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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