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)

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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...

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.