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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.

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.

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!

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!

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.

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.

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.

290 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed?

p.290

Tune: Victoria, Leonard P Breedlove, 1850

Text: Isaac Watts 1707 (there's a lot more than this!)

Alas! and did my Savior bleed,
and did my Sovereign die?

I have but one more river to cross,

And then I'll be at rest.

Would he devote that sacred head
for such a worm as I?

I have but one more river to cross,

And then I'll be at rest.

31t Grace! 'Tis a charming sound

p.31 top

Tune: Ninety-Third Psalm

Text: Philip Doddridge, 1755

Grace! 'tis a charming Sound,
Harmonious to my Ear!
Heav'n with the Echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.

2. Grace first contriv'd a Way
To save rebellious Man,
And all the Steps that Grace display,
Which drew the wond'rous Plan.

3. Grace taught my wand'ring Feet
To tread the heav'nly Road,
And new Supplies each Hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.

4. Grace all the Work shall crown
Thro' everlasting Days;
It lays in Heav'n the topmost Stone,
And well deserves the Praise.

29b Death, 'tis a melancholy day

p.29 bottom

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.