106 Ecstasy

106 Ecstasy

Tune: Ecstasy, Thomas W. Carter, 1844

Text: John Leland, 1793

Oh, when shall I see Jesus,
And reign with Him above?
And from the flowing fountain
Drink everlasting love?

Oh had I wings,
I would fly away and be at rest,
And I’d praise God in His bright abode.

Whene’er you meet with troubles
And trials on your way,
Then cast your care on Jesus
And don’t forget to pray.

(Chorus)

Gird on the gospel armor
Of faith and hope and love,
And when the combat’s ended,
He’ll carry you above.

(Chorus)

Oh, do not be discouraged,
For Jesus is your friend;
And if you lack for knowledge,
He’ll not refuse to lend.

(Chorus)

Neither will He upbraid you,
Though often you request;
He’ll give you grace to conquer,
And take you home to rest.

(Chorus)

71

p. 71 Leander

Tune: Tennessee Harmony, 1818

Text: Isaac Watts, 1707

My soul forsakes her vain delight
And bids the world farewell;
Base as the dirt beneath the feet
And mischievous as hell.
No longer will I ask your love,
Nor seek your friendship more;
The happiness that I approve
Is not within your pow’r.

There’s nothing ’round this spacious earth
That suits my soul’s desire;
To boundless joy and solid mirth
My nobler thoughts aspire.
Oh, for the pinions of a dove
To mount the heav’nly road;
There shall I share my Savior’s love,
There shall I dwell with God.

276 Bridgewater

276 Bridgewater

Tune: Lewis Edson, 1782

Text: Isaac Watts, 1719

From all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Redeemer’s praise arise:
Let the Redeemer’s name be sung
Through ev’ry land by ev’ry tongue.

267 Farewell my friends

p. 267

Tune: Parting Friends (First), John G. McCurry, 1842

Words: unknown

Farewell, my friends, I’m bound for Canaan,
I’m trav’ling through the wilderness;
Your company has been delightful,
You, who doth leave my mind distressed.
I go away, behind to leave you,
Perhaps never to meet again,
But if we never have the pleasure,
I hope we’ll meet on Canaan’s land.

282 I'm going home

p.282

Tune: I'm going home, Leonard P. Breedlove, 1850

Text: unknown

Farewell, vain world! I’m going home!
My Savior smiles and bids me come,
And I don’t care to stay here long!

Sweet angels beckon me away,
To sing God’s praise in endless day,
And I don’t care to stay here long!

Right up yonder, Christians, away up yonder;
Oh, yes, my Lord, for I don’t care to stay here long.

I’m glad that I am born to die,
From grief and woe my soul shall fly,
And I don’t care to stay here long!

Bright angels shall convey me home,
Away to New Jerusalem,
And I don’t care to stay here long!

Right up yonder, Christians, away up yonder;
Oh, yes, my Lord, for I don’t care to stay here long.

523 Sinner, art thou still secure

p. 523 

Tune: Pleyel’s Hymn (Second), Ignaz Joseph Pleyel (1757-1831)

Text: John Newton, 1779

Sinner, art thou still secure?
Wilt thou still refuse to pray?
Can thy heart or hands endure
In the Lord’s avenging day?

Lord, prepare us by Thy grace,
Soon we must resign our breath,
And our souls be called to pass,
Through the iron gate of death.

Let us now our day improve,
Listen to the gospel voice;
Seek the things that are above;
Scorn the world’s pretended joys.

155 How long, dear Savior

Tune: Northfield, Jeremiah Ingalls, 1800

Text: Isaac Watts, 1701

How long, dear Savior, O how long
Shall this bright hour delay?
Fly swift around, ye wheels of time,
And bring the promised day.

From the third heaven, where God resides,
That holy, happy place,
The new Jerusalem comes down,
Adorned with shining grace.

84 Rise my soul and stretch thy wings

p.84

Tune: Amsterdam, Foundery Collection (John Wesley), 1742

Words: Robert Seagrave, 1742

Rise my soul and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace,
Rise from all terrestrial things
T’wards heaven, thy native place.
Sun and moon and stars decay;
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.

Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun;
Both speed them to their source;
So a soul that’s born of God
Pants to view His glorious face,
Upwards tends to His abode
To rest in His embrace.

122 All is Well

p.122

Tune: All is Well, J. T. White, 1844

Text: Revival Melodies, 1842

What’s this that steals, that steals upon my frame?
Is it death, is it death?
That soon will quench this mortal flame,
Is it death, is it death?
If this be death, I soon shall be
From ev’ry pain and sorrow free.
I shall the King of glory see,
All is well, all is well.

Weep not, my friends, weep not for me,
All is well, all is well!
My sins forgiv’n and I am free,
All is well, all is well!
There’s not a cloud that doth arise,
To hide my Jesus from my eyes.
I soon shall mount the upper skies,
All is well, all is well.

Hark! Hark! my Lord and Master’s voice,
Calls away, calls away!
I soon shall see — enjoy my happy choice,
Why delay, why delay?
Farewell my friends, adieu, adieu,
I can no longer stay with you,
My glittering crown appears in view,
All is well, all is well!

86 God of my life, look gently down

p.86

Tune:  Poland, Timothy Swan, 1785

Text: Isaac Watts, 1719

God of my life, look gently down,
Behold the pains I feel;
But I am dumb before Thy throne,
Nor dare dispute Thy will.

I’m but a sojourner below,
As all my fathers were;
May I be well prepared to go
When I the summons hear.

But if my life be spared awhile,
Before my last remove,
Thy praise shall be my bus’ness still
And I’ll declare Thy love.

277 I know that my Redeemer lives

p.277

Tune: Antioch, FC Wood, 1850

Text: Samuel Medley, 1775

I know that my Redeemer lives,
Glory, Hallelujah!
What comfort this sweet sentence gives,
Glory, Hallelujah!

Shout on, pray on, we’re gaining ground,
Glory Hallelujah!
The dead’s alive, and the lost is found,
Glory Hallelujah!

He lives to bless me with His love;
Glory Hallelujah!
He lives to plead my cause above;
Glory Hallelujah!

Shout on, pray on, we’re gaining ground,
Glory Hallelujah!
The dead’s alive, and the lost is found,
Glory Hallelujah!

He lives to crush the fiends of hell;
Glory Hallelujah!
He lives and doth within me dwell;
Glory Hallelujah!

Shout on, pray on, we’re gaining ground,
Glory Hallelujah!
The dead’s alive, and the lost is found,
Glory Hallelujah!

268 David's Lament

p.268

Tune: William Billings, 1778

Text: Bible

David the king was grieved and moved
He went to his chamber, and wept;
And as he went he wept, and said,
“O my son! Would to God I had died
For thee, O Absalom, my son.”

209 The day is past and gone

p.209

Tune: Stephen Jenks, 1805

Text: John Leland, 1792

The day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
Oh may we all remember well,
The night of death is near.

We lay our garments by,
Upon our beds to rest:
So death will soon disrobe us all,
Of what we here possess.

109 I love my blessed Savior

p.109

Tune: Carnsville, arr E.J. King, 1844

Text: Caleb Jarvis Taylor, 1815

I love my blessed Savior,
I feel I’m in His favor,
And I am His forever
If I but faithful prove;
And now I’m bound for Canaan,
I feel my sins forgiven,
And soon shall get to heaven
To sing redeeming love.

Poor sinners may deride me,
And unbelievers chide me,
But nothing shall divide me
From Jesus, my best friend;
Supported by His power,
I long to see the hour
That bids my spirit tower,
And all my troubles end.

The pleasing time is hast’ning,
My tott’ring frame is wasting.
Whilst I’m engaged in praising,
Impelled by His love.
When yonder shining orders,
Who sing on Canaan’s borders,
Shall bear me to the Lord there,
To praise His name above.

143 While Thee I seek, protecting power

p.143

Tune: Pleyel's Hymn (First), Ignaz Joseph Pleyel

Text: Helen Maria Williams, 1790

While Thee I seek, protecting Pow’r,
Be my vain wishes stilled,
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be filled.
Thy love the pow’r of thought bestowed,
To Thee my thoughts would soar;
Thy mercy o’er my life has flowed,
That mercy I adore.

In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferred by Thee.
In ev’ry joy that crowns my days,
In ev’ry pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.

When gladness wings my favored hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resigned when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet Thy will.
My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gathering storm shall see:
My steadfast heart shall know no fear;
That heart shall rest on Thee.

112 Copernicus

p.112

Tune: The Last Words of Copernicus, Sarah Lancaster, 1869

Text: Philip Doddridge, 1755


Ye golden lamps of heav’n farewell,
With all your feeble light;
Farewell thou ever changing moon,
Pale empress of the night.
And thou refulgent orb of day,
In brighter flames arrayed;
My soul which springs beyond thy sphere,
No more demands thy aid.

79 Old Ship of Zion

p.79

Tune: The Old Ship of Zion, arr Thomas W Carter, 1844

Text: unknown, traditional, etc

What ship is this that will take us all home,
O glory hallelujah,
And safely land us on Canaan’s bright shore?
O glory hallelujah.

Chorus: ’Tis the old ship of Zion, hallelu, hallelu, 'Tis the old ship of Zion, hallelujah!

The winds may blow and the billows may foam,
O, glory hallelujah,
But she is able to land us all home.
O glory hallelujah.

She landed all who have gone before,
Oh, glory hallelujah,
And yet she is able to land still more,
O glory hallelujah.

If I arrive there, then, before you do,
Oh, glory hallelujah,
I’ll tell them that you are coming up, too,
O glory hallelujah.

481 Come, we that love the Lord

p. 481

Tune: Novakoski, P Dan Brittain, 1989

Text: Isaac Watts 1707

Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.

Let those refuse to sing
Who never knew our God;
But children of the heav’nly King
May speak their joys abroad.

Then let our songs abound,
And ev’ry tear be dry;
We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground
To fairer worlds on high.

65 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand

p. 65

Tune: Sweet Prospect, William Walker, 1833

Text: Samuel Stennett, 1787

On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye,
To Canaan’s fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

Oh, the transporting, rapt’rous scene,
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight.

O’er all those wide extended plains,
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son forever reigns,
And scatters night away.

Oh, the transporting, rapt’rous scene,
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight.

No chilling winds, or pois’nous breath,
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.

Oh, the transporting, rapt’rous scene,
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight.

49t Old 100th, Doxology

p.49 top

Tune: Old Hundred, Psaumes de David, 1551

Text: New Version, 1696

Certainly one of the older tunes and texts in the 1991 SH book.


O come, loud anthems let us sing,
Loud thanks to our Almighty King.
For we our voices high should raise,
When our salvation’s Rock we praise.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him all creatures here below
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

159 What wondrous love is this

p.159

Tune: Wondrous Love, James Christopher, 1840

Text: Mead's General Selection, 1811. fasola.org says Dupuy’s Hymns and Spiritual Songs, 1811...

What wondrous love is this, o my soul, o my soul!
What wondrous love is this, o my soul!
What wondrous love is this, That caused the Lord of bliss
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul,
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul.

When I was sinking down, sinking down, sinking down,
When I was sinking down, sinking down,
When I was sinking down beneath God’s righteous frown
Christ laid aside His crown for my soul, for my soul,
Christ laid aside His crown for my soul.

To God and to the Lamb, I will sing, I will sing;
To God and to the Lamb, I will sing
To God and to the Lamb, who is the great I Am,
While millions join the theme, I will sing, I will sing,
While millions join the theme, I will sing.

 And when from death I’m free I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on;
And when from death I’m free I’ll sing on;
And when from death I’m free, I’ll sing and joyful be,
Throughout eternity I’ll sing on, I'll sing on,
Throughout eternity I’ll sing on.

40 Blow ye the trumpet

p. 40

Tune: Lenox, Lewis Edson, 1782

Text: Charles Wesley, 1750

Blow ye the trumpet, blow,

The gladly solemn sound;
Let all the nations know,
To earth’s remotest bound,

The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Extol the Lamb of God,
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption through his blood
Throughout the world proclaim.

The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

The Gospel trumpet hear,
The news of heav’nly grace;
And saved from earth appear
Before your Savior’s face.

The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

335 Savior, visit thy plantation

p. 335

Tune: Return again, arr William L Williams, 1850

Text: John Newton, 1779

Savior, visit Thy plantation,

Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain!
All will come to desolation,
Unless Thou return again.
Lord, revive us! Lord, revive us!
All our help must come from Thee.
Lord, revive us! O revive us!
All our help must come from Thee.

Keep no longer at a distance,
Shine upon us from on high!
Lest for want of Thy assistance,
Ev’ry plant should droop and die.
Lord, revive us! Lord, revive us!
All our help must come from Thee.
Lord, revive us! O revive us!
All our help must come from Thee.

46 Let us sing

p.46

Victoria Sacred Harp uses this for its opening song at each singing.

Tune: Let Us Sing, arr WF Moore, 1867

text: WF Moore, 1867

Shall we ever meet again at the house, at the house
Then to make the chorus ring at the house of God?
Let us sing, sweetly sing, sing,
At the house then we’ll sing,
Sweetly sing at the house of God.

456 Sing, O ye ransomed of the Lord

p.456

Tune: Sacred Mount, AM Cagle, 1935

Text: Philip Doddridge, 1755

Sing, O ye ransomed of the Lord,
Your great Redeemer sing.
Pilgrims for Zion’s city bound,
Be joyful in your King,
A hand divine shall lead you on,
Through all the blissful road,
Till to the sacred mount you rise,
And see your smiling God.

March on in your Redeemer’s strength,
Pursue His footsteps still.
Pilgrims for Zion’s city bound,
Be joyful in your King,
A hand divine shall lead you on,
Through all the blissful road,
Till to the sacred mount you rise,
And see your smiling God.

457 Wayfaring Stranger

p. 457

Tune: Wayfaring Stranger, arr. John M Dye, 1935

Text: Bever's Christian Songster, 1858. (which you can see at https://archive.org/details/christiansongste00beve/page/n3/mode/2up) , as no.23 'I am a pilgrim and a stranger'. But hardly any of the words are the same! So where does this version of the text really come from?

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger,

While journ’ying through this world of woe,
Yet, there’s no sickness, toil nor danger,
In that bright world to which I go.
I’m going there to see my Father,
I’m going there no more to roam;
I’m only going over Jordan,
I’m only going over home.

I know dark clouds will gather o’er me,
I know my way is rough and steep;
Yet beaut’ous fields lie just before me,
Where God’s redeemed their vigils keep.
I’m going there to see my Mother,
She said she’d meet me when I come.
I’m only going over Jordan,
I’m only going over home.

I want to wear a crown of glory,
When I get home to that good land;
I want to shout Salvation’s story,
In concert with the blood-washed band.
I’m going there to meet my Savior,
To sing His praise forevermore;
I’m only going over Jordan,
I’m only going over home.

332 Sons of Sorrow

p. 332

Tune: Sons of Sorrow, arr. William Houser 1848

text: SH 1991 says Anonymous but http://home.olemiss.edu/~mudws/texts/Gloom.txt attributes it (with many more verses, some changes) to one Selah Gridley (1770-1826), published 182 in Social and Campmeeting Songs, 1828 (noted at http://people.cs.uchicago.edu/~mamiller/docs/music/fasola/computer/332_Sons_of_Sorrow.txt)

Hail ye sighing sons of sorrow;

Learn with me, your certain doom 

Learn with me your fate tomorrow . 

Dead, perhaps, laid in the tomb! 

See all nature fading, dying, 

Silent, all things seem to mourn; 

Life from vegetation flying, 

Calls to mind the mould'ring urn. 

 Oft the autumn tempest rising, 

Makes the lofty forest nod; 

Scenes of nature, how surprising, 

Read in nature, Nature's God. 

And our sov'reign sole Creator 

Lives eternal in the sky, 

While we mortals yield to nature, 

Bloom awhile, then fade and die. 

 Fast my sun of life's declining, 

Soon 'twill set in dismal night; 

But in my hopes, pure and refining, 

Rest in future life and light. 

Cease then trembling, fearing, sighing, 

Death will break the sullen gloom; 

Soon my spirit, flutt'ring, flying, 

Shall be borne beyond the tomb. 

333 Come thou fount of every blessing

p.333

Tune: Family Circle, RE Brown & BF White, 1850

Text: Robert Robinson, 1758 (verses only - chorus interpolated?)

Come, Thou Fount of ev’ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.

 Bless the Lord, O my soul! Praise the Lord, O my brother!
Shout and sing, O my sister! Give Him glory, O my father!
And rejoice, O my mother! And we’ll travel on together,
And we’ll join heart and hands for Canaan.

 Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount, O fix me on it,
Mount of God’s unchanging love.

 Bless the Lord, O my soul! Praise the Lord, O my brother!
Shout and sing, O my sister! Give Him glory, O my father!
And rejoice, O my mother! And we’ll travel on together,
And we’ll join heart and hands for Canaan.

Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wand’ring heart to Thee.

 Bless the Lord, O my soul! Praise the Lord, O my brother!
Shout and sing, O my sister! Give Him glory, O my father!
And rejoice, O my mother! And we’ll travel on together,
And we’ll join heart and hands for Canaan. 

294 Rocky Road

p.294

Tune: Rocky Road, arr. JC Brown & Paine Denson, 1935.

Text: Arr. JC Brown, Paine Denson, 1935 (this note does not make sense)

Text is still in copyright so not reproduced here, but can be read on fasola.org
https://fasola.org/indexes/1991/?p=294

293 When I can read my title clear

p. 293

Tune: Akers, TJ Denson, 1935

Text: Isaac Watts, 1707 (last verse usually last of Amazing Grace though not original to Newton, frst published 1790)

1 When I can read my title clear
to mansions in the skies,
I'll bid farewell to every fear,
and wipe my weeping eyes.

Should earth against my soul engage,
and fiery darts be hurled,
then I can smile at Satan's rage,
and face a frowning world.

2 There I shall bathe my weary soul
in seas of heavenly rest,
and not a wave of trouble roll
across my peaceful breast.

When we've been there ten thousand years,

Bright shining as the sun

We've no less days to sing God's praise

than when we first begun.

292 Behold the Saviour

p. 292

Tune: Behold the Savior, Paine Denson 1935

Text: Samuel Wesley Sr, 1700

Behold the Savior of mankind
nailed to the shameful tree;
how vast the love that him inclined
to bleed and die for thee!

Hark how he groans! while nature shakes,
and earth's strong pillars bend!
The temple's veil in sunder reads,
the solid marbles rend.

'This done! the precious ransom's paid!
"Receive my soul!" he cries;
see where he bows his sacred head!
He bows his head and dies!

But soon he'll break death's envious chain
and in full glory shine.
O Lamb of God, was ever pain,
was ever love like thine?

291 The Lord descended from above

p. 291

Tune: Majesty, William Billings 1778

Text: Thomas Sternhold, 1549 (incomplete here)

1 The Lord descended from above,
And bow'd the heavens most high,
And underneath His feet He cast,
The darkness of the sky.

2 On cherubs and on cherubims,
Full royally He rode,
And on the wings of mighty winds,
Came flying all abroad.

290 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed?

p.290

Tune: Victoria, Leonard P Breedlove, 1850

Text: Isaac Watts 1707 (there's a lot more than this!)

Alas! and did my Savior bleed,
and did my Sovereign die?

I have but one more river to cross,

And then I'll be at rest.

Would he devote that sacred head
for such a worm as I?

I have but one more river to cross,

And then I'll be at rest.

289 There is a land of pure delight

p. 289

Tune: Greensborough, John Mercer 1850

Text: Isaac Watts, 1707

1 There is a land of pure delight,
where saints immortal reign;
infinite day excludes the night,
|: and pleasures banish pain. :|

2 There everlasting spring abides,
and never-withering flowers;
death, like a narrow sea, divides
|: this heavenly land from ours.:|

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
stand dressed in living green;
so to the Jews old Canaan stood,
|: while Jordan rolled between. :|

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink
to cross the narrow sea,
and linger shivering on the brink,
|: and fear to launch away. :|

5 O could we make our doubts remove,
those gloomy doubts that rise,
and see the Canaan that we love
|: with unbeclouded eyes; :|

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
and view the landscape o'er,
not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
|: should fright us from the shore! :|

288 Long Time Traveller

p.288

Tune: White, Dobell's New Selection, 1810

Text: Edmund Dumas, 1856

Ye fleeting charms of earth farewell,
Your springs of joy are dry
My soul now seeks another home
A brighter world on high

 I'm a long time traveling here below
I'm a long time traveling away from home
I'm a long time traveling​ here below
To lay this body down

Farewell kind friends whose tender care
Has long engaged my love
Your fond embrace I now exchange
For better friends above

 I'm a long time travelling here below
I'm a long time travelling away from home
I'm a long time travelling here below
To lay this body down...

274b Roll Jordan

p.274 bottom

Tune: Roll Jordan - Charles Wesley, 1758 alt.

Text: AW and John G McCurry, 1855. (incomplete here)

He comes! He comes! the Judge severe!
Roll, Jordan, roll;
The seventh trumpet speaks Him near;
Roll, Jordan, roll;

I want to go to heav'n, I do, Hallelujah, Lord,
We'll praise the Lord in heav'n above
Roll, Jordan, roll.

His lightnings flash, His thunders roll;
Roll, Jordan, roll;
How welcome to the faithful soul!
Roll, Jordan, roll;

I want to go to heav'n, I do, Hallelujah, Lord,
We'll praise the Lord in heav'n above
Roll, Jordan, roll.

274t Golden Harp

p.274 top

Tune: The Golden Harp

Text: JP Reese, 1869

1. Farewell, vain world, I'm going home
To play on the Golden Harp.
My Saviour smiles and bids me come
To play on the Golden Harp.

To play on the Golden Harp, to play on the Golden Harp,
I want to be where Jesus is, to play on the Golden Harp.

2. Sweet angels beckon me away
To play on the Golden Harp.
To sing God's praise in endless day
To play on the Golden Harp.

To play on the Golden Harp, to play on the Golden Harp,
I want to be where Jesus is, to play on the Golden Harp.