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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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. 

29b Death, 'tis a melancholy day

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Tune: Tribulation

Text: Isaac Watts 1709

1 Death, ’tis a melancholy day
To those who have no God,
When the poor soul is forced away,
To seek her last abode.

2 In vain to heav’n she lifts her eyes,
For guilt, a heavy chain,
Still drags her downward from the skies
To darkness, fire, and pain.

29t Come humble sinner in whose breast

p.29 top

Tune: Fairfield

Text: Edmund Jones, 1787

Come, humble sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve,
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed,
And make this last resolve.

I'll go to Jesus though my sin
Hath like a mountain rose;
I know his courts I'll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.

I can but perish if I go,
I am resolved to try:
For if I stay away, I know
I must forever die.

28b Life is the time to serve the Lord

p.28 bottom

Tune: Wells

Text: Isaac Watts, 1707

1 Life is the time to serve the Lord,
The time t’insure the great reward;
And while the lamp holds out to burn
The vilest sinner may return.

2 Life is the hour that God has giv’n,
To escape hell and fly to heav’n;
The day of grace, and mortals may
Secure the blessing of the day.

3 The living know that they must die,
But all the dead forgotten lie;
Their mem’ry and their sense is gone,
Alike unknowing and unknown.