation are free, And all may be washed and forgiven, For Jesus does save even me.
CHO.—Yes, Jesus is mighty, is mighty to save And all His salvation may know, On His bosom I lean, and His blood makes me clean For His blood can wash whiter than snow.
2 From the darkness of sin and despair, Out into the light of His love, He has brought me and made me an heir, To kingdoms and mansions above. Chorus.
Songs of the Bride.
3 Oh, the rapturous heights of His love, The measureless depths of His grace, My soul all His fulness would prove, And live in His loving embrace. Chorus.
4 In Him all my wants are supplied, His love makes my heaven below, And freely His blood is applied, His blood that makes whiter than snow. Chorus.
7.
Coronation. C. M.
ALL hail the power of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.
2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, Ye ransomed from the fall, Hail Him who saves you by His grace, And crown Him Lord of all.
3 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall; Go, spread your trophies at His feet, And crown Him Lord of all.
4 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To Him all majesty ascribe, And crown Him Lord of all.
Songs of the Bride.
8.
AM a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own His cause, Or blush to speak His name?
2 Must I be borne to Paradise On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas?
C. M.
3 Are there no foes for me to face? Must I not stem the flood? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God?
4 Sure I must fight if I would reign; Increase my courage Lord; I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by Thy word.
5 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all Thy armies shine In robes of vic'try through the skies, The glory shall be Thine.
9.
Rest.
ASLEEP in Jesus! blessed sleep From which none ever wakes to weep; A calm and undisturbed repose, Till raised to glory at its close.
Songs of the Bride.
2 Asleep in Jesus! O, how sweet To be for such a slumber meet! With holy confidence to rest In hope of being ever blest.
3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest, Whose waking is supremely blest; No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour, That manifests the Saviour's power.
4 Asleep in Jesus! soon to rise, Mount up to meet Him in the skies, Bursting the fetters of the tomb— Waking in full immortal bloom.
10.
J. H. 236.—Loving Kindness. L. M.
WAKE, my soul, in joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redeemer's praise;
He justly claims a song from me;
His loving-kindness, O, how free!
His loving-kindness, O, how free!
2 He saw me ruined in the fall, Yet loved me, notwithstanding all; He saved me from my lost estate; His loving-kindness, O, how great! &c.
3 Through numerous hosts of mighty foes, Though earth and hell its way oppose; He safely leads His church along : His loving-kindness, O, how strong! &c.
Songs of the Bride.
4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, Has gathered thick and thundered loud, He near my soul has always stood; His loving-kindness, O, how good! &c.
5 And when earth's rightful King shall come, To take His ransomed people home, I'll sing upon that blissful shore, His loving-kindness evermore; &c.
11.
W. H. 44.
BEAUTIFUL home of the blest, Beautiful home, beautiful home! Home where the weary ones rest, Beautiful home on high! Home where the pure and the good shall stand Clad in white raiment at God's right hand, Circling His Throne in a radiant band, Singing forever there.
Cho.—Beautiful, &c.
2 Home by the river of life,
Beautiful home, beautiful home!
Free from earth's passion and strife,
Beautiful home on high!
Home where the pris'ner finds sweet release;
Home where all sorrows forever cease;
Home where the ransomed ones dwell in peace.
Happy forever there. Chorus.
Songs of the Bride.
12.
BEHOLD, what wondrous grace The Father has bestowed On sinners of a mortal race, To call them sons of God!
2 Nor doth it yet appear How great we must be made; But when we see our Saviour here, We shall be like our Head.
3 A hope so much divine May trials well endure; May purify our souls from sin, As Christ, the Lord, is pure.
4 Now in our Father's love We share a filial part; He sends the spirit, like a dove, To dwell within each heart.
5 We can no longer lie Like slaves beneath the throne; Our hearts now "Abba, Father," cry, And He the kindred owns.
13.
Songs of the Bride.
BLESSED Bible, precious word! Boon most sacred from the Lord; Glory to His name be given, For the best rich gift from heaven.
2 'T is a ray of purest light, Beaming through the depths of night; Brighter than ten thousand gems Of the costliest diadems.
3 'T is a fountain, pouring forth Streams of life to gladden earth; Whence eternal blessings flow, Antidote for human woe.
4 'T is a mine, ay, deeper, too,
Than can mortal ever go;
Search we may for many years
Still some new, rich gem appears.
14.
G. H. 103-Concord.
BLEST be the tie that binds, Our hearts in Christian love; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above.
2 Blest are the sons of peace, Whose hearts and hopes are one, Whose kind designs to serve and please Through all their actions run.
3 Before our Father's throne, We pour our ardent prayers; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one Our comforts and our cares.
4 We share our mutual woes, Our mutual burdens bear; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear.
5 When we asunder part, It gives us inward pain; But we shall still be joined in heart, And hope to meet again.
6 This glorious hope revives Our courage by the way, While each in expectation lives, And longs to see the day.
15.
BLOW ye the trumpet, blow The gladly solemn sound; Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound : The year of Jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
2 Jesus, our great High Priest Hath full atonement made: Ye weary spirits, rest; Ye mournful souls, be glad. The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
H. M.
3 Extol the Lamb of God, The all-atoning Lamb; Redemption through His blood.
Songs of the Bride.
To all the world proclaim. The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
4 Ye who have sold for nought Your heritage above, Shall have it back unbought, The gift of Jesus' love. The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
5 The seventh trumpet hear,
The news of heavenly grace;
And, saved from death, appear
Before the Saviour's face.
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
16.
J. H. 102.—Sounding Joy. C.M.
BRIDE of the Lamb, awake, awake! Why weep for sorrow now? The hope of glory, Christ, is thine. A child of glory, thou.
2 Thy spirit through the lonely night, From earthly joy apart, Hath sighed for one that's far away, The Bridegroom of Thy heart.
8 But see, the night is wanning fast, The breaking morn is here; And Jesus comes, with voice of love. Thy drooping heart to cheer.
4 He comes, for, O, His yearning heart No more can bear delay, To scenes of full unmingled joy To call His bride away.
5 This earth, the scene of all His woe, A homeless wild to thee, Full soon upon his heavenly throne its rightful King shall see.
6 His own kind hand shall wipe the tears From every weeping eye; And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears, And death itself, shall die.
Millennial Morning. 9s & 8s
CHRISTIAN the morn breaks sweetly o'er thee,
And all the midnight shadows flee;
Tinged are the distant skies with glory,
A beacon light hangs out for thee.
Arise, arise, the light breaks o'er thee,
Bright from thy everlasting home;
Soon shalt thou reach that world of glory,
Soon shalt thou share thy Saviour's throne.
2 Cheer up, cheer up; the day breaks o'er thee, Bright in the promised shining way! Light from Heaven is streaming for thee, Proving thee near the perfect day. Away, away, leave all for glory! Baubles of time and vanity, Search for the truth, O, buy and sell not; And live, and reign eternally.
Songs of the Bride.
H.M.95-The Prospect.
COME all ye saints to Pisgah's mountain, Come view your home beyond the tide: The land we love is just before us, Soon we'll sing on the other side. O! there are bright crowns of glory, And life which our Saviour will give, And all who have loved His appearing, With Him shall eternally live.
CHO-O! the prospect it is so transporting, Saviour, hasten Thy coming, we pray; We sigh for the home Thou hast promis'd And the dawn of the bright endless day.
2 There endless springs of life are flowing, There are the fields of living green ; Mansions of beauty are provided, And the King of the Saints is seen. Soon our conflicts and toils will be ended, We'll be tried and tempted no more, And the saints of all ages and nations We shall meet on that heavenly shore. Cho-O! the prospect, &c.
3 Faith now beholds the flowing river, Gliding from underneath the throne; There, too, the Saviour lives forever, And He'll welcome the faithful home. Would you walk 'mid the trees by the river, With the friends you have loved by your side? Would you sing the new song of redeemed ones? Then be ready to follow your guide.
19.
Holden. L.M.
COME, Jesus, Master, Sun divine! On these baptismal waters shine. Thy light, Thy love, Thy life impart, And fill each consecrated heart.
2 We love Thy name, we love Thy laws, And joyfully embrace Thy cause; We love Thy cross, the shame, the pain, O Lamb of God, for sinners slain!
3 We plunge beneath the mystic flood; O plunge us in Thy cleansing blood! We die to sin, and seek a grave With Thee, beneath the yielding wave.
4 And as we rise with Thee to live, O, let the Holy Spirit give The sealing unction from above, The breath of life, the fire of love.
20.
COME, Thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount, I'm fixed upon it!
Mount of God's unchanging love.
Songs of the Bride.
2 Here I raise mine Ebenezer; Hither by Thy help I'm come; And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wand'ring from the fold of God; He to rescue me from danger, Interposed his precious blood.
3 O. to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be; Let thy goodness, like a fetter, Bind my grateful heart to Thee. Love of Jesus! yes, I feel it! Praise to Thee, the God I love! Here's my heart, O take and seal it, Seal it for Thy courts above.
21.
J. H. 89-Coventry.
COME, ye that know and love the Lord, And raise your thoughts above; Let every heart and voice accord To sing that "God is love."
2 This precious truth His word declares, And all His mercies prove; Jesus, the gift of gifts appears, To show that "God is love."
3 Behold His patience, bearing long With those who from Him rove; Till mighty grace their hearts subdues, To teach them—"God is love."
Songs of the Bride.
4 O may we now, while pilgrims here, This best of blessings prove : In future ages,—to the world Proclaim that "God is love."
22.
DARE to be right! dare to be true!
You have a work which no other can do;
Do it so kindly, so bravely, so well,
'Twill gladden all heaven, and silence all hell.
CHO—Dare! dare! dare to be right!
Dare! dare! dare to be true!
Dare to be true! dare to be true.
2 Dare to be right! dare to be true!
Foes may be many, and friends may be few.
Truth and her champions the world will disown,
Stand by her banner although you'er alone.
3 Dare to be right! dare to be true!
Cowards and bigots dread everything new.
Evil loves darkness; but true men shall see;
Whom truth has unshackled, the Son shall make free.
4 Dare to be right! dare to be true!
Other men's failures can never save you.
Stand by your conscience, your honor, your faith;
Stand like a hero, and battle till death.
Songs of the Bride.
5 Dare to be right! dare to be true!
Love may deny you its sunshine and dew;
Let the dew fail, for then showers will be given—
Dew is from earth, but the showers are from Heaven.
6 Dare to be right! dare to be true!
God who created you cares for you too;
Treasures the tears that his striving ones shed,
Counts and protects every hair of your head.
7 Dare to be right! dare to be true!
Cannot Omnipotence carry you through?
City and mansion, and throne all in sight,
Can you not dare to be true and be right?
23.
J. H. 264—Richland.
DAUGHTER of Zion! awake from Thy sadness!
Awake! for thy foes shall oppress thee no more;
Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of gladness,
Arise! for the night of thy sorrow is o'er.
Daughter of Zion! &c.
2 Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued them,
And scattered their legions, was mightier far; They fled like the chaff from the scourge that pursued them:
Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war.
Daughter of Zion! &c.
3 Daughter of Zion! the power that hath sav'd thee,
Extoll'd with the harp and the timbrel should be
Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee,
Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free.
Daughter of Zion, &c.
24.
DEAR Saviour, we Thy will obey; Not of constraint, but with delight, Thy servants hither come to-day, To honor Thine appointed rite;
2 O, sacred rite! by Thee to own The name of Jesus we begin; This is our resurrection pledge— And symbol of our hope in Him.
3 We count ourselves as dead to sin Now to be buried with our Lord; O plunge us in the cleansing blood, To rise renewed, to live to God.
Songs of the Bride.
4 No more let sin and Satan reign Over our bodies reckoned dead; But overcoming day by day, Grow up into our living Head.
25.
DEATH'S not the "Gate of Paradise," Nor "opening key" to Heaven; Nor a bright "angel from the skies," Or "friend" in mercy given.
2 Death to the saint is not the hour When Christ his Lord doth come, In all the glory of His power, To waft him to His home.
3 Nature will mourn departing friends, And shake at death's alarms; 'Tis not "the voice that Jesus sends To call them to His arms."
4 No! 'tis a dark and cruel foe, Which has invaded earth; And to distress, and fear, and woe Intense, hath given birth.
5 Not when we fall, but when we rise,
Shall we in triumph sing:—
O grave, where is thy victory?
And where, O death, thy sting?
Songs of the Bride.
6 For Death and He who hath its power, Shall be at last destroyed, And saints no more, O, joyful hour! Will be by them annoyed.
26.
W. H. 102.
FADE! fade each earthly joy,
Jesus is mine!
Break every tender tie,
Jesus is mine!
Dark is the wilderness,
Absent the resting place;
Jesus alone can bless;
Jesus is mine!
2 Tempt not my soul away, Jesus is mine! He is my only stay, Jesus is mine! Perishing things of clay, Born but for one brief day, Pass from my heart away, Jesus is mine!
3 Fare ye well, dreams of night,
Jesus is mine!
Mine is a dawning light,
Jesus is mine!
All that my soul has tried
Left but an aching void;
Jesus has satisfied,
Jesus is mine!
Songs of the Bride.
4 Farewell, mortality!
Jesus is mine!
Welcome, eternity!
Jesus is mine!
Welcome, ye scenes of rest!
Welcome, ye mansions blest!
Welcome, a Saviour's breast!
Jesus is mine!
27.
Dundee.
FATHER of mercies, in Thy word What endless glory shines! Forever be Thy name adored For these celestial lines.
C.M.
2 'Tis here the Saviour's welcome voice Spreads heavenly peace around; And life, and everlasting joys Attend the blissful sound.
3 O, may these heavenly pages be My ever dear delight; And still new beauties may I see, And still increasing light!
4 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord,
Be thou forever near;
Teach me to love Thy sacred word,
And view my Saviour here.
Songs of the Bride.
28.
FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at Thy throne of grace, Let this petition rise.
2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From every murmur free; The blessings of Thy grace impart, And make me live to Thee.
3 Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine My every hour attend; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end.
29.
Tune—G. H. & S. Songs, page 18.
FREE from the law, oh happy condition,
Jesus hath bled, and there is remission ;
Curs'd by the law and bruised by the fall,
Grace hath redeemed us once for all.
CHO.Once for all, oh, sinner, receive it, Once for all, oh, brother, believe it; Cling to the Cross, the burden will fall. Christ hath redeemed us once for all.
2 Now are we free—there's no condemnation, Jesus provides a perfect salvation; "Come unto me," oh, hear His sweet call, Come, and He saves us once for all.
Songs of the Bride.
3 "Children of God," oh, glorious calling, Surely His grace will keep us from falling; Passing from death to life at His call, Blessed salvation once for all.
30.
Wells.
L.M.
FROM all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue.
2 Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord,
Eternal truth attends Thy word;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.
3 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring, In songs of praise divinely sing; The great salvation loud proclaim, And shout for joy the Saviour's name.
4 In every land begin the song;
To every land the strains belong;
In cheerful sounds all voices raise,
And fill the world with loudest praise.
31.
L. M.
FROM every stormy wind that blows from every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat; 'Tis found beneath Thy mercy-seat.
2 There is a place, where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads; A place than all besides more sweet; It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.
3 Ah! whither could we flee for aid, When tempted, desolate, dismayed! Or how the hosts of hell defeat, Had suffering saints no mercy-seat?
4 There, there on eagles' wings we soar,
And sin and sense molest no more.;
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
While glory crowns Thy mercy-seat.
32.
Tune-G. H. & S. Songs, page 73.
FULLY persuaded, Lord, I believe!
Fully persuaded, Thy Spirit give:
I will obey Thy call;
Low at Thy feet I fall;
Gladly surrender all,
Christ to receive.
2 Fully persuaded—Lord, hear my cry! Fully persuaded—pass me not by; Just as I am, I come, I will no longer roam, O make my heart Thy home; Save, or I die!
3 Fully persuaded, no more opprest. Fully persuaded, now I am blest; Jesus is now my Guide,
Songs of the Bride.
I will in Christ abide; My soul is satisfied In Him to rest!
4 Fully persuaded, Jesus is mine;
Fully persuaded, Lord, I am thine!
O make my love to Thee
Like Thine own love to me,
So rich, so full and free,—
Saviour divine!
33.
GLAD tidings! glad tidings! the kingdom is near,
Our glorious Deliverer will soon, soon appear;
In clouds of bright glory, to our rescue He'll come,
And angels will hail us to our heavenly home.
Cho.—Hallelujah, Amen,
Hallelujah, Amen,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Amen!
2 Glad tidings! glad tidings! the Kingdom is near;
On the plains of fair Canaan we soon shall appear;
With harps tuned celestial, our voices we'll raise
To Jesus, our Saviour, in accents of praise.
Songs of the Bride.
3 Glad tidings! glad tidings! the Kingdom is near;
Rejoice then, ye pilgrims, your redemption is near;
The promised possession we soon shall receive,
And with Jesus in glory eternally live.
34.
GOD is the refuge of His saints When storms of sharp distress invade; Ere we can offer our complaints, Behold Him present with His aid.
2 There is a stream, whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God; Life, love and joy still gliding through, And wat'ring our divine abode.
3 That sacred stream, Thy holy word,
Our grief allays, our fear controls;
Sweet peace Thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls;
35.
Tune—G. H. & S. Songs, page 31.
GOD loved the world of sinners lost,
And ruined by the fall;
Salvation full at highest cost,
He offers free to all.
Songs of the Bride.
Cho.—Oh, 'twas love, 'twas wondrous love,
The love of God to me;
It brought my Saviour from above
To die on Calvary.
2 E'en now by faith I claim Him mine, The risen Son of God; Redemption by His death I find, And cleansing through the blood.
3 Love brings the glorious fullness in, And to His saints makes known The blessed rest from inbred sin, Through faith in Christ alone.
4 Believing souls, rejoicing go; There shall be to you given A glorious foretaste, here below, Of endless life in heaven.
5 Of victory now o'er Satan's power Let all the ransomed sing, And triumph now in every hour, Through Christ the Lord our King.
36.
Arlington.
C. M.
GOD moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.
Songs of the Bride.
2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up His bright designs, And works His sovereign will.
3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan His work in vain; God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain.
37.
C. M.
GOD'S hand that saves, though kind,
seems rough;
His methods just, but rude;
Frail shrinking nature cries "Enough,"
Yet proves the Lord is good.
Songs of the Bride.
2 The chiseled stone, had it a voice, Would cry, "You hurt me sore; " The sculptor seeks its perfectness, And trims it more and more.
3 Until, by dint of strokes and blows, The shapeless mass appears; Symmetric, polished, beautiful, To stand a thousand years.
4 The beaten sheaves, all threshed and torn, And trampled under feet, Yield forth, when tribulation's o'er, Their grains of golden wheat.
5 Out of the crushed and mangled grapes, Comes forth the sparkling wine; If God but still my portion is, Be such experience mine.
6 Kept while the furnace heated white, Shall purge the dross away; Thy judgements, Lord, are true and right, And brighter every day.
38.
Tune-Zion.
GUIDE me, O Thou Great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land; I am weak, but Thou art mighty, Hold me with Thy powerful hand; Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more.
Songs of the Bride.
2 Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing streams do flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar,
Lead me all my journey through;
Strong Deliverer,
Be Thou still my strength and shield.
3 As I near the time of trouble,
Bid my faith in Thee increase;
While the thousands round are falling,
Keep me, keep in perfect peace;
Refuge! Fortress!
Thou hast set Thy love on me.
39.
J.H. 320—Hail to the Brightness. 11s & 10s.
HAIL to the brightness of Zion's glad morning!
Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain! Hushed be the accent of sorrow and mourning;
Zion in triumph begins her glad reign.
2 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning,
Long by the prophets of Israel foretold;
Hail to the millions from bondage returning!
Gentiles and Jews the blest vision behold.
3 See! in the desert rich flowers are springing; Streams ever copious are gliding along; Loud from the mountain-tops echoes are ringing, Wastes rise in verdure and mingle in song.
Songs of the Bride.
4 See the dead risen from land and from ocean; Praise to Jehova ascending on high; Fall'n are the engines of war and commotion, Shouts of salvation are rending the sky.
40.
Thou Knowest that I Love Thee. 7s, 6s & 4s. HARK! hark! hear the blest tidings; Soon, soon, Jesus will come, Robed, robed in honor and glory, To gather His ransomed ones home; Yes, yes, O yes, To gather His ransomed ones home.
2 Now, now, through a glass darkly, Shine, shine, visions to come; Soon, soon, we shall behold them, Cloudless and bright in our home.
3 Long, long we have been waiting. We who love His dear name; Now, now, we are delighting, "Jesus is here," to proclaim.
J. H. 248-Harwell.
HARK, ten thousand harps and voices,
Sound the notes of praise above;
Jesus reigns and heaven rejoices;
Jesus reigns, the God of love.
See, He sits on yonder throne;
Jesus rules the world alone,
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Amen.
Songs of the Bride.
2 Jesus, hail! whose glory brightens All above, and gives it worth; Lord of life, Thy smile enlightens, Cheers and charms Thy saints on earth. When we think of love like Thine, Lord, we own it love divine, Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Amen.
3 King of glory! reign forever, Thine an everlasting crown; Nothing from Thy love shall sever Those whom Thou shalt call Thine own; Happy objects of Thy grace, Destined to behold Thy face, Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Amen!
42.
J. H. 290—Jesus is There.
HASTE, my dull soul, arise, Shake off thy care; Press for the promised prize, Mighty in prayer. Christ, He has gone before, Count all thy sufferings o'er; He all thy burdens bore Jesus is there.
2 Souls for the marriage feast, Robed and prepared Holy must be such guests; Jesus is there!
Songs of the Bride.
Saints, wear your victory palms. Chant your celestial psalms; Bride of the Lamb, Thy charms O! let me wear.
3 Kings for the promised throne, Crowns we shall wear; Christ reigns, but not alone, We soon shall share, O ye despised ones, come! Pilgrims no more we'll roam; Sweetly we'll rest at home Jesus is there.
43.
Tune-G. H. & S. Songs, page 32.
HAVE you on the Lord believed? Still there's more to follow; Of His grace have you received? Still there's more to follow; Oh, the grace the Father shows! Still there's more to follow; Freely He His grace bestows, Still there's more to follow.
CHO.—More and more, more and more Always more to follow; Oh, His matchless, boundless love! Still there's more to follow.
2 Have you felt the Saviour near? Still there's more to follow; Does His blessed presence cheer? Still there's more to follow; Oh, the love that Jesus shows!
Still there's more to follow; Freely He His love bestows, Still there's more to follow.
3 Have you felt the Spirit's power? Still there's more to follow; Falling like the gentle shower? Still there's more to follow; Oh, the power the spirit shows, Still there's more to follow; Freely He His power bestows, Still there's more to follow.
44.
W. H. 105-Aletta.
HEAVENLY Father, I would wear Angel garments, white and fair; Angel vesture undefiled, Wilt Thou give unto Thy child?
2 Take the raiment soiled away, That I wear with shame to-day; Clothe me in my angel dress, Beautiful with holiness.
3 Let me wear the white robes here, E'en on earth, my Father dear; Holding fast Thy hand, and so Through the world unspotted go.
45.
Tune—G. H. & S. Songs, page 52.
HE leadeth me, O! blessed thought!
Oh, words with heav'nly comfort fraught!
Whate'er I do, where'er I be,
Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.
REF.—He leadeth me! He leadeth me! By His own hand He leadeth me, His faithful follower I would be, For by His hand He leadeth me.
2 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom ; By waters still, o'er troubled sea— Still 'tis His hand that leadeth me.
Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine, Nor never murmur nor repine Content whatever lot I see Since 'tis my God that leadeth me.
4 And when my task on earth is done, When by Thy grace the victory's won, E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, Since God through Jordan leadeth me.
46.
HERE o'er the earth as a stranger I roam, Here is.no rest—is no rest; Here as a pilgrim I wander alone, Yet I am blest—I am blest.
For I look forward to that glorious day, When sin and sorrow will vanish away, My heart doth leap while I hear Jesus say, There, there is rest—There is rest.
2 Here fierce temptations beset me around!
Here is no rest—is no rest;
Here I am grieved while my foes me sur round;
Yet I am blest-I am blest.
Let them revile me and scoff at my name,
Laugh at my weeping—endeavor to shame,
I will go forward, for this is my theme,
There, there is rest—there is rest.
3 Here are afflictions and trials severe;
Here is no rest-is no rest;
Here I must part with the friends I hold dear;
Yet I am blest-I am blest.
Sweet is the promise I read in His word,
Blessed are they who have died in the Lord;
They will be called to receive their reward;
Then there is rest-there is rest.
4 This world of care is a wilderness state, Here is no rest—is no rest; Here I must bear from the world all its hate, Yet I am blest-I am blest. Soon shall I be from the wicked released, Soon shall the weary forever be blest, Soon shall I lean upon Jesus' breast- Then there is rest-there is rest.
Songs of the Bride.
47.
Arnheim.
L. M.
HIGH in the Heavens, eternal God, Thy goodness in full glory shines; Thy truth shall break through every cloud That veils and darkens Thy designs.
2 Forever firm Thy justice stands, As mountains their foundations keep; Wise are the wonders of Thy hands, Thy judgments are a mighty deep.
3 Thy providence is kind and large, Both man and beast Thy bounty share; The whole creation is Thy charge, But saints are Thy peculiar care.
4 My God, how excellent Thy grace! Whence all our hope and comfort springs; Mid earthly woes we sweetly rest, Under the shadow of Thy wings.
48.
Tune-G. H. & S. Songs, page 16. HO! my comrades, see the signal Waving in the sky! Reinforcements now appearing, Victory is nigh!
Cnc.—"Hold the fort, for I am coming," Jesus signals still, Wave the answer back to heaven— "By Thy grace we will."
Songs of the Bride.
2 See the mighty host advancing, Satan leading on; Mighty men around us falling, Courage almost gone.
3 See the glorious banner waving, Hear the bugle blow. In our Leader's name we'll triumph Over every foe.
4 Fierce and long the battle rages, But our Help is near; Onward comes our Great Commander. Cheer, my comrades, cheer!
49.
HOPE of our hearts! O Lord, appear, Thou glorious Star of day! Shine forth and chase the dreary night, With all our fears away.
2 We've waited long, we're waiting still; Longing with Thee to be. Our eye is on the royal crown Prepared for us and Thee.
3 O, the thought of sharing, Lord, Thy glory from above, What is it to the brighter hope Of dwelling in Thy love?
Songs of the Bride.
What to the joy—the deeper joy, Unmingled, pure and free, Of union with our living Head— Of fellowship with Thee?
This joy e'en now on earth is ours; But when Thou, Lord, shalt come, We'll learn the fullness of Thy love, In our eternal home.
6 There, near Thy heart, upon the throne, Thy ransomed Bride shall see What grace was in the bleeding Lamb, Who died to make her free.
7 O, what are all my suff'rings here, If, Lord, Thou count me meet With that enraptured host t' appear, And worship at Thy feet?
50.
J. H. 194--Christ our Pilot. 11s.
HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in His excellent word;
What more can He say than to you He hath said,
You, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?
2 In every condition, in sickness, in health, In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth, At home and abroad, on the land or the sea, As Thy days may demand shall Thy strength ever be.
3 When through deep waters I call Thee to go, The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow; For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless, And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.
4 When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
My grace all-sufficient shall be thy supply;
The flames shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.
5 The soul that on Jesus doth lean for repose, I will not, I will not desert to his foes; That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, I'll never, no, never, no, never, forsake.
HOW happy, how glorious, how joyful to feel The love that's immortal with heavenly zeal; The love that is perfect, the love that is pure, That we may with patience all things well endure.
2 I want to feel little, more simple, more mild More like my blest Master, and more like a child; More humble, more thankful, more lovely in mind, More watchful, more prayerful, more loving and kind.
Songs of the Bride.
3 I want the pure wisdom that comes from above,
The harmless, quiet nature, so much like a dove;
I want the sweet spirit of Jesus, my Lord,
And perfect accordance with His blessed word.
4 I want to be stripped from all human pride; All anger and malice I would lay aside; From sin and its bondage I would be set free, And live, my dear Saviour, live only to Thee.
52.
HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; 'T is manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest.
3 Jesus, our Saviour, Husband, Friend Our Prophet, Priest and King Our hearts in gratitude ascend Accept the praise we bring.
4 We would Thy boundless love proclaim With every fleeting breath; And sound the music of Thy name Abroad through all the earth.
Songs of the Bride.
5 Weak is the effort of each heart, And cold our warmest thought, But when we see Thee as Thou art, We'll praise Thee as we ought.
53.
Tune—G. H. & S. Songs, page 25.
I AM so glad that our Father in Heaven Tells of His love in the Book He has given.
Wonderful things in the Bible I see:
This is the dearest, that Jesus loves me.
CHO.—I am so glad that Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me, I am so glad that Jesus loves me, Jesus loves even me.
2 Though I forget Him, and wander away, Still He doth love me wherever I stray; Back to His dear loving arms would I flee, When I remember that Jesus loves me.
Love brought Him down my poor soul to redeem;
Yes, it was love made Him die on the tree,
Oh, I am certain that Jesus loves me.
4 If one should ask of me, "How can you tell?" Glory to Jesus I know very well; God's Holy Spirit with mine doth agree, Constantly witnessing—Jesus loves me.
Songs of the Bride.
5 I know He will keep me in hope if I sleep,
And kindly watch o'er me tho' others may weep;
And on that bright morn when the shadows all flee,
I'll wake in His likeness because He loves me.
6 O, if there's only one song I can sing,
When in His beauty I see the great King,
This shall my song in eternity be,
Oh, what a wonder that Jesus loves me!
54.
H.M.38.
I AM waiting, ever waiting,
For a brighter, better day,
Just beyond the clouds and shadows,
That surround my lonely way;
For a day of light and gladness,
Such as earth has never known,
When in equity and justice,
Christ shall reign on David's throne.
2 All the prophets of past ages,
Saw its brightness from afar.
And in words sublime have spoken
Of the peace and glory there.
They have slept in those green valleys,
Which in weariness they trod,
Soon they'll come with songs of triumph,
To the holy mount of God.
3 Now the world is full of suffering,
Sounds of woe fall on my ears,
Sights of wretchedness and sorrow,
Fill my eyes with pitying tears.
'Tis the earth's dark night of weeping,
Wrong and evil triumph now,
I can wait, for just before me
Beams the morning's roseate glow.
4 I am waiting, hoping, praying For Messiah's glorious reign, For I know He'll rule in justice, Right and truth will triumph then. Worldly pleasures cannot win me, While I wait for that bright day, Worldly splendor cannot charm me, While its light beams on my way.
55.
J. H. 271.—Commuck. P.M.
IF I in Thy likeness, O Lord, may awake, And shine a pure image of Thee, Then I shall be satisfied when I can break The fetters of flesh and be free.
2 I know this stained tablet must first be washed white,
To let Thy bright features be drawn;
I know I must suffer the darkness of night,
To welcome the coming of dawn.
Songs of the Bride.
3 O! I shall be satisfied when I can cast The shadow of nature all by, When this cold, dreary world from my vision is passed, To dwell'neath an unclouded sky.
4 And O! the blest morning already is here; The shadows of nature do fade; And soon in Thy likeness I'll with Thee appear, In glory and beauty arrayed.
5 When on Thine own image in me Thou hast smiled,
Within Thy blest mansion, and when
The arms of my Father encircle His child,
O! I shall be satisfied then.
56.
W.H.12.
I HAVE entered the valley of blessing so sweet,
And Jesus abides with me there;
And His spirit and blood make my cleansing complete,
And His perfect love casteth out fear.
CHO-O, come to this valley of blessing so sweet. Where Jesus will fulness bestow Oh, believe, and receive, and confess Him, That all His salvation may know.
2 There is peace in the valley of blessing so sweet,
And plenty the land doth impart;
And there's rest for the weary worn traveler's feet,
And joy for the sorrowing heart.
3 There is love in the valley of blessing so sweet,
Such as none but the blood-washed may feel;
When heaven comes down redeemed spirits to greet,
And Christ sets His covenant seal.
4 There's a song in the valley of blessing so sweet,
That only the virgins can sing:
"All nations shall worship and bow at Thy feet,
To th' honor and praise of our King."
57.
Tune-G. H. & S. Songs, page 15.
I KNOW not the hour when my Lord will come
To take me away to His own dear home;
But I know that His presence will lighten the gloom,
And that will be glory for me.
Songs of the Bride.
CHO.—And that will be glory for me, Oh, that will be glory for me, But I know that His presence will lighten the gloom, And that will be glory for me.
2 I know not the song that the angels sing,
I know not the sound of the harp's glad ring;
But I know there'll be mention of Jesus our King,
And that will be music for me.
But I know there'll be mention of Jesus our King,
And that will be music for me.
3 I know not the form of my mansion fair,
I know not the name that I then shall bear;
But I know that my Saviour will welcome me there,
And that will be heaven for me.
But I know that my Saviour will welcome me there, And that will be heaven for me.
Songs of the Bride.
58.
G. H. & S. Songs, page 40.
I LOVE to tell the story
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus, and His glory;
Of Jesus, and His love.
I love to tell the story,
Because I know it's true;
It satisfies my longings,
As nothing else would do.
CHO.—I love to tell the Story! 'Twill be my theme in glory, To tell the Old, Old Story Of Jesus and His love.
2 I love to tell the Story! More wonderful it seems, Than all the golden fancies Of all our golden dreams: I love to tell the Story! It did so much for me; And that is just the reason, I tell it now to thee.
3 I love to tell the Story! 'Tis pleasant to repeat What seems, each time I tell it, More wonderfully sweet; I love to tell the Story, For some have never heard The message of salvation From God's own Holy Word.
Songs of the Bride.
4 I love to tell the Story! For those who know it best Seem hungering and thirsting To hear it, like the rest; And when, in scenes of glory, I sing the NEW, NEW SONG, 'Twill be—the OLD, OLD STORY That I have loved so long.
59.
I'm a Traveler.
I'M a lonely trav'ler here, Weary, oppres't; But my journey's end is near; Soon I shall rest. Dark and dreary is the way, Toiling I've come; Ask me not with you to stay; Yonder's my home.
7s & 4s.
2 I'm a weary trav'ler here— I must go on; For my journey's end is near— I must be gone. Brighter joys than earth can give, Win me away; Pleasures that forever live— I cannot stay.
3 I'm a traveler to a land Where all is fair; Where is seen no broken band; All, all are there.
Songs of the Bride.
Where no tear shall ever fall, Nor heart be sad; Where the glory is for all, And all are glad.
60.
Tune-G. H. & S. Songs, page 5. I NEED Thee every hour, Most precious Lord! No tender voice like Thine Can peace afford.
REF.—I need Thee, oh! I need Thee; Every hour I need Thee; O bless me now, my Saviour! I come to Thee.
2 I need Thee every hour; Stay Thou near by; Temptations lose their power When Thou art nigh.
3 I need Thee every hour, In joy or pain; With me dear Lord abide, Or life is vain.
4 I need Thee every hour: Teach me Thy will; And thy rich promises In me fulfil.
Songs of the Bride.
61.
IN God I have found a retreat, Where I can securely abide; No refuge, nor rest so complete, And here I intend to reside.
CHO.—Oh, what comfort it brings My soul sweetly sings: I am safe from all danger While under His wings.
2 I dread not the terror by night, No sorrow can harm me by day; His shadow has covered me quite, My fears He has driven away.
3 The pestilence walking about, When darkness has settled abroad, Can never compel me to doubt The presence and pow'r of our Lord.
4 The wasting destruction at noon, No fearful foreboding can bring; With Jesus, my soul doth commune, His perfect salvation I sing.
5 A thousand may fall at my side, Ten thousand at my right hand; Above me His wings are spread wide, Beneath them in safety I stand.
6 His truth is my buckler and shield; His love He hath set upon me; His name in my heart He hath sealed; E'en now His salvation I see.
54 Songs of the Bride.
62.
IN some way or other the Lord will provide:
It may not be my way,
It may not be thy way;
And yet in His own way,
"The Lord will provide."
Cho.—Then, we'll trust in the Lord,
And He will provide;
Yes, we'll trust in the Lord,
And He will provide.
2 At some time or other the Lord will provide : It may not be my time, It may not be thy time; And yet, in His own time, "The Lord will provide."
3 Depend then no longer; the Lord will provide;
And this be the token—
No word He hath spoken
Was ever yet broken.
"The Lord will provide."
63.
I STAND all astonished with wonder, And gaze on the ocean of love; And over its waves to my spirit Comes peace, like a heavenly dove.
Songs of the Bride.
CHO.—The Cross now covers my sins;
The past is under the blood;
I'm trusting in Jesus for all:
My will is the will of my God.
2 I struggled and wrestled and wrestled to win it,
The blessing that setteth me free;
But when I had ceased from my struggles,
His peace Jesus gave unto me.
3 He laid His hand on me and healed me, And bade me be every whit whole; I touched but the hem of His garment, And glory came thrilling my soul.
4 The Prince of my peace is now present, The light of His face is on me; O listen! beloved, He speaketh : "My peace I will give unto thee."
64.
J. H. 257. W.H. 76. 8s & 7s.
JESUS, I my cross have taken,
All to leave, and follow Thee;
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence my all shalt be.
Perish every fond ambition,
All I've sought, or hoped, or known,
Yet how rich is my condition,
God and heaven are still my own.
2 Let the world despise and leave me, They have left my Saviour too; Human hearts and looks deceive me, Thou art faithful, Thou art true. And while Thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love and might, Foes may hate, and friends may scorn me, Show Thy face and all is bright.
3 Man may trouble and distresss me, 'T will but drive me to Thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me, Soon'twill bring the sweeter rest. Oh!'tis not in grief to harm me While Thy love is left to me, Oh!'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
4 Go then, earthly fame and treasure;
Come, disaster, scorn and pain;
In Thy service pain is pleasure,
With Thy favor loss is gain;
I have called Thee, Abba, Father;
I have set my heart on Thee;
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather;
All must work for good to me.
5 Soul, then know thy full salvation;
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care;
Joy to find, in every station,
Something still to do or bear.
Think what Spirit dwells within thee;
Think what Father's smiles are thine;
Think that Jesus died to win thee;
Child of heaven, canst thou repine?
Songs of the Bride.
65.
Martyn. JESUS, refuge of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the raging billows roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past! Safe into the haven guide, O, receive me home at last!
2 Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, ah, leave me not alone!
Still support and comfort me;
All my trust on Thee is stayed,
All my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of Thy wing.
3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
All I need, in Thee I find
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Thou of life the fountain art!
Freely let me take of Thee:
Spring Thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.
66.
JOY to the world, the Lord is come! Let earth receive her King; Let every heart prepare Him room, And heaven and nature sing.
Songs of the Bride.
2 Joy to the world the Saviour reigns,
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains,
Repeat the sounding joy.
3 He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of His righteousness, And wonders of His love.
67.
LET earth and heaven agree. Angels and men be joined To celebrate with me— The Saviour of mankind; To adore the all-atoning Lamb, And bless the sound of Jesus' name.
2 Jesus! transporting sound!
The joy of earth and heaven;
No other help is found,
No other name is given,
By which we can salvation have;
For Jesus came the world to save.
3 O, for a trumpet voice On all the world to call! To bid their hearts rejoice In Him who died for all! For all my Lord was crucified; For all the world my Saviour died.
Songs of the Bride. 59
68.
C. M.
LET worldly minds the world pursue, It has no charms for me; Once I admired its trifles too, But grace hath set me free.
2 Its pleasures can no longer please, Nor happiness afford; Far from my thoughts be joys like these Since I have found the Lord.
3 As by the light of opening day The stars are all concealed, So earthly pleasures fade away When Jesus is reveal'd.
4 Creatures no more divide my choice; I bid them all depart; His name, His love, His gracious voice Have fix'd my roving heart.
69.
A Thousand Years.
LIFT up your heads, desponding pilgrims, Give to the winds your needless fears; He who hath died on Calvary's mountain, Soon is to reign a thousand years.
CHO. A thousand years earth's coming glory— 'Tis the glad day so long foretold : 'Tis the bright morn of Zion's glory, Prophets foresaw in times of old.
Songs of the Bride.
2 Tell the whole world these blessed tidings, Speak of the time of rest that nears; Tell the oppressed of ev'ry nation, Jubilee lasts a thousand years.
3 What if the clouds do for a moment Hide the blue sky where morn appears: Soon the glad sun of promise given, Rises to shine a thousand years.
4 Haste thee along ages of glory,
Haste the glad time when Christ appears.
Oh, for the faith of ancient worthies;
Oh, for that reign of a thousand years.
70.
LIGHT of the world, shine on our souls Thy grace to us afford; And while we meet to learn Thy truth, Be Thou our teacher, Lord.
2 As once Thou didst Thy word expound To those who walked with Thee, So teach us, Lord, to understand, And its blest fulness see.
3 Its richness, sweetness, power and depth,
Its holiness discern;
Its joyful news of saving grace
By blest experience learn.
Songs of the Bride.
4 Help us each other to assist; Thy spirit now impart; Keep humble, but with love inflame, To Thee and Thine, each heart.
5 Thus may Thy Word be dearer still, And studied more, each day; And, as it richly dwells within, Thyself in it display.
71.
W. H. 94.
LIKE the sound of many waters Rolling on, through ages long; In a tide of rapture breaking— Hark! the mighty choral song!
CHO.—Hallelujah! hallelujah! Let the heavenly portals ring! Christ has come, the King of glory! Christ the Lord, Messiah, King.
2 Lo! the Morning Star appeareth, O'er the world His beams are cast; He the Alpha and Omega, He, the Great, the First, the Last; Hallelujah, etc.
3 Clap your hands with exultation! Sing aloud, rejoice with mirth, Peace her silver wing hath folded: Lo! she comes to dwell on earth! Hallelujah, etc. Songs of the Bride.
4 Saviour, not with costly treasure,
Do we gather at Thy throne,
All we have, our hearts we give Thee,—
Consecrate them Thine alone.
Hallelujah, etc.
72.
LOVE divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heaven, to earth come down;
Fix in us Thy humble dwelling
All Thy faithful mercies crown!
Jesus, Thou art all compassion,
Pure unbounded love Thou art;
Visit us with Thy salvation;
Fill, with perfect love, each heart.
2 Come, Almighty to deliver,
Let us all Thy life receive,
Suddenly return. and never,
Never more Thy temples leave;
Thee we would be always blessing,
Serve Thee as Thy hosts above,
Pray, and praise Thee without ceasing,
Glory in Thy perfect love.
3 Finish then Thy new creation,
Pure and spotless let us be;
Let us see Thy great salvation—
Perfectly restored in Thee;
Changed from glory into glory,
Till we see Thine own dear face;
Till we cast our crowns before Thee,
Lost in wonder, love and praise.
Songs of the Bride.
73.
MAJESTIC sweetness sits enthroned, Upon the Saviour's brow; His Head with radiant glories crowned, His lips with grace o'erflow.
2 No mortal can with Him compare Among the sons of men; Fairer is He than all the fair Who fill the heavenly train.
3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, And flew to my relief; For me he bore the shameful cross. And carried all my grief.
4 His promises, exceeding great. His words, are true and sure: And on this Rock our faith may rest Immovable, secure.
5 O the rich depths of love divine, Of bliss, a boundless store! Dear Saviour, let me call Thee mine: I cannot wish for more.
74.
MANY sleep, but not forever, There will be a glorious dawn; We shall meet to part, no, never, On the resurrection morn.
Songs of the Bride.
From the deepest caves of ocean, From the desert and the plain, From the valley and the mountain, Countless throngs shall rise again.
Cho.—Many sleep, but not forever, There will be a glorious dawn; We shall meet to part, no, never, On the resurrection morn.
2 When we see a precious blossom, That we tended with such care, Rudely taken from our bosom, How our aching hearts despair. Round its little grave we linger Till the setting sun is low, Feeling all our hopes have perished With the flow'r we cherished so.
3 Yes, they sleep, but not forever,
In the lone and silent grave;
Blessed be the Lord that taketh,
Blessed be the Lord that gave.
In that bright eternal city,
Death can never, never come;
In His own good time He'll call them
From their rest to home, sweet home.
75.
MID scenes of confusion and creature complaints,
How sweet to my soul is communion with saints!
To know at the banquet of mercy there's room,
Songs of the Bride.
And feel in the presence of Jesus at home! Home,home! sweet,sweet home! Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home.
2 Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace;
And thrice precious Jesus, whose love cannot cease;
Though having Thy presence wherever I roam
I long to behold Thee, in glory, at home.
Home, home! sweet, sweet home!
Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home.
3 While here in the valley of conflict I stay,
O give me submission and strength as my day;
In all my afflictions to Thee would I come,
Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home.
Home, home! sweet, sweet home!
Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home.
76.
Our King is Marching on. Tune—John Brown's Song.
MINE eyes can see the glory of the coming of the Lord,
He is trampling out the winepress where His grapes of wrath are stored,
I see the flaming tempest of His swift descending sword.
Our King is marching on.
CHO.—Glory, Glory, Hallelujah, &c.
Songs of the Bride.
2 I can see His coming judgments, as they circle all the earth,
The signs and groanings promised, to precede a second birth;
I read His righteous sentence, in the crumbling thrones of earth:
Our King is marching on. CHO.
3 The "Gentile times" are closing; for their kings have had their day.
And with them sin and sorrow will forever pass away;
For the tribe of Judah's "Lion" now comes to hold the sway.
Our King is marching on. CHO.
4 In the beauty of the Gospel Christ has offered mercy free,
And the glory of His loving heart transforms both you and me;
And now He takes the Sceptre and shall reign from sea to sea.
Our King is marching on. CHO.
5 The seventh trump is sounding, and our King knows no defeat.
He will sift out the hearts of men before His Judgment Seat;
Oh, be swift my soul to welcome Him, be jubilant my feet.
Our King is marching on. CHO.
Songs of the Bride.
77.
W. H.100.
MY hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus' name.
Cho. On Christ, the Solid Rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand.
2 When darkness seems to vail his Face, I rest on His unchanging grace; In every high and stormy gale, My anchor holds within the vail. CHO.
3 His oath, His cov'nant and His blood,
Support me in the 'whelming flood;
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay. CHO.
78.
W. H. 22.
MY life flows on in endless song; Above earth's lamentation. I catch the sweet, not far-off hymn That hails a "New Creation;" Through all the tumult and the strife, I hear the music ringing; It finds an echo in my soul— How can I keep from singing?
Songs of the Bride.
2 What though my joys and comfort die? The Lord my Saviour liveth; What though the darkness gather round? Songs in the night He giveth, No storm can shake my inmost calm, While to that refuge clinging; Since Christ is Lord of heaven and earth, How can I keep from singing?
3 I lift my eyes; the cloud grows thin;
I see the blue above it;
And day by day this pathway smooths,
Since first I learned to love it;
The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart,
A fountain ever springing;
All things are mine since I am His—
How can I keep from singing?
79.
MY soul, be on thy guard,
Ten thousand foes arise;
The hosts of sin are pressing hard
To draw thee from the prize.
2 O watch, and fight, and pray, The battle ne'er give o'er; Renew it boldly every day, And help Divine implore.
3 Ne'er think the vict'ry won,
Nor once at ease sit down;
Thy arduous work will not be done,
Till thou hast gained thy crown.
Songs of the Bride.
80.
W. H. 40.
NAUGHT of merit or of price, Remains to justice due; Jesus died, and paid it all— Yes, all the debt I owe.
CHO.—Jesus paid it all.
All the debt I owe,
Jesus died and paid it all,
Yes, all the debt I owe.
2 When He from His lofty throne, Stooped down to do and die, Every thing was fully done; "Tis finished!" was His cry.
3 Weary not, O toiling one,
Whate'er thy conflict be,
Work for Him with cheerful heart,
Who suffered all for thee.
4 Bring a willing sacrifice Thy soul to Jesus' feet; Stand in Him, in Him alone All glorious and complete.
81.
NEARER, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me, Songs of the Bride.
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