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"Awake, my faith"

Hymnal: MoZ1845 #73 (1845) First Line: Awake, my faith, and bring to view Lyrics: 1 Awake, my faith, and bring to view The nobler joys above; The heavenly treasures I pursue, The city of my love. 2 Why should I pine with grief or care, Or yield to quaking fear; My Father's house is bright and fair, And he himself is near. 3 Onward he bids me urge with speed, To Canaan's peaceful bounds: His hand supplies my every need, His sheltering arm surrounds: 4 Soon shall I see the happier day, When, toil and sorrow gone, I shall traverse, in bright array, The regions round the throne. 5 Thither my friends have gone before; They rest from labour there; They sorrow not--they weep no more; I long their bliss to share. 6 Oh! blessed Saviour! 'tis to thee, This wish, this hope I owe; On earth my great protector be, In heaven thy glory show. Tune Title: AWAKE, MY FAITH

Harvest hymn

Hymnal: MoZ1845 #190 (1845) First Line: Awake, sweet gratitude, and sing Lyrics: 1 Awake, sweet gratitude, and sing; Wake, harp and timbrel, lute and lyre; Let the whole earth with praises ring, And mercies gratitude inspire. 2 The harvest moon has fill'd her horn; Loud sound the God of nature's praise: From the first beams of rosy morn, Until the sun's declining rays. 3 'Tis to his gracious care we owe, The early and the latter rain; At his command the sunbeams glow, And load the earth with ripen'd grain. 4 'Tis he whose goodness has supplied Abundant stores for time to come; While on the gentle zephyrs ride The joyful shouts of harvest home. 5 Thus, while the "God of nature" claims Our fervent gratitude and praise; May we adore his sweeter names, And love and serve the God of grace. Tune Title: HARVEST HYMN

"Tell my brethren that I died at my post"*

Hymnal: MoZ1845 #176 (1845) First Line: Away from his home and the friends of his youth Lyrics: 1 Away from his home and the friends of his youth, He hasted, the herald of mercy and truth; For the love of his Lord, and to seek for the lost; Soon, alas! was his fall--but he died at his post. 2 The stranger's eye wept, that, in life's brightest bloom, One gifted so highly should sink to the tomb; For in ardour he led in the van of the host, And he fell like a soldier--he died at his post. 3 He wept not himself that his warfare was done: The battle was fought, and the victory won: But he whisper'd of those whom his heart clung to most, "Tell my brethren for me that I died at my post." 4 He ask'd not a stone to be sculptured with verse; He ask'd not that fame should his merits rehearse; But he ask'd as a boon, when he gave up the ghost, That his brethren might know that he died at his post. 5 Victorious his fall--for he rose as he fell, With Jesus, his Master, in glory to dwell; He has pass'd o'er the stream, and has reach'd the bright coast, For he fell like a martyr--he died at his post. 6 And can we the words of his exit forget? Oh, no! they are fresh in our memory yet: And example so brilliant shall never be lost, We will fall in the work--we will die at our post. Tune Title: "TELL MY BRETHREN THAT I DIED AT MY POST"*

Blissful hours

Hymnal: MoZ1845 #57 (1845) First Line: Blissful hours, when first I knew him Lyrics: 1 Blissful hours, when first I knew him-- Jesus, friend of all our race; When my heart clung fondly to him, In delighted, firm embrace; Then no fear nor sorrow shook me, Of his boundless love possest; In his saving arms he took me; I reposed upon his breast. 2 When the sky with morning brighten'd, And the day came on apace, He my rising sun enlighten'd. All my soul with beams of grace; Upward to my Saviour springing, On the wings of faith I flew; Hymns of grateful praises singing, Neither doubt nor care I knew. 3 When the light of day was waning, And the evening shadows fell; On his bosom safely leaning, I could warble, "All is well." I was happy in his keeping, Happy through the shades of night; Angels watch'd around me sleeping, And I dream'd of heavenly light. 4 When the blessed Sabbath enter'd, With its still and holy air; On His house my thoughts were center'd, For I long'd to meet him there. There I met my glorious Saviour, There I feasted on his word; Mine his promises and favor, Mine the everlasting Lord. Tune Title: BLISSFUL HOURS

The broad and narrow way

Author: Watts; W. H. Hymnal: MoZ1845 #29 (1845) First Line: Broad is the road that leads to death Lyrics: 1 Broad is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there; But wisdom shows a narrow path, With here and there a traveler. 2 "Deny thyself, take up thy cross," Is the Redeemer's great command; Nature must count her gold but dross, If she would gain that heavenly land. 3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, And walks the ways of God no more, Can never share the bliss of saints, But makes his own destruction sure. 4 Saviour, direct my doubtful feet, In wisdom's narrow, happy way; That I with all thy saints may meet, Around thy throne, in realms of day. Tune Title: THE BROAD AND NARROW WAY

Mercy's free

Hymnal: MoZ1845 #170 (1845) First Line: By faith I see my Saviour dying Refrain First Line: Mercy's free, mercy's free Lyrics: 1 By faith I view my Saviour dying On the tree, on the tree; To ev'ry nation he is crying, Look to me, Look to me: He bids the guilty now draw near, Repent, believe, dismiss their fear. Hark! Hark! what precious words I hear, Mercy's free, Mercy's free. 2 Did Christ, when I was sin pursuing, Pity me, pity me? And did he snatch my soul from ruin, Can it be, can it be? Oh yes, he did salvation bring, He is my Prophet, Priest, and King; And now my happy soul can sing, Mercy's free, mercy's free. 3 Jesus, the mighty God, hath spoken Peace to me, peace to me; Now all my chains of sin are broken, I am free, I am free. Soon as I in his name believed, The Holy Spirit I received; And Christ from death my soul retrieved; Mercy's free, mercy's free. 4 Jesus my weary soul refreshes-- Mercy's free, mercy's free-- And every moment Christ is precious Unto me, unto me. None can describe the bliss I prove, While through this wilderness I rove; All may enjoy the Saviour's love-- Mercy's free, mercy's free. 5 This precious truth, ye sinners hear it-- Mercy's free, mercy's free-- Ye ministers of God, declare it-- Mercy's free, mercy's free. Visit the heathen's dark abode, Proclaim to all the love of God, And spread the glorious news abroad,-- Mercy's free, mercy's free. 6 Long as I live I'll still be crying, Mercy's free, mercy's free; And this shall be my theme when dying, Mercy's free, mercy's free; And when the vale of death I've pass'd, When lodged above the stormy blast, I'll sing while endless ages last, Mercy's free, mercy's free. Tune Title: MERCY'S FREE

Friendship

Hymnal: MoZ1845 #204b (1845) First Line: Can there a balm on earth be found Lyrics: 1 Can there a balm on earth be found, To heal the wounded soul? 'Tis friendship: for it cheers, though all around The waves of trouble roll: But friends must die, But friends must die, And in the grave forsaken lie. 2 If there be aught beneath the skies That vies with things above, 'Tis friendship; when its sacred charms arise From pure and virtuous love; But still how vain! Dust must return to dust again. 3 Yet, while our earthly comforts fly, We still retain one friend: 'Tis Jesus! while he lives we cannot die, Nor can his friendship end: His love shall last When death expires and time is past. Tune Title: FRIENDSHIP

Cease, fond nature

Hymnal: MoZ1845 #60 (1845) First Line: Cease, fond nature, cease this clinging Lyrics: 1 Cease, fond nature, cease this clinging To the objects dear below; Hark! the voice of angels singing Bids me leave this vale of wo, Bids me leave this vale of wo. 2 Stream of death, I'll soon be o'er thee-- Soon I'll cross thy heaving flood: Jesus pass'd this sea before me, Lo! the waves are tinged with blood. 3 Blood divine! its power assuaging Lulls the foaming sea to sleep-- Calms its surging, soothes its raging, Holds enchain'd the mighty deep. 4 Safely will I ride its billow, Safely reach the other shore; Jesus' breast will be my pillow, While I pass its dangers o'er. 5 Jesus in the vessel with me: What can harm, or what assail? Arms of love around, beneath me-- Screen'd from all the powers of hell. 6 Hallelujah! homeward speeding; Friends behind, adieu, adieu: Follow ye the Spirit's leading: Homeward ye are tending too. Tune Title: "CEASE, FOND NATURE"

"Child of sin and sorrow"

Hymnal: MoZ1845 #133 (1845) First Line: Child of sin and sorrow Lyrics: 1 Child of sin and sorrow, Fill'd with dismay; Wait not for tomorrow, Yield thee today; Heaven bids thee come, While yet there's room; Child of sin and sorrow, Hear and obey. 2 Child of sin and sorrow, Why wilt thou die? Come, while thou canst borrow Help from on high: Grieve not that love, Which from above, Child of sin and sorrow, Would bring thee nigh. Tune Title: CHILD OF SIN AND SORROW

"Child of sorrow"

Hymnal: MoZ1845 #59 (1845) First Line: Child of sorrow, child of care Lyrics: 1 Child of sorrow, child of care, Wouldst thou learn thy griefs to bear, And escape from ev'ry snare, Trust in God alone! Human strength is weak and vain, Let not sin its pow'r regain; Human ask, and help obtain From thy Father's throne. 2 Know'st thou not this vale of tears, Gloomy doubts, distracting fears? Painful months and sorrowing years? To the Saviour fly! He that drank the bitter cup, Bids thee in his mercy hope; Let thy prayer be lifted up, To the throne on high. Tune Title: "CHILD OF SORROW"