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.

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!

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.