Plymouth Collection of Hymns and Tunes for the Use of Christian Congregations. Supplementary Hymns, Added by the Churches of the Miami Conference, 1856, 25p., at End

CHALCEDONY. L. M.

1. Ho-ly Saviour, Friend unseen, Since on Thine arm Thou bid'st me lean, Help me throughout

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varying scene, By faith to cling a-lone to Thee, By faith to cling a- lone to Thee!

759. L. M.

2. Blest with this fellowship divine,
Take what Thou wilt, I'll ne'er repine;
E'en as the branches to the vine,

My fainting soul would cling to Thee!

3. Far from her home, fatigued, opprest, Here she has found her place of rest; An exile still, yet not unblest,

While she can closely cling to Thee!

4. Oft, when I seem to tread alone

He bowed His ear to my complaint; Then did His grace appear divine. 5. With speed He flew to my relief,

As on a cherub's wing He rode;
Awful and bright as lightning shone
The face of my Deliverer, God!

6. Temptations fled at His rebuke—
The blast of His almighty breath;
He sent salvation from on high,
And drew me from the deeps of death.

Some barren waste with thorns o'ergrown, 7. My song for ever shall record

Thy voice of love, in tenderest tone,
Still whispers softly, "Cling to me!"

5. Though faith and hope may oft be tried,
I ask not, need not, aught beside;
How safe, how calm, how satisfied,
The soul that only clings to Thee!

760. L. M.

1. THEE will I love, O Lord, my strength,
My rock, my tower, my high defense;
Thy mighty arm shall be my trust,

For I have found salvation thence.
2. Death, and the terrors of the grave,
Stood round me with their dismal shade;
While floods of high temptations rose,
And made my sinking soul afraid.

3. I saw the opening gates of hell,

With endless pains and sorrows there, Which none but they that feel can tellWhile I was hurried to despair.

4. In my distress I called my God,

When I could scarce believe Him mine,

That terrible, that joyful hour!
And give the glory to the Lord,
Due to His mercy and His power.

761. L. M.

WATTS.

1. THE tempter to my soul hath said-
"There is no help in God for Thee;"
Lord! lift Thou up Thy servant's head;
My glory, shield, and solace be.

2. Thus to the Lord I raised my cry,
He heard me from His holy hill;
At His command the waves rolled by;
He beckoned-and the winds were still.

3. I laid me down and slept-I woke—
Thou, Lord! my spirit didst sustain;
Bright from the east the morning broke―
Thy comforts rose on me again.

4. I will not fear, though armed throngs
Compass my steps in all their wrath;
Salvation to the Lord belongs;
His presence guards His people's path.

MONTGOMERY.

ST. PETERSBURGH. L. M.

BORTNIANSKY.

When gathering clouds a- - round I view, And days are dark, and friends are few; On Him I lean, who not in vain, Ex-perienced ev - ry

hu man pain.

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He sees my wants, al lays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears.

2. If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the ill I would not do;
Still, He who felt temptation's power,
Will guard me in that dangerous hour.

3. When, sorrowing, o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend;
And from His hand, His voice, His smile,
Divides me for a little while-
My Saviour marks the tears I shed,
For Jesus wept" o'er Lazarus dead.

4. And, O! when I have safely pass'd
Through every conflict but the last,
Still, Lord, unchanging, watch beside
My dying bed, for Thou hast died;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.

763. L. M.

ROBERT GRANT.

1. To weary hearts, to mourning homes,
God's meekest angel gently comes;
No power hath he to banish pain,
Or give us back our lost again,
And yet, in tenderest love, our dear
And Heavenly Father sends him here.

2. Angel of patience! sent to calm

Our feverish brows with cooling balm,
To lay with hope the storms of fear,
And reconcile life's smile and tear,

The throbs of wounded pride to still, And make our own our Father's will!

3. O thou, who mournest on thy way,
With longings for the close of day,
He walks with Thee, that angel kind,
And gently whispers, "Be resign'd!
Bear up, bear on, the end shall tell,
The dear Lord ordereth all things well."

GERMAN TR. WHITTIER.

764. L. M.

1. O, LET my trembling soul be still, While darkness veils this mortal eye, And wait Thy wise, Thy holy will,

Wrapped yet in fears and mystery;
I can not. Lord, Thy purpose sce;
Yet all is well, since ruled by Thee.

2. When mounted on Thy clouded car, Thou send'st Thy darker spirits down, I can discern Thy light afar

Thy light, sweet beaming through Thy
frown;

And, should I faint a moment, then
I think of Thee, and smile again.

3. So, trusting in Thy love, I tread

The narrow path of duty on;
What though some cherished joys are fled?
What though some flattering dreams are
gone?

Yet purer, brighter joys remain ;

Why should my spirit, then, complain?

765. L. M.

1. WHEN adverse winds and waves arise, And in my heart despondence sighs; When life her throng of cares reveals, And weakness o'er my spirit steals, Grateful I hear the kind decree,

That as my day, my strength shall be."

2. When, with sad footsteps, memory roves 'Mid smitten joys and buried loves, When sleep my tearful pillow flies, And dewy morning drinks my sighs, Still to Thy promise, Lord! I fiee, That as my day, my strength shall be."

3. One trial more must yet be past,

One pang-the keenest and the last;
And when, with brow convulsed and pale,
My feeble, quivering heart-strings fail,
Redeemer! grant my soul to see
That "as her day, her strength shall be."

MRS. SIGOURNEY.

766. L. M.

1. "PERFECT in love!"-Lord, can it be, Amidst this state of doubt and sin? While foes so thick without, I see,

With weakness, pain, disease within;
Can perfect love inhabit here,
And, strong in faith, extinguish fear?

2. O, Lord! amidst this mental night,

Amidst the clouds of dark dismay,
Arise! arise! shed forth Thy light,
And kindle love's meridian day.
My Saviour God to me appear,
So love shall triumph over fear.

769. L. M.

1. PEACE, troubled soul, whose plaintive 1. As oft, with worn and weary feet,

moan

We tread earth's rugged valley o'er,
The thought-how comforting and sweet!
Christ trod this very path before!
Our wants and weaknesses He knows,
From life's first dawning to its close.

2. Do sickness, feebleness, or pain,
Or sorrow in our path appear,
The recollection will remain,

More deeply did He suffer here!
His life, how truly sad and brief,
Filled up with suff'ring and with grief!

3. If Satan tempt our hearts to stray,
And whisper evil things within,
So did he, in the desert way,

Assail our Lord with thoughts of sin;
When worn, and in a feeble hour,
The tempter came with all his power.

4. Just such as I, this earth He trod,
With every human ill but sin;
And, though indeed the very God,
As I am now, so He has been.
My God, my Saviour, look on me
With pity, love, and sympathy.

DOXOLOGY. L. M.

Now to the Father, and the Son
Who rose from death, be glory given;
With Thee, O holy Comforter!

Henceforth by all in earth and heaven.

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Jesus, descend on me, and bring
Thy sweet, refreshing grace.

4. As o'er a parched and weary land,
A rock extends its shade,
So hide me, Saviour, with Thy hand,
And screen my naked head,

5. In all the times of my distress
Thou hast my succor been;
And, in my utter helplessness,
Restraining me from sin.

6. How swift to save me didst Thou move, In every trying hour;

O! still protect me with Thy love,
And shield me with Thy power.

772. C. M.

C. WESLEY.

1. JESUS! Thy love shall we forget,
And never bring to mind

The grace that paid our hopeless debt,
And bade us pardon find.

2. Shall we Thy life of grief forget,
Thy fasting and Thy prayer;
Thy locks with mountain vapors wet,
To save us from despair?

3. Gethsemane can we forget-
Thy struggling agony;
When night lay dark on Olivet,

And none to watch with Thee?

4. Our sorrows and our sins were laid
On Thee, alone on Thee:

Thy precious blood our ransom paid-
Thine all the glory be!

5. Life's brightest joys we may forgetOur kindred cease to love;

But He who paid our hopeless debt,
Our constancy shall prove.

CHRISTIAN LYRE

3. When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And e'en the hope that threw
A moment's sparkle o'er our tears
Is dimmed and vanished too;

4. O, who would bear life's stormy doom,
Did not Thy wing of love

3. Lord, not my will, but Thine, be done!
My soul, from fear set free,

Her faith shall anchor at Thy throne,
And trust alone in Thee.

776. C. M.

1. OUR pathway oft is wet with tears,
Our sky with clouds o'ercast,
And worldly cares and worldly fears
Go with us to the last ;-

Not to the last! God's word hath said,
Could we but read aright:

O pilgrim! lift in hope thy head,
At eve it shall be light!

2. Though earth-born shadows now may.
Our toilsome path awhile, [shroud

God's blessed word can part each cloud,

And bid the sunshine smile.

If we but trust in living faith,

His love and power divine,
Then, though our sun may set in death,
His light shall round us shine.

1. DEAR Refuge of my weary soul,
On Thee, when sorrows rise—
On Thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies.

Come, brightly wafting through the gloom 2. To Thee I tell each rising grief,

Our peace-branch from above?

5. Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows
With more than rapture's ray; [bright,
As darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day.

775. C. M.

MOORE.

1. WHEN grief and anguish press me down,
And hope and comfort flee,

I cling, O Father, to Thy throne,
And stay my heart on Thee.

2. When death invades my peaceful home,
The sundered ties shall be

A closer bond, in time to come,

To bind my heart to Thee.

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