Suffer not our hearts to languish,
Suffer not our souls to fear; When our mortal life is ended, Bid us in thine arms to rest, Till by angel bands attended, We awake among the blest.
HYMN 30. Ss & 7s. Sicily.
1 With my substance I will honor My Redeemer and my Lord; Were ten thousand worlds my manor, All were nothing to his word.
2 While the heralds of salvation, His abounding grace proclaim, Let his friends of every station, Gladly join to spread his fame.
3 May his kingdom be promoted; May the world the Saviour know; Be my all to him devoted;
To my Lord my all I owe.
4 Praise the Saviour, all ye nations; Praise him all ye hosts above; Shout with joyful acclamations, His divine-victorious love.
Prayer heard, and Zion restored.
1 Let Zion and her sons rejoice- Behold the promised hour!
Her God hath heard her mourning voice, And comes t' exalt his pow'r.
2 Her dust and ruins that remain, Are precious in his eyes;
Those ruins shall be built again, And all that dust shall rise.
3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem, And stand in glory there; Nations shall bow before his name, And kings attend with fear.
4 He sits a sovereign on his throne, With pity in his eyes;
He hears the dying pris'ners' groan, And sees their sighs arise.
5 He frees the soul condemn'd to death; Nor when his saints complain,
Shall it be said that praying breath Was ever spent in vain.
6 This shall be known when we are dead,
And left on long record,
That ages, yet unborn, may read,
And trust, and praise the Lord.
HYMN 32. L. M. Pilesgrove.
1 Look up, my soul! with glad surprise, And see the joyful coming day; When Jesus shall descend the skies, And form a bright, a glorious day.
2 Nations shall in a day be born, And swift like doves to Jesus fly, The saints shall know no clouds return, Nor sorrow mingled with their joy.
3 The lion and the lamb shall feed Together in his peaceful reign; And Zion, blest with heav'nly bread, Of pinching wants no more complain.
4 The Jew, the Greek, the bond, the free, Shall boast their sev'ral rights no more; But join in sweetest harmony,
Their Lord, their Sovereign to adore.
5 Thus, till a thousand years are past, And Satan must be loos'd again; Short is the time his reign shall last, E'er he's confined in endless pain.
6 But the blest saints shall mount on high, Where their deliv'ring Prince is gone; Angels at God's command shall fly, To bless them with a conqueror's crown.
1 Behold the heathen wait to know The joy the gospel will bestow; The exiled captives to receive The freedom Jesus has to give.
2 Come, let us with a grateful heart, In this blest labor share a part; Our prayers and offerings gladly bring To aid the triumphs of our King.
3 Our hearts exult in songs of praise, That we have seen these latter days; When our Redeemer shall be known, Where Satan long hath held his throne.
4 Where'er his hand hath spread the skies, Sweet incense to his name shall rise; And slave and freeman-Greek, and Jew, By sovereign grace be formed anew.
HYMN 34. L. M. All Saints.
1 There is a God, who reigns above, Lord of the heav'n, and earth, and seas, I fear his wrath, I ask his love, And with my lips I sing his praise.
2 There is a law which he has writ, To teach us all, what we must do; My soul! to his commands submit, For they are holy, just, and true.
3 There is a gospel rich in grace, Whence sinners all their comforts draw; Lord! I repent and seek thy face, For I have often broke thy law.
4 There is an hour when I must die, Nor do I know how soon 'twill come: How many, younger much than I, Have passed by death to hear their doom.
5 Let me improve the hours I have,
Before the day of grace is fled; There's no repentance in the grave, Nor pardon offer'd to the dead.
1 Return, O wanderer-now return! And seek thy Father's face! Those new desires, which in thee burn, Were kindled by his grace.
2 Return, O wanderer-now return! He hears thy humble sigh: He sees thy softened spirit mourn, When no one else is nigh.
3 Return, O wanderer--now return! Thy Saviour bids thee live: Go to his feet and grateful learn How freely he'll forgive.
4 Return, O wanderer--now return! And wipe the falling tear:
Thy Father calls, no longer mourn 'Tis love invites thee near.
HYMN 36. 7s. Pleyel's Hymn.
1 Haste, O sinner-now be wise; Stay not for the morrow's sun: Wisdom if you still despise, Harder is it to be won.
2 Haste and mercy now implore; Stay not for the morrow's sun; Lest thy season should be o'er, Ere this evening's stage be run.
3 Haste, O sinner-now return; Stay not for the morrow's sun, Lest thy lamp should cease to burn, Ere salvation's work is done.
4 Haste, O sinner-now be blest, Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest perdition thee arrest,
Ere the morrow is begun.
1 Oh! could I find some peaceful bow'r, Where sin has neither place nor pow'r,
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