530

1 JESUS is gone above the skies,

Where our weak senses reach Him not; And carnal objects court our eyes,

To thrust our Saviour from our thought.

2 He knows what wandering hearts we have,
Apt to forget His lovely face;
And, to refresh our minds, He gave
These kind memorials of His grace.

3 Let sinful sweets be all forgot,

And earth grow less in our esteem; Christ and His love fill every thought, And faith and hope be fixed on Him.

While He is absent from our sight,

'Tis to prepare our souls a place, That we may dwell in heavenly light, And live for ever near His face.

531

1 AT Thy command, our dearest Lord,
Here we attend Thy dying feast;
Thy blood, like wine, adorns the board,
And Thine own flesh feeds every guest.

2 Our faith adores Thy bleeding love,

And trusts for life in One that died. We hope for heavenly crowns above From a Redeemer crucified.

3 With joy we tell the scoffing age, He that was dead has left His tomb; He lives above their utmost rage,

And we are waiting till He come.

532

1 SAY, sinner, hath a voice within
Oft whispered to thy secret soul,
Urged thee to leave the ways of sin.
And yield thy heart to God's control?

2 Hath something met thee in the path
Of worldliness and vanity,
And pointed to the coming wrath,
And warned thee from that wrath to flee?

Sinner, it was a heavenly voice,

It was the Spirit's gracious call; It bade thee make the better choice, And haste to seek in Christ thine all.

4 Spurn not the call to life and light; Regard in time the warning kind; That call thou mayest not always slight, And yet the gate of mercy find.

533

1 0 FOR that flame of living fire

Which shone so bright in saints of old, Which bade their souls to heaven aspire, Calm in distress, in danger bold!

2 Is not Thy grace as mighty now
As when Elijah felt its power,
When glory beamed from Moses' brow,
Or Job endured the trying hour?

3 Where is that spirit, Lord, which dwelt In Abraham's breast, and sealed him Thine?

Which made Paul's heart with sorrow melt,

And glow with energy divine?

4 That Spirit which from age to age Proclaimed Thy love and taught Thy ways?

Brightened Isaiah's vivid page,
And breathed in David's hallowed lays?

5 Remember, Lord, the ancient days!

Renew Thy work! Thy grace restore! And while to Thee our hearts we raise, On us Thy Holy Spirit pour!

534

1 I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger,
I can tarry, I can tarry but a night;
Do not detain me, for I am going
To where the fountains are ever flowing.
I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger,
I can tarry, I can tarry but a night.

2 There the glory is ever shining;
I am longing, I am longing for the sight;
Here in this country so dark and dreary,
I have been wandering, forlorn and weary;
I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger,
I can tarry, I can tarry but a night.

3 Of the city to which I'm going
My Redeemer, my Redeemer is the light;
There is no sorrow, nor any sighing,
Nor any sinning, nor any dying.
Of the city to which I'm going

My Redeemer, my Redeemer, is the light.

535

1 In the Christian's home in glory,
There remains a land of rest;
There my Saviour's gone before me,
To fulfill my soul's request.

There is rest for the weary,
There is rest for the weary,
There is rest for the weary,
There is rest for you;
On the other side of Jordan,

In the sweet fields of Eden,
Where the tree of life is blooming,
There is rest for you.

2 He is fitting up my mansion,
Which eternally shall stand;
For my stay shall not be transient,
In that holy, happy land.

3 Pain and sickness ne'er shall enter;
Grief nor woe my lot shall share;

But in that celestial centre

1 a crown of life shall wear.

4 And the grave shall then be conquered,
And the sting of death be lost;
And our bark, all safely anchored,
Never more be tempest-tost.

536

1 THIS is not my place of resting,
Mine's a city yet to come;
Onward to it I am hasting,
On to my eternal home.

There is rest for the weary, etc.

2 In it all is light and glory;

O'er it shines a nightless day;
Every trace of sin's sad story,
All the curse, have passed away.

2 What is my being but for Thee,
Its sure support, its noblest end;
Thine ever-smiling face to see,
And serve the cause of such a Friend
3 I would not breathe for worldly joy,
Or to increase my worldly good;
Nor future days nor powers employ
To spread a sounding name abroad.
4 'Tis to my Saviour I would live,
To Him who for my ransom died;
Nor could the bowers of Eden give
Such bliss as blossoms at His side.

5 His work my hoary age shall bless
When youthful vigor is no more;
And my last hour of life confess
His dying love, His saving power.

538

1 LET me but hear my Saviour say, Strength shall be equal to thy day: Then I rejoice in deep distress, Leaning on all-sufficient grace. 2 I glory in infirmity,

That Christ's own power may rest on me When I am weak, then am I strog; Grace is my shield and Christ my song. 3 I can do all things, or can bear All sufferings, if my Lord be there; Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains, While His left hand my head sustains. 4 But if the Lord be once withdrawn And we attempt the work alone, When new temptations spring and rise, We find how great our weakness is.

537

There is rest for the weary, etc.

1 My Gracious Lord, I own Thy right
To every service I can pay;
And call it my supreme delight
To hear Thy dictates and obey.

1 FOUNTAIN of grace, rich, full and free, What need I, that is not in Thee?— Full pardon, strength to meet the day, And peace which none can take away.

2 Doth sickness fill my heart with fear? 'Tis sweet to know that Thou art near. Am I with dread of justice tried? 'Tis sweet to know that Christ hath drea.

3 In life Thy promises of aid

Forbid my heart to be afraid;

In death, peace gently veils the eyes;
Christ rose, and I shall surely rise.

4 O all-sufficient Saviour, be
This all-sufficiency to me.

Nor pain, nor sin, nor death, can harm
The weakest shielded by Thine arm.

540

1 O happy day, that fixed my choice
On Thee my Saviour and my God:
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell its raptures all abroad.

Happy day, happy day!
When Jesus washed my sins away!
He taught me how to watch and pray,
And hve rejoicing every day.

Happy day, happy day,
When Jesus washed my sins away!

O happy bond, that seals my vows
To Him who merits all my love:
Let cheerful anthems fill His house,
While to His sacred shrine I move.
Tis done; the great transaction's done;
I am my Lord's, and He is mine:
He drew me, and I followed on,

Charmed to confess the voice divine.

1 Now rest, my long-divided heart,

Fixed on this blissful centre rest; With ashes who would grudge to part, When called on angels' bread to feast? 5 High heaven, that heard the solemn vow That vow renewed shall daily hear, Till in life's latest hour I bow,

And bless in death a bond so dear.

541

1 HARK, the voice of Jesus calling:
Who will go and work to-day?
Fields are white, and harvests waiting,
Who will bear the sheaves away?
Loud and long the Master calleth;

Rich reward He offers free:
Who will answer, gladly saying:
"Here am I, send me, send me?"

2 If you cannot cross the ocean

And the heathen lands explore,
You can find the heathen nearer,
You can help them at your door,
If you cannot speak like angels,

If you cannot preach like Paul,
You can tell the love of Jesus,
You can say He died for all.

3 While the souls of men are dying,
And the Master calls for you,
Let none hear you idly saying,

"There is nothing I can do!"
Gladly take the task He gives you,
Let His work your pleasure be;
Answer quickly when He calleth,

"Here am I, send me, send me."

542

1 If you cannot on the ocean
Sail among the swiftest fleet,
Rocking on the highest billows,
Laughing at the storms you meet,
You can stand among the sailors,
Anchored yet within the bay;
You can lend a hand to help them,
As they launch their boat away.

2 If you are too weak to journey
Up the mountain steep and high,
You can stand within the valley,
While the multitude go by;
You can chant in happy measure
As they slowly pass along:
Though they may forget the singer,
They will not forget the song.

3 If you have not gold and silver
Ever ready to command;
If you cannot toward the needy
Reach an ever-open hand;
You can visit the afflicted;
O'er the erring you can weep;
You can be a true disciple
Sitting at the Saviour's feet.

4 If you cannot in the harvest
Garner up the richest sheaf,
Many a grain, both ripe and golden,
Will the careless reapers leave;
Go and glean among the briars
Growing rank against the wall,
For it may be that the shadow
Hides the heaviest wheat of all.

543

1 HE that goeth forth with weeping, Bearing still the precious seed, Never tiring, never sleeping,

All his labor shall succeed: Then will fall the rain of heaven,

Then the sun of mercy shine; Precious fruits will then be given, Through an influence all divine.

2 Sow thy seed, be never weary,
Nor let fears thy mind employ;
Be the prospect ne'er so dreary,
Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy:
Lo! the scene of verdure brightening,
See the rising grain appear;
Look again, the fields are whitening:
Sure the harvest time is near!