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The Cross bearing Soldier

Hymnal: NCHS1793 #XIV (1793) First Line: Am I a soldier of the cross Lyrics: 1 Am I a soldier of the Cross, A fol'wer of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own Christ's cause? Or blush to speak his name? 2 Must I be carri'd to the skies On flow'ry beds of ease, While others fight to win the prize, And sail through bloody seas? 3 Is there no foe for me to face? Must I not stem the flood? Is this vile world conjoin'd with grace, To help me on to God? 4 Sure I must fight if I would reign; Increase my courage Lord, To bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word. 5 Thy Saints through all this glor'ous war, Shall conquer, though they die; They view this triumph while a far, Yet grasp it with their eye. 6 When that illustr'ous day shall rise, And all thy armies shine, In robes of vict'ry, through the skies, The glory shall be thine. Languages: English

The Widower's Hymn

Hymnal: NCHS1793 #XII (1793) First Line: Come, my dear friends, and mourn with me Lyrics: 1 Come, my dear friends, and mourn with me, In my afflicted state; I an bereav'd, as you may see, Of my dear loving mate. 2 Her heart was bound with mine, by live Good works for to maintain; But she is gone to Christ above, Forever there to reign. 3 Why should you mourn—perhaps you'll say, Since God hath thought it best To take her soul from hence away To its eternal rest? 4 'Tis for my loss, that I complain; But I will mourn no mre, Since my great loss is but her gain; She's found the heavenly shore. 5 My loss is great to lose my mate; I'm like the lonesome dove; I'll go alone and sigh and moan My dear, my absent love. 6 My children cry—no mother by To dandle on the knee; The breach is great; it doth create Much grief, as all may see. 7 But I do find my heart inclin'd To lean upon the Lord, Who doth me bless in my distress, And doth his help afford. 8 His presence, sure, makes me endure Severest trials now; God sends the cross—a heavy loss, My stubborn will to bow. 9 Since it is so, my sorrows go, My God hath sent his rod; He doth his will—I must be still And know that he is God. Languages: English

A Minister leaving his Poeple

Hymnal: NCHS1793 #VIII (1793) First Line: Come, ye that do in Jesus dwell Lyrics: 1 Come, ye that do in Jesus dwell, My Christian brethren, now, farewel; Come part in peace, and part in love, And sing and pray where're we rove. 2 Come wipe your tears, and leave your pains, Do not lament while Jesus reigns; For though in body we may part, Yet we are still as nigh in heart. 3 And if to distant lands I go, It is the jub'lee trup to blow; O may my Jesus be with thee; And when you're well, remember me. 4 And when I near my Master get, Then I shall find you nigh my seat; And we shall often meet as one, When pleading at our Father's throne. 5 And if I never more return, Do not for my long absence mourn; For if I am but near my God, Then all is well, though far abroad. 6 Since God is every where the same, Then let us part to spread his fame: Soon we shall end this mortal race; Then all shall meet him face to face. 7 And Hallelujah then our song, All sounding through the countless throng; Jesus our God, that lovely name Shall be our everlasting theme. Languages: English

The Uniform

Hymnal: NCHS1793 #XXIV (1793) First Line: Dress uniform Christ's soldiers wear Lyrics: 1 Dress uniform Christ's soldier's wear When duty calls abroad, Not purchas'd at their cost or care, But by their Prince bestow'd. 2 Christ's soldiers too have Christ-like bread, Have regimental dress; 'Tis lin'd with white, and fac'd with red, 'Tis Christ's own righteousness. 3 A rich and costly robe it is, And to the soldier dear; No rose can learn to blush like this, Nor lilly look so fair. 4 'Tis wrought by Jesus' skilful hand, And ting'd with his own blood; It make the Cherubs gazing stand, To view this robe of God. 5 No art of man can weave this robe, 'Tis of such texture fine; Nor could the wealth of all the globe, By purchase, make it mine. 6 'Tis of one pice, and wrought throughout So curiously, that none Can dress up in this seamless coat, Till Jesus put it on. 7 This vesture never waxes old, Nor spot thereon can fall; It makes a soldier brave and bold, Who on the Lord doth call. 8 This robe put on me, Lord, each day, And it shall hide my shame; 'Twill make me fight, and sing, and pray, And bless my Captain's name. 9 How brave and bold Christ's soldiers are, When dress'd up in this robe! They look like men equip'd for war, And like the sons of God. 10 Their shield is faith, their helmet hope, And thus they march Christ's road; Christ's spirit is their glitt'ring sword, To play the man for God. 11 When dress'd up in this uniform, In order march along; Christ Jesus is their leader now, And conscience beat the drum. 12 The trumpet blows, at Christ's command, A long and joyful sound; While soldiers shout, and praise their King, The walls fall to the ground. Languages: English

The Minister's Farewel

Hymnal: NCHS1793 #XVI (1793) First Line: Farewel, my brethren in the Lord Lyrics: 1 Farewel, my brethren in the Lord, The gospel sounds the jubilee; My stam'ring tongue shall sound aloud, From land to land, from sea to sea; And as I preach from place to place, I'll trust alone in God's free grace. 2 Farewel, in bonds and union dear, Like strings you twine about my heart, I humbly beg your earnest pray'r 'Till we shall meet no more to part; 'Till we shall meat in worlds above, Encircled by eternal love. 3 Farewel, my earthly friends below, Though all so kind and dear to me; My Jesus calls and I must go To sound the gospel jubilee: To sound the joys and bear the news To Gentile worlds, and royal Jews. 4 Farewel, young people one and all, While God shall grant me breath to breathe, I'll pray to the Eternal All, That your dear souls prepar'd might be; That your dear souls prepar'd might be To reign in bliss eternally. 5 Farewel to all below the sun; And as I pass in tears below, The path is strait, my feet shall run, And God shall keep me as I go. And God shall keep me in his hand, And bring me to the promis'd land. 6 Farewel, farewel, I look above; Jesus, my friend, to thee I call; My joy, my crown, my only love, My safeguard here, my heavenly all; My theme to preach, my song to sing, My only joy till death. Amen. Languages: English

On Prayer

Hymnal: NCHS1793 #XV (1793) First Line: How many obstacles we meet Lyrics: 1 How many obstacles we meet When striving for the mercy seat; Yet who that knows the worth of pray'r, But wishes often to be there. 2 Pray'r makes the darkest clouds withdraw, Pray'r climes the ladder Jacob saw; Give exercise to faith and love; Brings every blessing from above. 3 Restraining pray'r, we cease to fight Pray'r makes the christian's armour bright; And satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees. 4 When Moses stood with arms spread wide, Success was found on Israel's side; But when through weariness they fail'd, That moment Amalek prevail'd. 5 Have you not words? O think again, Words flow a pace when we complain, And fill our fellow creatures ears With the sad tale of all our cares. 6 Were half the breath, thus vainly spent, To heav'n in supplication sent, Your cheerful songs would often be, Hear what the Lord has done for me. Languages: English

Christ's Example

Author: John Fawcett Hymnal: NCHS1793 #XVII (1793) First Line: Humble souls, who seek salvation Lyrics: 1 Humble souls, who seek salvation, Through the Lamb's redeeming blood, Hear the voice of revelation, Tread the path that Jesus trod. 2 Flee to him your only Saviour, In his mighty name confide; In the whole of your behaviour, Own him as your sov'reign guide. 3 Hear the blest Redeemer call you; Listen to his gracious voice; Dread no ills that can befal you, While you make his ways your choice. 4 Jesus saith, let each believer Be baptised in my name— Christ himself, in Jordan's river, Was immers'd beneath the stream. 5 Plainly here his footsteps tracing, Follow him without delay; Gladly his commands embracing— Lo! your Captain leads the way. 6 View the rites with understanding; Jesus' grave before you lies; Be inter'd at his commanding— After his example rise. Languages: English

A Youth in the Ministry

Hymnal: NCHS1793 #X (1793) First Line: I hear the gospel's joyful sound Lyrics: 1 I hear the gospel's joyful sound, An organ I shall be, For to sound forth redeeming love, And sinners misery. 2 My honor'd parents, fare you well, My Jesus doth me call; I leave you here with God, until I meet you once for all. 3 My wild affections I'll forsake My parents and their house, And to the wilderness betake, To pay the Lord my vows. 4 Then I'll forsake my chiefest mates, That nature could afford, And wear the shield into the field, To wait upon the Lord. 5 Then through the wilderness I'll run, Preaching the gospel free; O! be not anxious for your son, The Lord will comfort me. 6 And if through preaching I should gain True subjects to my Lord, 'Twill more than recompense my pain, To see them love his word. 7 My soul doth wish mount Zion well, What'er becomes of me; Ther my best friends and kindred dwell, And there I love to be. 8 Here, in thy courts I leave my vows, And thy rich grace record: Witness, ye saints who hear me now, If I forsake the Lord. Languages: English

The Complainer

Hymnal: NCHS1793 #XIX (1793) First Line: I set myself against the Lord Lyrics: 1 I set myself against the Lord, Despis'd his spirit and his word; And wish'd to take his place: It vex'd me so, that I must die, And perish too, eternally, Or else be sav'd by grace. 2 Of every preacher I'd complain— One spoke through pride, and one for gain— Another's learning small;. This spoke too fast, and one too slow; One pray'd too loud, and one too low— Another had no call. 3 Some walk too straight, to make a show; While others far too crooked go; And both of these I scorn: Some, odd fantastic motions make; Some stoop too low, some stand too straight; No one is faultless born. 4 With no professor could I join; Some dress'd too mean, and some too fine, And some would talk too long: Some had a tone, some had no gift, Some talk'd too slow, and some too swift; And all of them were wrong. 5 I thought they'd better keep at home, Than to exhort where e'er they come, And tell us of their joys. They'd better keep their gardens free From weeds, than to examine me, And vex me with their noise. 6 Kindred and neighbours all were bad, And no true friends were to be had; My rulers were too vile. At length I was brought for to see, The fault did mostly lie on me, And had done all the while. 7 The horrid loads of guilt and shame, Being conscious too I was to blame, Did wound my frighted soul: I've sinn'd so much against my God, I'm crouch'd so low beneath his rod, How can I be made whole? 8 Why, there is balm in Gilead, And a physician to be had, A balsam too most free: Only believe on God's dear Son; Through him the victory is won— Christ Jesus dy'd for me. 9 O! Christ's free love's a boundless sea! What, to expire for such as me! Yes; 'tis a truth divine. My heart did melt, my soul o'er-run With love, to see what God had done, For souls as vile as mine. 10 Now I can hear a child proclaim The joyful news, and praise the name Of Jesus Christ my King: I know no sect—Christians are one— With my complaints I now have done, And God's free grace I sing. Languages: English

On Baptism

Hymnal: NCHS1793 #XXII (1793) First Line: In holy word, left on record Lyrics: 1 In holy word, left on record, Expressly it is said, They did repair where solemn prayer Was wont oft to be made. 2 With pleasure sweet, here do we meet, Down by this waterside; And here do stand by Christ's command, To wait upon his bride. 3 Now we will sing to Christ our king, Our souls shall give him thanks, Who came to Jordan unto John, And went down Jordan's banks. 4 With one accord we'll serve the Lord, His holy truth declare, That he who dy'd, he was baptiz'd, We see th' example there. 5 Now we can tell our friends farewel To practise Christ's command: This is the road that leads to God, The way to Canaan's land. 6 Ye sinners all, embrace his call, His blessed truth embrace, That you may stand on Canaan's land, And see him face to face. 7 Come let us join, in hearts combine To lift his name on high, That all may sing to Christ our King, A long eternity. Languages: English

Not ashamed of Christ

Author: Joseph Grigg Hymnal: NCHS1793 #I (1793) First Line: Jesus! and shall it ever be? Lyrics: 1 Jesus! and shall it ever be? A mortal man asham'd of thee! Asham'd of thee whom angels praise Whose glory shines through endless days. 2 Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far, Let evening blush to own a star: He sheds the beams of light divine O'er this benighted soul of mine. 3 Asham'd of Jesus! just as soon Let midnight be asham'd of noon; 'Tis midnight with my soul, till he, Bright morning star, bid darkness flee. 4 Asham'd of Jesus— that dear friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend? No— when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere his name. 5 Asham'd of Jesus! Yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away; No tears to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to quell no soul to save. 6 Till then, (nor is my boasting vain) Till then I'll boast my Saviour slain; And, O, may this my glory be, That Christ is not asham'd of me. 7 His institutions I will prize, Take up the cross, the shame despise; Dare to defend his noble cause, And yeild obedience to his laws. Languages: English

A Parting Blessing

Hymnal: NCHS1793 #XXI (1793) First Line: Jesus, grant us all a blessing Lyrics: 1 Jesus, grant us all a blessing, Send it down, Lord, from above; May we all return home a praying, And rejoicing in thy love. Farewel, Brethren, farewel Sisters, Till we all shall meet again. 2 Jesus, pardon all our follies, Since together we have been; Make us humble, make us holy, Cleanse us all from ev'ry sin. Farewel, Brethren, farewel Sisters, Till we all shall meet above. 3 May thy blessing, Lord, go with us To each one's respective home; And the presence of our Jesus Rest upon us ev'ry one. Farewel, Brethren, farewel Sisters, Till we all shall meet at home. Languages: English

The Marriage Hymn

Hymnal: NCHS1793 #XXVIII (1793) First Line: Let Christ, the glorious lover Lyrics: 1 Let Christ, the glorious Lover, Have everlasting praise! He comes for to discover, The riches of his grace: He courts a wretched sinner, To be his loving bride; Resolving for to win her, And will not be deny'd. 2 When first he calls upon her, Herself for to deny, To cast away her honour, And lay her peasures by; To part with ev'ry notion, That puffs her up with pride, To take him for her portion, And be his loving bride. 3 The offers he makes to her, Is what she can't endure; She thinks it will undo her, To part with all her store; She wilfully refuses, To yield unto his will, And in her heart she chooses, Her former lover still. 4 She bolts the door upon him, And bids her Lord depart, No more will serve his honour, Nor give to him her heart; But Jesus loves the sinner, And will not leave the door, But cries, O, charming creature! Reject my suit no more. 5 My love, my dove, my jewel, Arise and let me in; How can you be so cruel, To bar your heart with sin; If calls and invitations Will not excite your love, Prepare for condemnation, For I will not remove. 6 He then displays his power, By an almighty word, And threatens to devour, And shows his flaming sword: She now begins to tremble At what she sees and hears, And feign she would be humble, And wash her crimes with tears. 7 She does not yet discover The filth of her inside, But hopes the Lord will love her, And take her for his bride: But like refiners fire, That searches ev'ry part; Convictions rising higher, She feels a wretched heart. 8 She now begins to languish, There's none can her relieve; Her heart is full of anguish, To find she can't believe: Her Saviour has departed, And left her full of woe, And being broken hearted, She cries, What shall I do? 9 But Jesus has compassion Still moving in his breast, Intends to give salvation, And ease the soul distrest: One gleam or love and power, Makes her forget her pain; She cries, O happy hour! Is Jesus come again! 10 If he whom I rejected, Stoops down to me so low, Good news, but unexpected— It hardly can be true! But still she cries more fervent, Lord, don't thy mercy hide; May I become a servant, And fit to be a bride. 11 The marriage is made ready, The parties are agreed; The holy son of David, And Adam's wicked seed; The sinner is adorned With raiment clean and white, Her sins are freely pardon'd, She is her Lord's delight. 12 They eat and drink together, And mutually embrace; Both Saints and Angels wonder At this surprising grace: This union shall continue, For evermore the same, And nothing part asunder, The CHRISTIAN and the LAMB. Languages: English

A Morning Song

Hymnal: NCHS1793 #XXVI (1793) First Line: Lord, in the morning I will send Lyrics: 1 Lord, in the morning I will send My cries to reach thine ear; Thou art my father and my friend, My help forever near. 2 O lead me, keep me all this day, Near thee in perfect peace; Help me to watch, to watch and pray, To pray, and never cease. 3 I know my roving feet will err, Unless thou be my guide; Warn me of ev'ry foe and snare, And keep me near thy side. 4 Then shall I pass all dangers safe, And tread the tempter down; My trust, my hope, joy, and relief, Shall be in thee alone. 5 Then let my moments smoothly run, And sing my hours away, 'Till evening shades and setting suns Conclude in endless day. Languages: English

The Widow's Hymn

Hymnal: NCHS1793 #XIII (1793) First Line: My head and stay is took away Lyrics: 1 My head and stay is took away, And I am left alone: My husband dear, which was so near, Is took away and gone. 2 It breaks my heart—Tis heard to part With one who was so kind; Where shall I go to tell my woe, Or ease my tortur'ed mind. 3 In wisdom's ways we spent our days, Much comfort we did find: But he is gone, his glass is run, And I am left behind. 4 Nought can i find to ease my mind, In things which are below; For earthly toys but vex my joys, And aggravate my woe. 5 But I'll repair to Jesus, where I'll ease my troubled breast; To Christ above, who is my love, And mine eternal rest. 6 And, Oh, that he would send for me, And call my spirit home To worlds of rest, among the bless'd, Where troubles never come. Languages: English

A Song of Praise to JESUS

Hymnal: NCHS1793 #III (1793) First Line: Now in a song of grateful praise Lyrics: 1 Now in a song of grateful praise, To my dear Lord my voice I'll raise: With all the saints I'll join to tell My Jesus has done all things well. 2 All worlds his glorious power confess; His wisdom all his works express; But O his love! what tongue can tell? My Jesus has done all things well. 3 His sov'reign mercy, full and free; His heav'nly love to sinful me, Has pluck'd me from the jaws of hell: My Jesus has done all things well. 4 I spurn'd his grace— I broke his laws, And then he undertook my cause; To save me, though I did rebel: My Jesus has done all things well. 5 And since my soul has known his love, What mercy has he made me prove! Mercies which doth all praise excel— My Jesus has done all things well. 6 If e'er my Saviour or my God, Have on me laid their chast'ning rod, I knew, whatever me befel, My Jesus whould do all things well. 7 Though many a fiery flaming dart Be aim'd to wound me to the heart; With this I all their rage repel, My Jesus has done all things well. 8 Oft times my Lord his face doth hide, To make me pray, or kill my pride; Yet on my mind it still doth dwell, My Jesus has done all things well. 9 Soon I shall pass this vale of Death, And in his arms resign my breath; Then, then my happy soul shall tell, My Jesus has done all things well. 10 And when to that bright world I rise, And join sweet Seraphs in the skies, Above the rest this note shall swell, My Jesus has done all things well. Languages: English

An exhortation to praise

Hymnal: NCHS1793 #IX (1793) First Line: O come, my brethren, let us view Lyrics: 1 O come, my brethren, let us view Our Jesus' glories, always new; Behold the glorious gospel's grace Is beaming in our Saviour's face. 2 Behold the Angels round the throne! O see them all in glory crown'd! Methings I hear the Angels' sing All glory to our God and King. 3 O come, my brethren, join their song, Great glory to our God belong; And glory, glory, we will sing, Because his glory is the theme. 4 O sinners! leave your carnal mirth, Come and rejoice at Jesus' birth; See him sit godlike on the throne, And he'll receive you for his own. 5 Come, let us all, with one accord, Now join to praise our glorious Lord; Immortal praise to God belongs, And let our feasts be crown'd with songs. Languages: English

The Slow Traveller

Hymnal: NCHS1793 #V (1793) First Line: O happy souls, how fast you go Lyrics: 1 O happy souls, how fast you go, And leave me here behind? Don't stop for me, for now I see The Lord is just and kind. 2 Go on, go on, my soul says go, And I'll come after you; Though I'm behind, yet I can find, I'll sing hosanna too. 3 Lord give you strength that you may run, And keep your footsteps right; Though fast you go, and I so slow, You are not out of sight. 4 When you get to the world above, And all the glory see; When you get home, your journey's done, Then look you out for me— 5 For I will come, fast as I can, Along that way I steer; Lord, give me strength—I shall at length Be one among you there. 6 There all together we shall be; Together we shall sing, Together we shall praise our God And everlasting King. Languages: English

The Union

Hymnal: NCHS1793 #VI (1793) First Line: O whence doth this union arise Lyrics: 1 O whence doth this union arise, That hatred is conquer'd by love! That fastens our souls in such ties, That nature and time can't remove. 2 This cannot in Eden be found, Nor yet in Paradise lost; It grows on Immanuel's ground, And Jesus' dear blood it hath cost. 3 My friends are indeed dear to me, Our hearts are united in love; Where Jesus is gone we shall be, In yonder blest mansions above. 4 O why then so loth thus to part, Since there we shall all meet again, Ingrav'd on Immanuel's heart, A distance we cannot remain. 5 And when we shall see that bright day, And unite with the choir above, We'll quit these vile bodies of clay, And join with Christ Jesus in love. 6 With Jesus we ever will reign, And all his bright glory we'll see; And sing, Allelujah, Amen, Amen, ever so let it be. Languages: English

Pilgrims Parting Hymn

Hymnal: NCHS1793 #VII (1793) First Line: Pilgrims, with pleasure let us part Lyrics: 1 Pilgrims, with pleasure let us part; Since we are all bound up in heart, No length of days, no distant place, Can ever break these bands of grace. 2 Parting with joy, we'll join to sing The wonders of our bleeding King; Our distant bodies may remove, But nothing shall divide our love. 3 In vain may earth and hell combine To quench that love which is divine; It will not cease with dying breath, Nor cool, when we are cold in death. 4 And now, in love with Jesus' name; Let bodies part and spread his fame, That other souls may learn their woe, And share with us in glory too. 5 A few more rolling days or years, Shall bring a periodd to our tears; Soon we shall reach the blissful shore, Where parting hours are known no more 6 There shall our souls adore the hand That led us through this desert land; Lose all our grief, forget our pains, And join in everlasting strains. Languages: English

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