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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.

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.

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.

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.