2 Where is the zeal that led us then To make our Saviour’s glory known; That freed us from the fear of men, And kept our eyes on him alone?
3 Where are the happy seasons spent In fellowship with him we loved? The sacred joy, the sweet content, The blessédness that then we proved?
4 Behold, again we turn to thee, O cast us not away, though vile! No peace we have, no joy we see, O Lord, our God, but in thy smile.
859 L. M. 6 lines. Love—which passeth knowledge. Eph. 3:19.
Thou hidden love of God, whose hight, Whose depth, unfathomed, no man knows, I see from far thy beauteous light: Inly I sigh for thy repose; My heart is pained; nor can it be At rest till it find rest in thee.
2 Thy secret voice invites me still The sweetness of thy yoke to prove; And fain I would; but though my will Seems fixed, yet wide my passions rove; Yet hindrances strew all the way; I aim at thee, yet from thee stray.
3 ’Tis mercy all, that thou hast brought My mind to seek her peace in thee; Yet, while I seek, but find thee not, No peace my wandering soul shall see. O, when shall all my wanderings end, And all my steps to thee-ward tend?
4 Is there a thing beneath the sun That strives with thee my heart to share? Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone, The Lord of every motion there: Then shall my heart from earth be free, When it hath found repose in thee.
860 C. M. So run that ye may obtain. 1 Cor. 9:24.
Rise, O my soul! pursue the path By ancient heroes trod; Ambitious view those holy men Who lived and walked with God.
2 Though dead, they speak in reason’s ear; And in example live; Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds, Still fresh instruction give.
3 ’Twas through the Lamb’s most precious blood They conquered every foe: And to his power and matchless grace, Their crowns and honor owe.
4 Lord, may we ever keep in view The patterns thou hast given, And ne’er forsake the blessed road Which led them safe to heaven.
861 C. M. D. O! it will be glorious.
Christians, keep your armor bright, Rejoice, give thanks, and sing; In union strong together fight; Hosanna to our King! Come, laud and magnify his name, Nor let his praises cease; His ways are ways of pleasantness And all his paths are peace. CHORUS. O it will be glorious. With crowns and palms victorious, And Jesus reigning over us, When our sad warfare’s o’er.
2 We will not act the coward’s part, But onward all proceed: Our Captain shall his grace impart In every time of need. Great peace have they who love his cause, And on his word rely; From such as keep his holy laws, The enemy will fly.
3 The world and sin may grieve us sore, And rouse our weakest fears; Our march is but a few days more Through this dark vale of tears. Death may assail, and Satan too, With his opposing powers; But let us prove our valor true, The victory is ours.
862 C. M. O Lord, remember me.
O thou, from whom all goodness flows, I lift my soul to thee; In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, O Lord, remember me.
2 If for thy sake, upon my name Reproach and shame shall be, I’ll hail reproach and welcome shame; O Lord remember me!
3 When worn with pain, disease, and grief, This feeble body see; Grant patience, rest and kind relief; O Lord remember me!
4 When, in the solemn hour of death, I wait thy just decree, Be this the prayer of my last breath— O 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, O Lord, remember me!
863 C. M. Endure hardness as a good soldier. 2 Tim. 2:3.
Am I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name?
2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas?
3 Are there no foes for me to face? Must I not stem the flood? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God?
4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign; Increase my courage, Lord! I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word.
5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, Shall conquer, though they die; They see the triumph from afar, With Hope’s exulting eye.
6 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thine armies shine In robes of victory through the skies, The glory shall be thine.
864 C. M. Overcoming.
Kind Father, look with pity now On one by sin defiled; While at the mercy-seat I bow, O bless thy erring child.
2 My struggles, Lord, to do thy will, How poor and weak they are! But thou art gracious to me still, Then hear my humble prayer.