874, 897.

2 Before me place in dread array
The pomp of that tremendous day

When thou with clouds shalt come
To judge the nations at thy bar;
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there,
To hear thy welcome home?

3 Be this my one great business here, With serious industry and fear

Eternal bliss t' insure

Thy utmost counsel to fulfill,
And suffer all thy righteous will,
And to the end endure.

4 Then, Father, then my soul receive,
Transported from this vale, to live
And reign with thee above,
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope in full, supreme delight,
And everlasting love.

Charles Wesley.

659

F. E. BELDEN.

2 Jesus calls us from the worship

Of the vain world's golden store; From each idol that would keep us, Saying, "Christian, love me more!"

3 In our joys and in our sorrows,

Days of toil and hours of ease, Still he calls, in cares and pleasures, "Christian, love me more than these!" 4 Jesus calls us! by thy mercies,

Saviour, may we hear thy call;
Give our hearts to thy obedience,
Serve and love thee best of all!

Anon.

661

162, 277, 41.

1 CROSS, reproach, and tribulation!
Ye to me are welcome guests,
When I have this consolation,
That my soul in Jesus rests.
2 The reproach of Christ is glorious!
Those who here his burden bear,
In the end shall prove victorious,
And eternal gladness share.
3 Bonds and stripes, and evil story
Are our honorable crowns;
Pain is peace, and shame is glory,
Gloomy dungeons are as thrones.

Moravian.

662

VIRGIL C. TAYLOR.

19

Till we

our guide, and faith our light.

223, 347, 514.

1 AH! why should doubts and fears arise, And sorrow fill my weeping eyes? Too slow, alas! the mind receives The comforts that the gospel gives. 2 0, for a strong, a lasting faith,

To rest on what the Almighty saith! To heed the message of his Son, And call the joys of heaven my own. 3 Then, should the earth's old pillars shake, And all the wheels of nature break, My steadfast soul would fear no more Than solid rocks when billows roar. 664 1 THOU God of hope, to thee we bow! Thou art our Refuge in distress; The Husband of the widow thou, The Father of the fatherless. 2 May we thy law of love fulfill,

624, 538, 219.

Anon.

1 By faith in Christ I walk with God, With heaven, my journey's end, in view; Supported by his staff and rod,

My road is safe and pleasant too.

2 Though snares and dangers throng my path, And earth and hell my course withstand, I triumph over all by faith,

Guarded by his almighty hand.

3 With him sweet converse I maintain;
Great as he is, I dare be free;
I tell him all my grief and pain,
And he reveals his love to me.
John Newton.

666

[Tune, Solid Rock, No. 682.] L. M. 61. 1 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.

618, 749.

2 And one I saw, with sword and shield,

frown,

And fought, unyielding, on the field,
To win an everlasting crown.
Though worn with toil, oppressed by foes,
No murmur from his heart arose:

I asked what buoyed his spirits up, "O this!" said he "the blessed hope." 3 And there was one who left behind

The cherished friends of early years,
And honor, pleasure, wealth resigned,
To tread the path bedewed with tears.
Through trials deep and conflicts sore,
Yet still a smile of joy he wore:
I asked what buoyed his spirits up,
"O this!" said he-" the blessed hope."
4 While pilgrims here we journey on

In this dark vale of sin and gloom,
Through tribulation, hate, and scorn,
Or through the portals of the tomb,
Till our returning King shall come
To take his exile captives home,
O! what can buoy the spirits up?
'Tis this alone-the blessed hope.

Annie R. Smith.

Fear shall in me no more have place: My Saviour doth not yet appear, He hides the brightness of his face; But shall I therefore let him go, And basely to the tempter yield? No, in the strength of Jesus, no;

I never will give up my shield. 2 Although the vine its fruit deny,

3

Although the olive yield no oil, The withering fig-trees droop and die, The fields elude the tiller's toil, The empty stall no herd afford,

And perish all the bleating race; Yet I will triumph in the Lord, The God of my salvation praise. Barren although my soul remain, And not one bud of grace appear, No fruit of all my toil and pain, But sin and only sin is here; Although my gifts and comforts lost, My blooming hopes cut off I see, Yet will I in my Saviour trust, And glory that he died for me.

Charles Wesley

1 FATHER of mercies, send thy grace, All-powerful from above,

To form in our obedient souls
The image of thy love.
20 may our sympathizing breasts
That generous pleasure know,
Kindly to share in others' joy,
And weep for others' woe.

3 When poor and helpless sons of grief In deep distress are laid,

Soft be our hearts their pains to feel,
And swift our hands to aid.

4 So Jesus looked on dying man,

When, throned above the skies,
And in the Father's bosom blest,
He felt compassion rise.

5 On wings of love the Saviour flew, To bless a ruined race;

We would, O Lord, thy steps pursue, Thy bright example trace.

671

201, 147, 369.

Philip Doddridge.

1 'Tis faith that purifies the heart : 'Tis faith that works by love, That bids all sinful joys depart,

And lifts the thoughts above.

2 Faith shows the promise fully sealed
With our Redeemer's blood;
It helps our feeble hope to rest
Upon a faithful God.

3 This faith shall every fear control
By its celestial power,
With holy triumph fill the soul
In strong temptation's hour.

Anon.

Mrs. Fletcher.