Soldiers of the cross! arise;

Gird you with your armor bright;

Mighty are your enemies,

Hard the battle ye must fight.

2 Guard the helpless, seek the strayed,

Soothe the troubled, banish grief;

With the Spirit's sword arrayed,

Scatter sin and unbelief.

3 Be the banner still unfurled,

Bear it bravely still abroad,

Till the kingdoms of the world

Are the kingdoms of the Lord.

With thine own pity, Savior, see

The thronged and darkening way!

We go to win the lost to thee,

Oh, help us, Lord, we pray!

2 Thou bid'st us go, with thee to stand

Against hell's marshalled powers;

And heart to heart, and hand to hand,

To make thine honor ours.

3 Teach thou our lips of thee to speak,

Of thy sweet love to tell;

Till they who wander far shall seek

And find and serve thee well.

4 O'er all the world thy Spirit send,

And make thy goodness known,

Till earth and heaven together blend

Their praises at thy throne.

Oh! still in accents sweet and strong

Sounds forth the ancient word,--

"More reapers for white harvest fields,

More laborers for the Lord!"

2 We hear the call; in dreams no more

In selfish ease we lie,

But girded for our Father's work,

Go forth beneath his sky.

3 Where prophet's word, and martyr's blood,

And prayers of saints were sown,

We, to their labors entering in,

Would reap where they have strown.

Pour out thy Spirit from on high;

Lord! thine assembled servants bless;

Graces and gifts to each supply.

And clothe thy priests with righteousness.

2 Wisdom, and zeal, and faith impart,

Firmness with meekness from above,

To bear thy people on our heart,

And love the souls whom thou dost love;

3 To watch and pray, and never faint;

By day and night, strict guard to keep;

To warn the sinner, cheer the saint,

Nourish thy lambs, and feed thy sheep.

4 Then, when our work is finished here,

In humble hope, our charge resign;

When the chief Shepherd shall appear,

O God! may they and we be thine.

The solemn service now is done.

The vow is pledged, the toil begun;

Seal thou, O God! the oath above,

And ratify the pledge of love.

2 The shepherd of thy people bless;

Gird him with thine own holiness;

In duty may his pleasure be

His glory in his zeal for thee.

3 Here let the ardent prayer arise,

Faith fix its grasp beyond the skies.

The tear of penitence be shed,

And myriads to the Savior led.

4 Come, Spirit! here consent to dwell;

The mists of earth and sin dispel;

Blest Savior! thine own rights maintain:

Supreme in every bosom reign.

Oh, happy day, that fixed my choice,

On thee, my Savior and my God!

Well may this glowing heart rejoice,

And tell its raptures all abroad.

CHO.--Happy day, happy day,

When Jesus washed my sins away;

He taught me how to watch and pray,

And live rejoicing ev'ry day!

2 Oh, happy bond, that seals my vows

To him who merits all my love!

Let cheerful anthems fill the house,

While to his altar now I move.

3 'Tis done--the great transaction's done;

I am my Lord's, and he is mine;

He drew me, and I followed on,

Rejoiced to own the call divine.

4 Now rest--my long-divided heart--

Fixed on this blissful center, rest;

Here have I found a nobler part,

Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast.

5 High Heaven, that heard the solemn vow,

That vow renewed shall daily hear,

Till, in life's latest hour, I bow,

And bless in death a bond so dear.

Come in, thou blessed of the Lord!

Enter in Jesus' precious name;

We welcome thee, with one accord,

And trust the Savior does the same.

2 Those joys, which earth cannot afford,

We'll seek in fellowship to prove,

Joined in one spirit to our Lord,

Together bound by mutual love.

3 And, while we pass this vale of tears,

We'll make our joys and sorrows known;

We'll share each other's hopes and fears,

And count a brother's case our own.

4 Once more, our welcome we repeat;

Receive assurance of our love;

Oh! may we all together meet,

Around the throne of God above.

How sweet, how heavenly is the sight,

When those who love the Lord,

In one another's peace delight,

And so fulfill his word!--

2 When each can feel his brother's sigh,

And with him bear a part;

When sorrow flows from eye to eye,

And joy from heart to heart;

3 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride,

Our wishes all above,

Each can his brother's failings hide,

And show a brother's love:

4 When love, in one delightful stream,

Through every bosom flows;

When union sweet, and dear esteem,

In every action glows.

5 Love is the golden chain, that binds

The happy souls above;

And he's an heir of heaven, that finds

His bosom glow with love.

Come in, beloved of the Lord,

Stranger nor foe art thou;

We welcome thee with warm accord,

Our friend, our brother, now.

2 The hand of fellowship, the heart

Of love, we offer thee:

Leaving the world, thou dost but part

From lies and vanity.

3 Come with us,--we will do thee good,

As God to us hath done;

Stand but in him, as those have stood

Whose faith the victory won.

4 And when, by turns, we pass away,

And star by star grows dim,

May each, translated into day,

Be lost and found in him.

Witness, ye men and angels! now,

Before the Lord we speak;

To him we make our solemn vow,

A vow we dare not break;--

2 That, long as life itself shall last,

Ourselves to Christ we yield;

Nor from his cause will we depart,

Or even quit the field.

3 We trust not in our native strength,

But on his grace rely;

That, with returning wants, the Lord

Will all our need supply.

4 Oh! guide our doubtful feet aright,

And keep us in thy ways;

And, while we turn our vows to prayers,

Turn thou our prayers to praise.

Blest be the tie that binds

Our hearts in Christian love!

The fellowship of kindred minds

Is like to that above.

2 Before our Father's throne,

We pour our ardent prayers;

Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,

Our comforts and our cares.

3 We share our mutual woes;

Our mutual burdens bear;

And often for each other flows

The sympathizing tear.

4 When we asunder part,

It gives us inward pain;

But we shall still be joined in heart,

And hope to meet again.

5 This glorious hope revives

Our courage by the way;

While each in expectation lives,

And longs to see the day.

6 From sorrow, toil, and pain,

And sin we shall be free;

And perfect love and friendship reign

Through all eternity.

And let our bodies part--

To diff'rent climes repair;

Inseparably joined in heart

The friends of Jesus are.

2 Oh, let us still proceed

In Jesus' work below;

And following our triumphant Head,

To further conquests go.

3 The vineyard of the Lord

Before his laborers lies;

And lo! we see the vast reward

Which waits us in the skies.

4 Oh, let our heart and mind

Continually ascend,

That haven of repose to find,

Where all our labors end.

And are we yet alive,

And see each other's face?

Glory and praise to Jesus give,

For his redeeming grace.

2 Preserved by power divine

To full salvation here,

Again in Jesus' praise we join,

And in his sight appear.

3 What troubles have we seen!

What conflicts have we passed!

Fightings without, and fears within,

Since we assembled last!

4 But out of all the Lord

Hath brought us by his love;

And still he doth his help afford,

And hides our life above.

5 Let us take up the cross,

Till we the crown obtain;

And gladly reckon all things loss

So we may Jesus gain.

How blest the hour when first we gave

Our guilty souls to thee, O God;

A cheerful sacrifice of love,

Bought with the Savior's precious blood.

2 How blest the vow we here record!

How blest the grace we now receive!

Buried in baptism with our Lord,

New lives of holiness to live.

3 How blest the solemn rite that seals

Our death to sin, our guilt forgiven;--

How blest the emblem that reveals

God reconciled and peace with heaven.

4 Thus through the emblematic grave

The glorious, suffering Savior trod;

Thou art our pattern, through the wave

We follow thee, blest Son of God.

My God! and is thy table spread?

And does thy cup with love o'erflow?

Thither be all thy children led,

And let them all its sweetness know.

2 Hail! sacred feast, which Jesus makes!

Rich banquet of his flesh and blood;

Thrice happy he, who here partakes

That sacred stream, that heavenly food!

3 Oh! let thy table honored be,

And furnished well with joyful guests;

And may each soul salvation see,

That here its sacred pledges tastes.

4 Let crowds approach, with hearts prepared;

With hearts inflamed let all attend;

Nor, when we leave our Father's board,

The pleasure or the profit end.

Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts!

Thou Fount of life! thou Light of men!

From the best bliss that earth imparts,

We turn unfilled to thee again.

2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood;

Thou savest those that on thee call;

To them that seek thee, thou art good,

To them that find thee,--All in all!

3 We taste thee, oh, thou living Bread!

And long to feast upon thee still;

We drink of thee, the Fountain Head,

And thirst our souls from thee to fill.

4 Our restless spirits yearn for thee,

Where'er our changeful lot is cast;

Glad, when thy gracious smile we see,

Blest, when our faith can hold thee fast.

5 O Jesus! ever with us stay;

Make all our moments calm and bright;

Chase the dark night of sin away;

Shed o'er the world thy holy light.

Bread of heaven, on thee we feed

For thy flesh is meat indeed;

Ever let our souls be fed

With this true and living bread.

2 Vine of heaven, thy blood supplies

This blest cup of sacrifice;

Lord, thy wounds our healing give;

To thy cross we look and live.

3 Day by day with strength supplied,

Thro' the life of him who died,

Lord of life, oh, let us be

Rooted, grafted, built on thee.

'Twas on that dark, that dreadful night,

When powers of earth and hell arose

Against the Son of God's delight,

And friends betrayed him to his foes.

2 Before the mournful scene began

He took the bread, and blessed and brake;

What love thro' all his actions ran!

What wondrous words of grace he spake!

3 "This is my body, broke for sin;

Receive and eat the living food;"

Then took the cup, and blessed the wine:

"'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood."

4 "Do this," he cried, "till time shall end,

In mem'ry of your dying Friend;

Meet at the table, and record

The love of your departed Lord."

5 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate;

We show thy death, we sing thy name

Till thou return, and we shall eat

The marriage supper of the Lamb.

While, in sweet communion, feeding

On this earthly bread and wine,

Savior, may we see thee bleeding

On the cross, to make us thine.

2 Now, our eyes forever closing

To this fleeting world below,

On thy gentle breast reposing,

Teach us, Lord, thy grace to know.

3 Though unseen, be ever near us,

With the still small voice of love,

Whisp'ring words of peace to cheer us,

Ev'ry doubt and fear remove.

4 Bring before us all the story

Of thy life, and death of woe;

And, with hopes of endless glory,

Wean our hearts from all below.

That dreadful night before his death,

The Lamb, for sinners slain,

Did, almost with his dying breath,

This solemn feast ordain.

2 To keep the feast, Lord, we have met,

And to remember thee;

Help each poor trembler to repeat--

For me he died, for me.

3 Thy suff'rings, Lord, each sacred sign

To our remembrance brings;

We eat the bread and drink the wine,

But think on nobler things.

4 Oh, tune our tongues, and set in frame

Each heart that pants for thee,

To sing, Hosanna to the Lamb,

The Lamb that died for me.

"Till he come!" oh, let the words

Linger on the trembling chords,

Let the "little while" between

In their golden light be seen;

Let us think how heav'n and home

Lie beyond that "Till he come!"

2 When the weary ones we love

Enter on that rest above,

When their words of love and cheer

Fall no longer on our ear,

Hush! be ev'ry murmur dumb,

It is only "Till he come!"

3 Clouds and darkness round us press;

Would we have one sorrow less?

All the sharpness of the cross,

All that tells the world is loss,

Death, and darkness, and the tomb

Pain us only "Till he come!"

4 See, the feast of love is spread,

Drink the wine and eat the bread:

Sweet memorials, till the Lord

Call us round his heavn'ly board;

Some from earth, from glory some,

Severed only "Till he come!"

We long to move and breathe in thee,

Inspired with thine own breath,

To live thy life, O Lord, and be

Baptized into thy death.

2 Thy death to sin we die below,

But we shall rise in love;

We here are planted in thy woe,

But we shall bloom above.

3 Above we shall thy glory share,

As we thy cross have borne;

E'en we shall crowns of honor wear,

When we the thorns have worn.

Our children, Lord, in faith and prayer

We now devote to thee;

Let them thy covenant mercies share,

And thy salvation see.

2 In early days their hearts secure

From worldly snares, we pray;

And let them to the end endure

In every righteous way.

3 Grant us before them, Lord, to live

In holy faith and fear;

And then to heaven our souls receive

And bring our children there.

It is not death to die,--

To leave this weary road,

And, midst the brotherhood on high,

To be at home with God.

2 It is not death to close

The eye long dimmed by tears,

And wake, in glorious repose

To spend eternal years.

3 It is not death to fling

Aside this sinful dust,

And rise, on strong exulting wing,

To live among the just.

4 Jesus, thou Prince of life!

Thy chosen cannot die;

Like thee, they conquer in the strife,

To reign with thee on high.

Servant of God, well done!

Thy glorious warfare's past;

The battle's fought, the race is won,

And thou art crowned at last;--

2 Of all thy heart's desire

Triumphantly possessed;

Lodged by the ministerial choir

In thy Redeemer's breast.

3 In condescending love,

Thy ceaseless prayer he heard,

And bade thee suddenly remove

To thy complete reward.

4 With saints enthroned on high,

Thou dost thy Lord proclaim,

And still to God salvation cry,--

Salvation to the Lamb!

A few more years shall roll,

A few more seasons come,

And we shall be with those that rest

Asleep within the tomb.

2 A few more suns shall set

O'er these dark hills of time,

And we shall be where suns are not,

A far serener clime.

3 A few more storms shall beat

On this wild rocky shore,

And we shall be where tempests cease,

And surges swell no more.

4 A few more struggles here,

A few more partings o'er,

A few more toils, a few more tears,

And we shall weep no more.

5 'Tis but a little while

And he shall come again,

Who died that we might live, who lives

That we with him may reign.

6 Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that great day;

Oh, wash me in thy precious blood,

And take my sins away.

Days and moments quickly flying

Blend the living with the dead;

Soon shall we who sing be lying,

Each within our narrow bed.

2 Soon our souls to God who gave them

Will have sped their rapid flight;

Able now by grace to save them,

Oh, that while we can we might.

3 Jesus, infinite Redeemer,

Maker of this mighty frame,

Teach, oh, teach us to remember

What we are, and whence we came:--

4 Whence we came, and whither wending

Soon we must through darkness go,

To inherit bliss unending,

Or eternity of woe.

As the tree falls so must it lie;

As the man lives so will he die;

As the man dies, such must he be

All through the days of eternity.

Amen.

Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding

O'er the spoils that death has won,

We would at this solemn meeting,

Calmly say,--thy will be done.

2 Though cast down, we're not forsaken;

Though afflicted, not alone;

Thou didst give, and thou hast taken;

Blessed Lord,--thy will be done.

3 Though to-day we're filled with mourning,

Mercy still is on the throne;

With thy smiles of love returning,

We can sing--thy will be done.

4 By thy hands the boon was given,

Thou hast taken but thine own:

Lord of earth, and God of heaven,

Evermore,--thy will be done!

Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep,

From which none ever wakes to weep;

A calm and undisturbed repose,

Unbroken by the dread of foes.

2 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest,

Whose waking is supremely blest;

No fear, no woes, shall dim the hour,

Which manifests the Savior's power.

3 Asleep in Jesus! oh, for me

May such a blissful refuge be;

Securely shall my ashes lie,

And wait the summons from on high.

4 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee

Thy kindred and their graves may be;

But thine is still a blessed sleep,

From whence none ever wake to weep.

How blest the righteous when he dies!

When sinks a weary soul to rest!

How mildly beam the closing eyes!

How gently heaves the expiring breast!

2 So fades a summer cloud away;

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;

So gently shuts the eye of day;

So dies a wave along the shore.

3 A holy quiet reigns around,

A calm which life nor death destroys;

And naught disturbs that peace profound

Which his unfettered soul enjoys.

4 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay,

Light from its load the spirit flies,

While heaven and earth combine to say,

How blest the righteous when he dies!

Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb;

Take this new treasure to thy trust

And give these sacred relics room,

To slumber in the silent dust.

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear,

Invades thy bounds; no mortal woes

Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,

While angels watch the soft repose.

3 So Jesus slept; God's dying Son

Passed through the grave, and blest the bed;

Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne

The morning break, and pierce the shade.

4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn;

Attend, O earth, his sovereign word;

Restore thy trust; a glorious form

Shall then arise to meet the Lord.

So fades the lovely, blooming flower--

Frail smiling solace of an hour!

So soon our transient comforts fly,

And pleasure only blooms to die.

2 Is there no kind, no lenient art,

To heal the anguish of the heart?

Spirit of grace! be ever nigh,

Thy comforts are not made to die.

3 Bid gentle patience smile on pain,

Till dying hope shall live again;

Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye

And faith points upward to the sky.

Why do we mourn departing friends,

Or shake at death's alarms?

'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends,

To call them to his arms.

2 Are we not tending upward, too,

As fast as time can move?

Nor would we wish the hours more slow,

To keep us from our love.

3 Why should we tremble to convey

Their bodies to the tomb?

There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,

And scattered all the gloom.

4 The graves of all the saints be blessed,

And softened every bed;

Where should the dying members rest,

But with the dying Head?

5 Thence he arose, ascending high,

And showed our feet the way;

Up to the Lord we, too, shall fly

At the great rising-day.

6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,

And bid our kindred rise;

Awake! ye nations under ground;

Ye saints! ascend the skies.

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--

2 Shall join the disembodied saints,

And find its long-sought rest;

That only bliss for which it pants,

In the Redeemer's breast.

3 In hope of that immortal crown

I now the cross sustain;

And gladly wander up and down,

And smile at toil and pain.

4 I suffer on my three-score years,

Till my Deliverer come,

And wipes away his servant's tears,

And takes his exile home.

Why should our tears in sorrow flow

When God recalls his own,

And bids them leave a world of woe,

For an immortal crown?

2 Is not e'en death a gain to those

Whose life to God was given?

Gladly to earth their eyes they close

To open them in heaven.

3 Their toils are past, their work is done,

And they are fully blest!

They fought the fight, the victory won,

And entered into rest.

4 Then let our sorrows cease to flow,--

God has recalled his own;

But let our hearts, in every woe,

Still say, "Thy will be done!"

I would not live alway; I ask not to stay

Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way;

The few cloudy mornings that dawn on us here

Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.

2 I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb!

Since Jesus has lain there, I dread not its gloom;

There sweet be my rest till he bid me arise,

To hail him in triumph descending the skies.

3 Who, who would live alway, away from his God,

Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode,

Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains,

And the noontide of glory eternally reigns;

4 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,

Their Savior and brethren transported to greet;

While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,

And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul?

"Thy will be | done!" || In devious way

The hurrying stream of | life may | run; ||

Yet still our grateful hearts shall say, |

"Thy will be | done."

2 "Thy will be | done!" || If o'er us shine

A gladdening and a | prosperous | sun, ||

This prayer will make it more divine-- |

"Thy will be | done!"

3 "Thy will be | done!" || Tho' shrouded o'er

Our | path with | gloom, | one comfort, one ||

Is ours:--to breathe, while we adore, |

"Thy will be | done."

My days are gliding swiftly by,

And I a pilgrim stranger,

Would not detain them as they fly,

Those hours of toil and danger.

CHO.--For, oh! we stand on Jordan's strand,

Our friends are passing over;

And, just before, the shining shore

We may almost discover.

2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear!

Our heav'nly home discerning;

Our absent Lord has left us word,--

"Let ev'ry lamp be burning."

3 Should coming days be cold and dark,

We need not cease our singing;

That perfect rest none can molest,

Where golden harps are ringing.

4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow,

Each cord on earth to sever;

Our King says,--"Come!" and there's our home,

Forever, oh! forever!

Wayfarers in the wilderness,

By morn, and noon, and even,

Day after day, we journey on,

With weary feet toward heaven.

CHO.--O land above! O land of love!

The glory shineth o'er thee;

O Christ, our King! in mercy bring

Us thither, we implore thee!

2 By day the cloud before us goes,

By night the cloud of fire,

To guide us o'er the trackless waste,

To Canaan ever nigher.

3 The sea was riven from our feet,

And so shall be the river;

And, by the King's highway brought home,

We'll praise his name forever:

One sweetly solemn thought

Comes to me o'er and o'er;

I'm nearer home to-day

Than e'er I've been before.

CHO.--I'm nearer my home, nearer my home,

Nearer my home to-day;

Yes, nearer my home in heav'n to-day,

Than ever I've been before.

2 Nearer my Father's house

Where the blest mansions be;

Nearer the great white throne,

Nearer the crystal sea;

3 Nearer the bound where we

Must lay our burdens down,

Nearer to leave the cross,

Nearer to gain the crown.

4 The waves of that deep sea

Roll dark before my sight,

But break, the other side,

Upon a shore of light.

5 Oh! if my mortal feet

Have almost gained the brink,

If I am nearer home

To-day than e'en I think,

6 Father! perfect my trust,

That I may rest, in death,

On Christ, my Lord, alone,

And thus resign my breath.

There is no flock, however watched and tended,

But one dead lamb is there!

There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,

But has one vacant chair!

The air is full of farewells to the dying,

And mournings for the dead;

The heart of Rachel for her children crying

Will not be comforted!

2 Let us be patient, these severe afflictions

Not from the ground arise,

But oftentimes celestial benedictions

Assume this dark disguise.

We see but dimly thro' the mists and vapors,

Amid these earthly damps,

What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers,

May be heav'ns distant lamps.

3 She is not dead, the child of our affection,

But gone unto that school

Where she no longer needs our poor protection,

And Christ himself doth rule.

In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion,

By guardian angels led,

Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution,

She lives whom we call dead.

4 And tho' at times, impetuous with emotion,

And anguish long suppressed,

The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean

That cannot be at rest:

We will be patient--and assuage the feeling

We cannot wholly stay,

By silence sanctifying, not concealing

The grief that must have way.