FROM THE LIBRARY OF
REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D.
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THE LIBRARY OF
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BY REV. J. W. DADMUN,
au:^Pb of "revival melodies," etc.
BOSTON:
FOR, S^IjE by J. I>. ]NC^a-EE, NO. 5 CORNHILL.
1860.
Entered according to Act of Corfrress, in the year 1800, by J. W. Dadmitk, in the Clerk'r Office of the District Court of Massachusetts.
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A few words to the lovers of Sacred Music will explain why we have attempted the issue of another book of hymns and tunes, when so many are already in the market. And we will say in the outset, that we would not, if we could, depreciate the many excellent works, of this kind, now before the public. But every author has his own idea of what will meet the wants of the people, especially if he has had an opportunity of test- ing their taste. We think we have had a little experience in this direc- tion in the issue and sale of nearly a hundred thousand copies of " Revival Melodies," well distributed in all parts of the country. Some have said to us, give us a good variety of the best old tunes in connection with these melodies, and it will be just the thing for permanent use. This we have attempted, and the public must judge how well we have succeeded. Of course we could not be expected to pubUsh everything for the low price of twenty-Jive cents per copy ; but we have endeavored to make such a selection as will make every page valuable. The new pieces contained in this book, we believe, will be as popular as any we have yet pub- lished.
Some of the books heretofore published are too large for convenience, and consequently too costly ; others are too small to furnish a sufficient variety for permanent use. We have endeavored to keep between these extremes. An experience of over twenty years in conducting religious meetings, has convinced us that a mere hymn-hook is not sufficient for social meetings. "We must have the tunes as well as the hymns, then the singing will not be confined to a very few tunes, — as is always the case when nothing but hymn-books are used, — but we shall have a variety, for it is a fact that in every congregation you will find more or less who can sing almost any plain music at sight. And then again, you can de- tain the congregation a few minutes after meeting, and, with book in hand, practice some new pieces. There is nothing that will draw in the unconverted like good singing. We have tried it, and therefore speak. Those who have no musical ear, and but little music in tkeir hearts, may think we are giving too much prominence to this subject, but the history of singing in the union, noon-day and other social meetings, for the last two years, will correct any such impression.
" Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom ; teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts unto the Lord."
Boston, July 1, 1860.
INDEX OW TUNES.
A Closer Walk with God...C
A Home in Heaven P. M.
A Home beyond the Tide.. P. M.
Amsterdam 7s & 6s.
Aiijrcls bear me Away C. M.
Arlington G. ]\I.
Atonement P. M.
Azmon C. M.
Balerma C, M.
Bart emeus 8s & 7s.
Bethlehem 8s & 7s.
Beautiful Zion 8s.
Beautiful World P.M.
Boylston S. M.
Bridge water L. M.
Christmas C. M.
Christ in the Garden lis.
Concord S. M.
Conway C. M.
Come ye disconsolate, .lis & 10s.
Cowper C. M.
Coronation C M.
Coming Home CM.
Cross and Crown CM.
Depth of Mercy 7s.
Dedham CM.
Delight lis & 8s.
Dundee C. M.
Duke Street L. M.
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100 12 31
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Happy Day
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He shall feed his Flock
Hebron
Here is no Rest
Homeward Bound 10s & 43.
Home at Last P.M.
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,H. M. 71 .L. M. CM. .P. M. , L. M. .P.M.
105 69 75
106 97 13
I do Believe
I Love Thee . . . . I'm going Home. I'm a Pilgrim...
Joyfully
Joyful Sound... Just as I am....
CM. 25
lis. 42
L. M. 17
P.M. 63
P.M. 73
CM. 91
....8s&6s. 36
Emmons.... C. M.
Emerald 8s & 7s.
Expostulation lis.
Forever with the Lord.....S. M.
Kingsley lis. 64
Land of Rest C M. 103
Lenox H. M. 123
Lisbon S. M. 113
Loving Kindness L. M. 126
Loving Saviour CM. 122
JIason L. M. 21
Man the Life-Boat 8s & 7s. 8
Martyns 7s. 79
Mercy's Free 7, 6, 8. 98
Mount Vernon 8s & 7s. 124
My Father-Land 9s & 8s. 26
lO'Nettleton 8s & 7s. 19
122 Ne wt«n 83. do
S5,Northfield CM. IG
|No Parting There S. M. 9
82 No Night in Heaven 10s. 40
JNuremburg 7s. 49
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33;01d Hundred L. M. 99
Ganges C P. M.
Glory to the Lamb P. M.
Greenville '...83 & 7s. 124 On the Cross 7,6,8. 20
INDEX OF TUNES.
Ortonville....
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M. 15 M. 48
M. 81
M. 90
Peterborough C.
Peaceful Rest P.
Pilgrim Stranger 8s & 7s. 53
Pilgrim Song P. M. 32
Pleading Saviour 8s & 7s. 41
Prodigal's Keturn CM. 46
Rapture P. M. 52
Rest for the Weary 8, 7,5, 18
Rivers of Redeeming Love. C. M. 6
Rockingham L. M. 112
Sabbath Morn 7s.
Shinins Shore 8s & 7s.
Shirland S. M.
Silver .*^treet S. M.
Sinne: s Invitation 6s & 7s.
Siloam C. M.
Sicilv 8s &7s.
St. Thomas S. M.
St. Martin's C. M.
Sunny Side 8s & 7s.
Take up thy Cross L. M.
Tappan ....'. 8s & 6s.
The Saviour's Invitation...C. M.
The City of Light P. M. 62
The Heavenly City 83. 67
The Day is Breaking.... 8s & 7s. 5
The Gospel Feast L. M. 76
The Bleeding Savior CM. 87
i he Eden Above 12s & lis. 34
The Saviour's Call 6s & 43. 37
The Gospel Ship CM. 102
To my Mother in Heaven. .C M. 44 Turner C M. 108
Union Hymn. Uxbridge . . . . .
....8s. 93 L. M. 118
Victory.
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120
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68 109
45
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63 Zephyr L. M. 121
SOIZion 8, 7, 4. 125
Watchman tell us of the Night .7s. 38
Ware L. M. 74
Watchman S. M. 59
Ward L. M. 104
Webb 7s & 6s. 84
Welton L. M. 114
Wilmot 7s. 61
Woodstock C. M. 65
Woodland 8s & 6s, or C M. 115
THE DAY IS BREAKING.
8s & 7s.
Arr. by J. W, D. FINE.
1 . Watchman, tell me, does the morning Of fair Zion's glory dawn ? ) Have the signs that mark its coming, Yet upon my pathway shone ? J Spm-n the mibelief that bound thee. Morning dawns ! arise, a- rise !
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2 See the glorious light ascending,
Of the grand Sabbatic year ! Hark ! the voices loud proclaiming
The Messiah's kingdom near. Watchman, yes ; I see just yonder,
Canaan's glorious heights arise ; Salem, too, appears in grandeur,
Towering 'neath her sunlit skies.
3 Pilgrim, in that golden city,
Seated on his jasper throne, Zion's King, arrayed in beauty,
Reigna in peace from zone to zone ; There, on verdant hills and mountains,
Where the golden sunbeams play, Purling streams and crystal fountains
Sparkle in th' eternal day.
4 Pilgrim, see ! the light is beaming,
Brighter still upon thy way ; Signs through all the earth are gleaming,
Omens of thy coming day. When the jubilee trumpet sounding.
Shall awake, from earth and sea. All the saints of God now sleeping.
Clad in immortality. 6 Watchman, lo ! the land we're nearing.
With its vernal fruits and flowers. On just yonder ; O how cheering !
Bloom forever Eden's bowers. Hark I the choral strains there ringing,
Wafted on the balmy air ; See the millions ; hear them singing,
Soon the pilgrims will be there.
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2 A few more days or years at most,
My troubles will be o'er ; I hope to joiu the heavenly host,
On Canaan's happy shore. My raptured soul shall drink and feast
In love's unbounded sea ; The glorious hope of endless rest
Is ravishing to me.
3 0 come, my Saviour, come away,
And bear me to the sky ; Nor let thy chariot wheels delay ;
Make haste, and bring it nigh : I long to see thy glorious face,
And in thy image shine ; To triumph in victorious grace,
And be forever thine.
4 Then will I tune my harp of gold
To my eternal King, Through ages that can ne'er be told,
I'll make thy praises ring. All hail, eternal Son of God,
Who died on Calvary ! Who bought me with his precious blood,
From endless misery.
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1 IIow happy every child of grace.
Who knows his sins forgiven ; This earth, he cries, is not my place ;
I seek my place in heaven ; A country far from mortal sight,
Yet O, by faith I see The Land of rest, the saint's delight,
The heaven prepared for me.
2 0, what a blessed hope is ours,
While here on earth we stay, We more than taste the heavenly powers.
And antedate that day ; We feel the resurrection near,
Our life in Christ concealed, And with his glorious presence here
Our earthen vessels filled.
3 0, would he more of heaven bestow,
And let the vessels break ; And let our ransomed spirits go
To grasp the God we seek ; In rapturous awe on him to gaze,
Who bought the sight for me, And shout and wonder at his grace
To all eternity.
4: The prospect joyous.
1 And let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint or die ; My soul shall quit the mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high ; Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its long-sought rest ; That only bliss for which it pants,
In the Redeemer's breast.
2 In hope of that immortal crown
I now the cross sustain ; And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain ; I suffer on my threescore years,
Till my Deliverer come ; And wipe away his servant's tears.
And take his exile home.
3 0, what hath Jesus bought for me !
Before my ravished eyes. Rivers of life divine I see.
And trees of Paradise ! I see a world of spirits bright,
Who taste the pleasures there ! They all are robed in spotless whit<^
And conquering palms they bear.
4 0, what are all my sufferings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet, With that enraptured host f appear,
And worship at thy feet ! Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away ; But let me find them all again,
In that eternal day.
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To fear and doubting given, Mount up at last, and happy fly On angel's wings to heaven. Cho.
8 Hail, love divine and pure ! Hail, mercy from the skies !
My hopes are bright and now secure, Upborne by faith I rise. Cho. 4 I part with earth and sin.
And shout the danger's past ; My Saviour takes me fully in, And I am his at last. W. Hukter.
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2 Courage ! courage ! she's in safety I
See again her buoyant form, By his gracious hand uplifted.
Who controls the raging storm. With her precious cargo freighted.
Now the life-boat nears the shore ; Parents, brethren, friends, embracing,
Those they thought to see no more.
3 Christian ! pause, and deeply ponder ;
Is there nothing you can do ? The sinking ship, the storm, the life-boat, Have they not a voice for you ?
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There's a storm, a fearful tempest —
Souls are sinking in despair ; There's a shore of blessed refuge,
Try, 0 try to guide them there.
: 0, remember Him who saved you, Whose right hand deliverance wrought, Who, from depths of guilt and anguish,
You to peace and safety brought ; 'Tis His voice who cheers you onward ;
" He that winneth souls is wise ;" Launch the Gospel's blessed life-boat ;
Venture all to win the prize.
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1 0 Thou from whom all goodness flows,
I lift my soul to thee ; In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, 0 Lord, remember me.
2 If, for thy sake, upon my name
Reproach and shame shall be, I'll hail reproach, and welcome shame ; 0 Lord, remember me.
3 When worn with pain, disease, and grief,
This feeble body see ; Grant patience, rest, and kind relief;
0 Lord, remember me.
4 "When, in the solemn hour of death,
1 wait thy just decree,
Be this the prayer of my last breath, — 0 Lord, remember me.
5 And when before thy throne I stand,
And lift my soul to thee, Then, with the saints at thy right hand, 0 Lord, remember me.
10 Walk in the light.
1 Walk in the light ! so shalt thou know
That fellowship of love, His Spirit only can bestow Who reigns in light above.
2 Walk in the light ! and thou shalt find
Thy heart made truly His Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined, In whom no darkness is.
3 Walk in the light ! and thou shalt own
Thy darkness passed away, Because that light hath on thee shone In which is perfect day.
4 Walk in the light ! and e'en the tomb
No fearful shade shall wear ; Glory shall chase away its gloom, For Christ hath conquered there.
5 Walk in the light ! thy path shall be
Peaceful, serene, and bright : For God, by grace, shall dwell in the«| And God himself is light.
12 ANGELS BEAR ME AWAY. C. M.
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2 Wildly the storm sweeps us on as it roars.
We're homeward bound. Look I yonder lie the bright heavenly shores,
We're homeward bound. Steady, 0 pilot ! staod firm at the wheel, Steady, we soon shall outweather the gale, 0,how we fly 'neath the loud-creaking sail.
We're homeward bound.
3 Down the horizon the earth disappears,
We're homeward bound. Joyful, 0 comrades ! no sighing or tears, We're homeward bound.
Listen ! what music comes soft o'er the eea,, " Welcome, thrice welcome and blessed
are ye." Can it the greeting of Paradise be ? We're homeward bound.
4 Into the harbor of heaven now we glide,
We're home at last. Softly we drift on its bright silver tide,
We're home at last. Glory to God ! all our dangers are o'er, We stand secure on the glorified shore ; Glory to God ! we will shout evermore.
We're home at last.
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S I've almost gained my heavenly home. My spirit loudly sings ; The holy ones, behold, they come I I hear the noise of wings.
4 0, bear my longing heart to Ilim Who bled and died for me ; Whose blood now cleanses from all sin, And gives me victory.
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COMING HOME. C. M.
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2 The saints of God fresh courage take, Are strong in conquering prayer ; The hosts of hell with terror shake, While God displays his power.
8 How beautiful on mountains' top, The herald's feet appear ; While tidings, blessed tidings drop, The broken heart to cheer.
4 To all the region round about,
The news has swiftly flown, That sinners, deep in guilt, have sought And found what others spurn.
5 Backsliders, too, begin to view
What traitors they have been ; Confessing, ask, " what shall I do ? '* A hell I feel within.
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2 No mortal can with him compare
Among the .sons of men ; Faii-er is he than all the fair Who fill the heavenly ti-ain.
3 He saw me plunged in deep distress,
And flew to my relief ; Tor me he bore the sliameful cross, And carried all my grief.
4 To him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have ; He makes me triumph over death, And saves me from the grave.
5 Since from his bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine. Had I a thousand hearts to give, Lord, they should all be thine,
X5 The Wanderer's Return. 1 0 for a closer walk with God, — A calm and heavenly frame ;
A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb.
2 Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord ? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word ?
3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed,
How sweet their memory still ! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
4 Return, 0 holy Dove,-return,
Sweet messenger of rest : I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast.
5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be. Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee.
6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb.
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2 My gracious Master, and my God,
Assist me to proclaim, — To spread, through all the earth abroad, The honors of thy Name.
3 Jesus ! the Name that charms our fears.
That bids our sorrows cease ; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 'Tis life, and health, and peace.
4 He breaks the powi»r of cancelled sin,
He sets the prisoner free ; His blood can mak'j the foulest clean ; His blood availec* for me.
5 He speaks, — and, listening to his voice,
New life the dead receive ; The mournful, broken hnarLs rejoice ; The humble poor believe
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1. My heavenly home is bright and fair ; Nor pain nor d«ath can enter there ; Its glittering towers the sun outshine ; That heavenly mansion shall be mine.
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2 My Father's house is built on high, Far, far above the starry sky ; When from this earthly prison free, That heavenly mansion mine shall be.
3 While here, a stranger far from home, Affliction's wavea may round me foam ; And, though like Lazarus, sick and poor, My heavenly mansion is secure.
4 ]Let others seek a home below, Which flames devour, or waves o'erflow ; Be mine a happier lot to own
A heavenly mansion near the throne.
5 Then fail this earth, let stars decline. And sun and moon refuse to shine.
All nature sink and cease to be. That heavenly mansion stands for me. [2] Rev W. Hunter.
13 ^'6 Race for Glory. Tone, " Northfield."
1 Awake, my soul ! stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on ; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown.
2 'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high ; 'Tis he whose hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye.
3 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey ;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
4 Blest Saviour, introduced by thee,
Our race have we begun ; And, crowned with victory, at thy fee* We'll lay our trophies down.
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2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer ;
Hither by thy help I'm come ; And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God ; He, to rescue me from danger.
Interposed his precious blood.
3 0, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be ! Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to thee ; Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it —
Prone to leave the God I love ; Here's my heart, 0 take and seal it ;
Seal it for thy courts above.
Conclusion of hym 2 He is fitting up my mansion, Which eternally shall stand ; For my stay shall not be transient In that holy, happy land. 8 Pain nor sickness ne'er shall enter, Grief nor woe my lot shall share ; But in that celestial centre, I a crown of life shall wear.
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4 Death itself shall then be vanquished,
And his sting shall be withdrawn ; Shout for gladness, 0 ye ransomed ! Hail with joy the rising morn.
5 Sing, 0 sing, ye heirs of glory ;
Shout your triumph as you go ; Zion's gates will open for you,
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ON THE CROSS. 7,6,8.
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1. My hope, my all, my Saviour thou, To thee, lo, now my soul I bow ;
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2 Be thou my strength, be thou my way. Protect me through my life's short day ; In all my acts may wisdom guide,
And keep me, Saviour, near thy side.
3 In fierce temptation's darkest hour, Save me from sin and Satan's power ; Tear every idol from thy throne. And reign, my Saviour, reign alone.
4 My suffering time shall soon be o'er ; Then shall I sigh and weep no more ; My ransomed so A shall soar away, To sing thy praise in endless day.
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Praise God, from whom all blessings flow j Praise Him, all creatures here below ; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host ; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
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2 Come, sinners, see him lifted up.
On the cross, on the cross. He drinks for you the bitter cup.
On the cross, on the cross. To heaven he turns his languid eyes, " 'lis finished," now the conqueror cries, Then bows his sacred head and dies,
On the cross, on the cross.
3 'Tis done ! the mighty deed is done,
On the cross, on the cross. The battle fought, the victory won,
On the cross, on the cross. The rocks do rend, the mountains quake, While Jesus doth atonement make, While Jesus suff^s for your sake.
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4 Where'er I go I'll tell the story,
Of the cross, of the cross. In nothing else my soul shall glory,
Save the cross, save the cross. Yes, this my constant theme shall be, Through time, and in eternity. That Jesus suffered death for me.
On the cross, on the cross.
5 Let every mourner come and cling
To the cro«s, to the cross. Let every Christian come and sing,
Kound the cross, round the cross. Here let the preacher take his stand. And with the Bible in his hand. Proclaim the triumphs of the Lamb,
On the cross, on the cross.
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2 0 how blessed is this station !
Low before the cross I'll lie, "While I see divine compassion
Pleading in the victim's eye ; Here I'll sit, forever viewing,
Mercy streaming in his blood ; Trecious drops, my soul bedewing.
Plead and claim my peace with God.
3 Here it is I find my heaven,
While upon the Lamb I gaze ; Here I see my sins forgiven,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise. May I still enjoy this feeling,
In all need to Jesus go ; Prove each day his blood more healing.
And Himself more deeply know.
Q ^ Hymn for Seamen. 1 Tossed upon life's raging billow, Sweet it is, 0 Lord, to know Thou didst press a sailor's pillow,
And canst feel a sailor's woe. Never slumbering, never sleeping.
Though the night be dark and drear, Thou *he faithful watch art keeping, *'A11, all's well," thy constant cheer.
1 And though loud the wind is howling.
Fierce though flash the lightniugs red, Darkly though the storm-cloud's scowling 0"er the sailor's anxious head ; Thou canst calm the raging ocean,
All its noise and tumult still ; Hush the tempest's wild commotion, At the bidding of Thy will.
S Thus my heart the hope will cherish, While to Thee I lift my eye ; Thou wilt save me ere I perish ;
Thou wilt hear the sailor's cry ; And though mast and sail be riven,
J>ife's short voyage will soon be o'er ; Safely moored in heaven's wide haven, Storm and tempest vex no more.
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Q0 Vaiiity of earthly treasures.
1 Vain are all terrestrial pleasures ;
Mixed with dross the purest gold ; Seek we then for heavenly treasures,—
Treasures never waxing old. Let our best affections centre
On the things around the throne : There no thief can ever enter ;
Moth and rust are there unknown.
2 Earthly joys no longer please us :
Here would we renounce them all ; Seek our only rest in Jesus,
Him our Lord and Master call. Faith, our languid spirits cheering,
Points to brighter worlds above ; Bids us look for his appearing ;
Bids us triumph in his love.
3 May our light be always burning,
And our loins be girded round, Waiting for our Lord's returning, —
Longing for the welcome sound. Thus the Christian life adorning,
Never need we be afraid. Should he come at night or morning,
Early dawn, or evening shade.
QT" ^^'^ desire of all nations.
1 Come, thou long-expected Jesus,
Born to set thy people free ; From our sins and fears release us,
Let us find our rest in thee. Israel's Strength and Consolation,
Hope of all the saints thou art ; Dear Desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.
2 Born, thy people to deliver ;
Born a child — and yet a King ; Born to