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.

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.

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.

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. 

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! :|