Where'er the foot of man hath trod,
Descend on our apostate race.

2 Give tongues of fire, and hearts of love,
To preach the reconciling word;
Give power and unction from above,
Where'er the joyful sound is heard.
3 Be darkness, at Thy coming, light;
Confusion order, in Thy path;

Souls without strength, inspire with might;
Bid mercy triumph over wrath.

4 Baptize the nations; far and nigh
The triumphs of the cross record;
The name of Jesus glorify,

Till

every kindred call Him Lord.

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Remember Me!

C. M.

[By Rev. THOMAS HOWEIS, M. D., of England; born 1732; died in 1820.]

THOU from whom all goodness flows,
I lift my soul to Thee;

In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,

O Lord, remember me.

2 When worn with pain, disease, and grief, This feeble body see;

Grant patience, rest, and kind relief;
O Lord, remember me.

3 When, in the solemn hour of death,

I wait Thy just decree,

Be this the prayer of

my

O Lord, remember me.

last breath

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4 And when before Thy throne I stand, And lift my soul to Thee,

Then, with the saints at Thy right hand,
O Lord, remember me.

Bethel.

[By CHARLES WESLEY.]

THOU, whom all Thy saints adore,
We now with all Thy saints agree,
And bow our inmost souls before
Thy glorious, awful Majesty.

2 We come, great God, to seek Thy face,
And for Thy loving kindness wait;
And O, how dreadful is this place!

L. M.

'Tis God's own house, 'tis heaven's gate.

3 Tremble our hearts to find Thee nigh;
To Thee our trembling hearts aspire:
And lo! we see descend from high
The pillar and the flame of fire.

4 Still let it on th' assembly stay,

And all the house with glory fill:
To Canaan's bounds point out the way,
And lead us to Thy holy hill.

5 There let us all with Jesus stand,

And join the general Church above, And take our seats at Thy right hand, And sing Thine everlasting love.

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Pentecost.

[By HENRY MORE.]

L. M.

N all the earth Thy Spirit shower;
The tarta in righteousness renew;
Thy kingdom come, and hell's o'erpower,
And to Thy sceptre all subdue.
2 Like mighty winds, or torrents fierce,
Let Him opposers all o'errun ;
And every law of sin reverse,

That faith and love may make all one.
3 Yea, let Him, Lord, in every place
His richest energy declare;
While lovely tempers, fruits of grace,
The kingdom of Thy Christ prepare
4 Grant this, O holy God and true;

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The ancient seers thou didst inspire, To us perform the promise due,Descend, and crown us now with fire

Bless the Word!

C. M.

[By Rev. JOSEPH HART, an English Independent; born in 1712; died 1768.

NCE more we come before our God;

ONCE

Once more His blessing ask:

O may not duty seem a load,
Nor worship prove a task.

2 Father, Thy quick'ning Spirit send
From heaven, in Jesus' name,
And bid our waiting minds attend,
And put our souls in frame.

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3 May we receive the word we hear, Each in an honest heart;

And keep the precious treasure there,
And never with it part.

4 To seek Thee, all our hearts dispose;
To each Thy blessings suit;

And let the seed Thy servant sows,

Produce abundant fruit.

Rock of Ages.

P. M.

By Rev. AUGUSTUS M. TOPLADY, an English clergyman; born 1741; died in 1778. A favorite with every Christian who has ever heard it. Prince Albert used it in his dying hour. The author of "Rock of Ages," and the author of "Jesus lover of my Soul" were fierce polemics while they lived, carrying their warfare into personalities. They had zeal in prose but charity in poetry. Who doubts that either has failed to find a "refuge for his soul" in the "Rock of Ages?" Dr. Schaff notices as a curiosity that the Lyra Catholica has this hymn along-side hymns from the Breviary and Missal. We are one in Christ.]

ROCK

of ages,

cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in Thee;

Let the water and the blood,

From Thy wounded side which flow'd,
Be of sin the double cure,-

Save from wrath and make me pure..
2 Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfill Thy law's demands.
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow, -
These for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.
3 In my hand no price I bring,
Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;

Foul, I to the fountain hie,
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
4 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyes shall close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold Thee on Thy throne, -
Rock of ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in Thee.

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Litany.

P. M.

By Sir ROBERT GRANT; born 1785; died 1838; Governor of Bombay. He wrote twelve Sacred Lyrics, of which this is the best.]

AVIOUR, when, in dust, to Thee
we bow th' adoring knee,

When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our streaming eyes, -
O, by all Thy pain and woe
Suffer'd once for man below,
Bending from Thy throne on high,
Hear our solemn litany.

2 By Thine hour of dark despair,
By Thine agony of prayer;

By the cross, the nail, the thorn,
Piercing spear, and tort'ring scorn;
By the gloom that veil'd the skies
O'er the dreadful sacrifice, -
Listen to our humble cry,
Hear our solemn litany.
8 By Thy deep, expiring groan;
By the sad, sepulchral stone;
By the vault whose dark abode
Held in vain the rising God, —