And what shall be my journey,
How long I'll stay below,
Or what shall be my trials,
Are not for me to know;
In every day of trouble
I'll raise my thoughts on high,
I'll think of the bright temple,
And crowns above the sky.
Camp Meeting Songs, 1817.
CAPETOWN, 66. KYRIE ELEISON, 67.
63 Lf mankind the Life and Light, ORD of mercy and of might,
Maker, Teacher, infinite;
Jesus! hear and save!
Mighty Monarch! Saviour mild,
Humbled to a mortal child,
Captive, beaten, bound, reviled;
Jesus! hear and save!
Throned above celestial things,
Borne aloft on angels' wings,
Lord of lords, and King of kings;
Jesus! hear and save!
Who shall yet return from high,
Robed in might and majesty,
Hear us! help us when we cry!
Jesus! hear and save!
Bishop Reginald Heber, D.D., 1811 (died 1826).
64 WHEN at the bar of Christ we stand,
With all the dead from sea and land;
We, the same souls that meet to-day,
With all who have, and all who may;
How different will the meeting be!
What sounds to hear! what sights to see!
How will our trembling hearts begin
To recollect our days of sin;
Our evil thoughts, from others hid;
The words we uttered, things we did;
Our mercies, and their sad abuse;
Each false pretence, and poor excuse;
The waste of precious Sabbath time
In idle sports, or open crime;
Sermons, and prayers, and teaching gone,
Scarce heard, and never thought upon;
And many a warning to repent,
Neglected, till our lives were spent!
How should we long, but vainly pray,
For one more blessèd Sabbath day;
How dearly prize one little space,
To listen to the call of grace!
But that great day no change shall see—
Such as we died, we still must be.
65 GOD, mine inmost soul convert!
And deeply on my thoughtful heart
Eternal things impress:
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And bid me, ere it be too late,
Awake to righteousness.
Before me place, in bright array,
of that tremendous day,
When Thou with clouds shalt come,
To judge the nations at Thy bar,
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there,
To meet a joyful doom ?
Be this my one great business here—
With holy trembling, holy fear,
Eternal bliss to ensure ;
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,
And suffer all Thy righteous will,
And to the end endure.
Then, Saviour, then my soul receive,
Transported from this vale, to live
And reign with Thee above;
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope in full supreme delight,
And everlasting love!
Rev. Charles Wesley, M.A., 1743 (died 1788).
MELCOMBE, 161. NICEA, 163.
66 COME, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove, With light and comfort from above;
Be Thou our guardian, Thou our guide,
O'er every thought and step preside.
O turn us, with a Father's care,
From every sin and hurtful snare;
Lead to Thy word, that rules must give,
And teach us lessons how to live.
The light of truth to us display,
And make us know and choose Thy way;
Plant holy fear in every heart,
That we from God may ne'er depart.
Lead us to holiness-the road
That we must take to dwell with God;
Lead us to Christ-the living way,
Nor let us from His pastures stray.
Lead us to God-our final rest,
To be with Him for ever blest;
Lead us to heaven, that we may share
Fulness of joy for ever there.
Rev. Simon Browne, 1720 (died 1732).
C.M. ST. JAMES, 114. TALLIS, 119.
67 COME, Holy Ghost, the Comforter,
Whom Jesus sends from heaven,
O comfort us, Thy children, here,
And show our sins forgiven.
O come, and in our hearts reside,
Let them Thy temples prove;
Nor let our sinfulness and pride
Provoke Thee to remove.
But with Thy gracious power descend,
And all our sins subdue;
Obid us to Thy sceptre bend,
And form our souls anew.
Where God the Spirit is a guest,
All graces there abound;
Love, joy, and peace make calm the breast,
And thanks and praise resound.
Rev. Rowland Hill, 1790 (died 1833).
77.77.77. WELLS, 85.
RACIOUS Spirit, dwell with me,
I myself would gracious be;
And with words that help and heal,
Would Thy life in mine reveal;
And with actions bold and meek,
Would for Christ, my Saviour, speak.
Truthful Spirit, dwell with me,
I myself would truthful be;
And with wisdom kind and clear,
Let Thy life in mine appear;
And with actions brotherly,
Speak my Lord's sincerity.
Tender Spirit, dwell with me,
I myself would tender be;
Shut my heart up like a flower,
In temptation's darksome hour;
Open it when shines the Sun,
And His love by fragrance own.
Mighty Spirit, dwell with me,
I myself would mighty be;
Mighty so as to prevail,
When, unaided, man must fail;
Ever, by a mighty hope,
Pressing on and bearing up.
Holy Spirit, dwell with me,
I myself would holy be;
Separate from sin, I would
Choose and cherish all things good,
And whatever I can be,
Give to Him, who gave me Thee.
Rev. Thomas Toke Lynch, 1855 (died 11 May, 1871).
OLMUTZ, 95. ST. CUTHBERT, 96.
69 OUR blest Redeemer, ere He breathed,
His tender last farewell,
A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed,
With us to dwell.
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