With joy we meditate the grace

Of our High Priest above;

His heart is made of tenderness,

His bowels melt with love.

2 Touched with a sympathy within,

He knows our feeble frame;

He knows what sore temptations mean,

For he has felt the same.

3 He, in the days of feeble flesh,

Poured out his cries and tears;

And, in his measure, feels afresh

What every member bears.

4 Then let our humble faith address

His mercy and his power;

We shall obtain delivering grace

In the distressing hour.

There's a glorious kingdom waiting in the land beyond the sky,

Where the saints have been gath'ring year by year,

And the days are swiftly passing that will bring the kingdom nigh,

For the coming of the kingdom draweth near.

CHO.--Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near;

Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near!

Be thou ready, O my soul, for the trumpet soon may roll,

And the King in his glory shall appear.

2 'Tis the hope of yonder kingdom, and the glory there prepared,

And the looking for the Savior to appear,

That delivers us from bondage to the world that once ensnared,

For the coming of the kingdom draweth near.

3 With the coming of the kingdom we shall see our blessed Lord,

For the King ere the kingdom must appear;

Hallelujah to his name, who redeemed us by his blood!

Oh, the coming of the kingdom draweth near.

4 Oh, the world is growing weary, it has waited now so long,

And the hearts of men are failing them for fear;

Let us tell them of the kingdom, let us cheer them with the song,

That the coming of the kingdom draweth near.

Come, thou long-expected Jesus!

Born to set thy people free!

From our fears and sins release us,

Let us find our rest in thee.

2 Israel's strength and consolation,

Hope of all the earth thou art;

Dear desire of ev'ry nation,

Joy of ev'ry longing heart.

3 Born, thy people to deliver;

Born a child, and yet a King;

Born to reign in us forever,

Now thy gracious kingdom bring.

4 By thine own eternal Spirit

Rule in all our hearts alone;

By thine all-sufficient merit

Raise us to thy glorious throne.

Our Lord is now rejected,

And by the world disowned,

By the many still neglected,

And by the few enthroned,

But soon he'll come in glory,

The hour is drawing nigh,

For the crowning day is coming by and by.

CHO.--Oh, the crowning day is coming,

Is coming by and by,

When our Lord shall come in "power,"

And "glory" from on high.

Oh, the glorious sight will gladden,

Each waiting, watchful eye,

In the crowning day that's coming by and by.

2 The heavens shall glow with splendor,

But brighter far than they

The saints shall shine in glory,

As Christ shall them array,

The beauty of the Savior,

Shall dazzle every eye,

In the crowning day that's coming by and by.

3 Our pain shall then be over,

We'll sin and sigh no more,

Behind us all of sorrow,

And nought but joy before,

A joy in our Redeemer,

As we to him are nigh,

In the crowning day that's coming by and by.

4 Let all that look for, hasten

The coming joyful day,

By earnest consecration,

To walk the narrow way.

By gathering in the lost ones,

For whom our Lord did die,

For the crowning day that's coming by and by.

Jesus! thy church, with longing eyes

For thine expected coming waits;

When will the promised light arise,

And glory beam from Zion's gates?

2 E'en now when tempests round us fall,

And wintry clouds o'ercast the sky,

Thy words with pleasure we recall,

And deem that our redemption's nigh.

3 Oh! come and reign o'er ev'ry land;

Let Satan from his throne be hurled,

All nations bow to thy command,

And grace revive a dying world.

4 Teach us, in watchfulness and prayer,

To wait for the appointed hour;

And fit us by thy grace to share,

The triumphs of thy conquering power.

Crown his head with endless blessing,

Who, in God the Father's name,

With compassions never ceasing,

Comes salvation to proclaim.

Hail, ye saints, who know his favor,

Who within his gates are found;

Hail, ye saints, th' exalted Savior,

Let his courts with praise resound.

2 Lo, Jehovah, we adore thee;

Thee our Savior! thee our God!

From his throne his beams of glory

Shine through all the world abroad.

Jesus, thee our Savior hailing

Thee our God in praise we own;

Highest honors, never failing,

Rise eternal round thy throne.

Hail! my ever blessed Jesus!

Only thee I wish to sing.

To my soul, thy name is precious,

Thou, my Prophet, Priest, and King.

2 Oh! what mercy flows from heaven!

Oh! what joy and happiness!

Love I much? I've much forgiven;

I'm a miracle of grace.

3 Once with Adam's race in ruin,

Unconcerned in sin I lay;

Swift destruction still pursuing,

Till my Savior passed that way

4 Witness, all ye host of heaven!

My Redeemer's tenderness;

Love I much? I've much forgiven;

I'm a miracle of grace.

5 Shout, ye bright angelic choir!

Praise the Lamb enthroned above;

Whilst, astonished, I admire

God's free grace, and boundless love.

6 That blest moment I received him,

Filled my soul with joy and peace:

Love I much? I've much forgiven;

I'm a miracle of grace.

Come, Holy Ghost! in love,

Shed on us, from above,

Thine own bright ray:

Divinely good thou art;

Thy sacred gifts impart,

To gladden each sad heart;

Oh! come to-day!

2 Come, tenderest Friend, and best,

Our most delightful Guest!

With soothing power;

Rest, which the weary know;

Shade, 'mid the noontide glow;

Peace, when deep griefs o'erflow;

Cheer us, this hour!

3 Come, Light serene, and still

Our inmost bosoms fill;

Dwell in each breast:

We know no dawn but thine;

Send forth thy beams divine,

On our dark souls to shine,

And make us blest.

4 Exalt our low desires;

Extinguish passion's fires;

Heal every wound;

Our stubborn spirits bend;

Our icy coldness end;

Our devious steps attend,

While heavenward bound.

Thou! whose almighty word

Chaos and darkness heard,

And took their flight,

Hear us, we humbly pray,

And, where the gospel's day

Sheds not its glorious ray,

"Let there be light!"

2 Thou! who didst come to bring,

On thy redeeming wing,

Healing and sight,

Health to the sick in mind,

Sight to the inly blind;--

Oh! now to all mankind,

"Let there be light!"

3 Spirit of truth and love,

Life-giving holy Dove!

Speed forth thy flight:

Move o'er the water's face,

Bearing the lamp of grace,

And, in earth's darkest place,

"Let there be light!"

Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove!

With all thy quickening powers,--

Kindle a flame of sacred love,

In these cold hearts of ours.

2 Look--how we grovel here below,

Fond of these trifling toys!

Our souls, how heavily they go,

To reach eternal joys.

3 In vain we tune our formal songs,

In vain we strive to rise;

Hosannas languish on our tongues,

And our devotion dies.

4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever live,

At this poor dying rate?

Our love so faint, so cold to thee,

And thine to us so great?

5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove

With all thy quickening powers;

Come, shed abroad a Savior's love,

And that shall kindle ours.

Great Spirit! by whose mighty power

All creatures live and move,

On us thy benediction shower;

Inspire our souls with love.

2 Hail, Source of light! arise and shine;

Darkness and doubt dispel;

Give peace and joy, for we are thine;

In us forever dwell.

3 From death to life our spirits raise;

Complete redemption bring;

New tongues impart to speak the praise

Of Christ, our God and King.

4 Thine inward witness bear, unknown

To all the world beside;

Exalting, then, we feel, and own

Our Jesus glorified.

Spirit Divine! attend our prayers,

And make this house thy home;

Descend with all thy gracious powers,

Oh, come, great Spirit! come.

2 Come as the light; to us reveal

Our emptiness and woe;

And lead us in those paths of life

Where all the righteous go.

3 Come as the fire; and purge our hearts,

Like sacrificial flame;

Let our whole soul an offering be

To our Redeemer's name.

4 Come as the dove; and spread thy wings,

The wings of peaceful love;

And let thy church on earth become

Blessed as the church above.

5 Come as the wind; with rushing sound

And pentecostal grace;

That all, of woman born, may see

The glory of thy face.

Why should the children of a King

Go mourning all their days?

Great Comforter, descend, and bring

Some tokens of thy grace.

2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints,

And seal the heirs of heaven?

When wilt thou banish my complaints,

And show my sins forgiven?

3 Assure my conscience of her part

In the Redeemer's blood;

And bear thy witness with my heart,

That I am born of God.

4 Thou art the earnest of his love,

The pledge of joys to come;

And thy soft wings, celestial Dove,

Will safe convey me home.

Eternal Spirit! by whose power

Are burst the bands of death,

On our cold hearts thy blessings shower,

And stir them with thy breath.

2 'Tis thine to point the heavenly way,

Each rising fear control,

And, with a warm, enlivening ray,

To melt the icy soul.

3 'Tis thine to cheer us when distressed,

To raise us when we fall;

To calm the doubting, troubled breast,

And aid when sinners call.

4 'Tis thine to bring God's sacred word,

And write it on our heart;

There its reviving truths record,

And there its peace impart.

5 Almighty Spirit! visit thus

Our hearts, and guide our ways;

Pour down thy quickening grace on us,

And tune our lips to praise.

Holy Spirit, faithful Guide,

Ever near the Christian's side;

Gently lead us by the hand,

Pilgrims in a desert land;

Weary souls fore'er rejoice,

While they hear that sweetest voice

Whisper softly, wanderer come!

Follow me, I'll guide thee home.

2 Ever present, truest Friend,

Ever near thine aid to lend,

Leave us not to doubt and fear,

Groping on in darkness drear,

When the storms are raging sore,

Hearts grow faint, and hopes give o'er

Whisper softly, wanderer come!

Follow me, I'll guide thee home.

3 When our days of toil shall cease,

Waiting still for sweet release,

Nothing left but heaven and prayer,

Wondering if our names were there;

Wading deep the dismal flood,

Pleading nought but Jesus' blood,

Whisper softly, wanderer come!

Follow me, I'll guide thee home.

Gracious Spirit, love divine,

Let thy light within me shine;

All my guilty fears remove,

Fill me full of heaven and love.

2 Speak thy pardoning grace to me,

Set the burdened sinner free;

Lead me to the Lamb of God,

Wash me in his precious blood.

3 Life and peace to me impart!

Seal salvation on my heart;

Breathe thyself into my breast,

Earnest of immortal rest.

4 Let me never from thee stray,

Keep me in the narrow way;

Fill my soul with joy divine,

Keep me, Lord, forever thine.

Spirit of pow'r, and truth, and love,

Who sitt'st enthroned in light above!

Descend, and bear us on thy wings,

Far from these low and fleeting things.

2 'Tis thine the wounded soul to heal,

'Tis thine to make the hardened feel;

Thine to give light to blinded eyes,

And bid the groveling spirit rise.

3 When faith is weak, and courage fails,

When grief or doubt our soul assails,

Who can, like thee, our spirits cheer?

Great Comforter! be ever near.

4 Come, Holy Spirit! like the fire;

With burning zeal our souls inspire;

Come, like the south-wind, breathing balm,

Our joys refresh, our passions calm.

5 Come, like the sun's enlightening beam;

Come like the cooling, cleansing stream;

With all thy graces present be:--

Spirit of God! we wait for thee.

Come, Holy Spirit, come;

Let thy bright beams arise,

Dispel the sorrow from our minds,

The darkness from our eyes.

2 Revive our drooping faith,

Our doubts and fears remove,

And kindle in our breasts the flame

Of never dying love.

3 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart,

To sanctify the soul,

To pour fresh life in ev'ry part,

And new create the whole.

4 Dwell, Spirit, in our hearts;

Our minds from bondage free.

Then shall we know, and praise, and love,

The Father, Son, and thee.

Hover o'er me, Holy Spirit;

Bathe my trembling heart and brow;

Fill me with thy hallowed presence,

Come, oh, come and fill me now.

CHO.--Fill me now, fill me now;

Jesus, come, and fill me now;

Fill me with thy hallowed presence,

Come, oh, come, and fill me now.

2 Thou canst fill me, gracious Spirit,

Tho' I cannot tell thee how;

But I need thee, greatly need thee,

Come, oh, come, and fill me now.

3 I am weakness, full of weakness;

At thy sacred feet I bow;

Blest, divine, eternal Spirit,

Fill with power, and fill me now.

4 Cleanse and comfort, bless and save me;

Bathe, oh, bathe my heart and brow;

Thou art comforting and saving,

Thou art sweetly filling now.

Holy Spirit, Fount of blessing,

Ever watchful, ever kind,

Thy celestial aid possessing,

Prisoned souls deliverance find.

2 Seal of truth, and Bond of union,

Source of light, and Flame of love,

Symbol of divine communion,

In the olive-bearing dove.

3 Heavenly Guide from paths of error,

Comforter of minds distressed,

When the billows fill with terror;

Pointing to an ark of rest.

4 Promised Pledge, eternal Spirit,

Greater than all gifts below,

May our hearts thy grace inherit;

May our lips thy glories show!

Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness;

Pierce the clouds of nature's night;

Come, thou Source of joy and gladness,

Breathe thy life, and spread thy light.

2 From the height which knows no measure,

As a gracious shower descend,

Bringing down the richest treasure

Man can wish, or God can send.

3 Author of the new creation,

Come with unction and with power;

Make our hearts thy habitation;

On our souls thy graces shower.

4 Hear, O hear our supplication,

Blessed Spirit, God of peace!

Rest upon this congregation,

With the fullness of thy grace.

Ah! how shall fallen man

Be just before his God?

If he contend in righteousness,

We fall beneath his rod.

2 If he our ways should mark

With strict inquiring eyes,

Could we for one of thousand faults

A just excuse devise?

3 All-seeing, powerful God,

Who can with thee contend?

Or who that tries the unequal strife,

Shall prosper in the end?

4 Ah! how shall guilty man

Contend with such a God?

None, none can meet him and escape,

But through the Savior's blood.

Astonished and distressed,

I turn mine eyes within;

My heart with loads of guilt oppressed,

The source of every sin.

2 What crowds of evil thoughts,

What vile affections there!

Envy and pride, deceit and guile,

Distrust and slavish fear.

3 Almighty King of saints!

These tyrant lusts subdue;

Drive the old serpent from his seat,

And all my powers renew.

4 This done,--my cheerful voice

Shall loud hosannas raise;

My heart shall glow with gratitude,

My lips be filled with praise.

How heavy is the night

That hangs upon our eyes,

Till Christ with his reviving light

Over our souls arise.

2 Our guilty spirits dread

To meet the wrath of heaven;

But, in his righteousness arrayed,

We see our sins forgiven.

3 The powers of hell agree

To hold our souls in vain;

He sets the sons of bondage free,

And breaks the cursed chain.

4 Lord, we adore thy ways

To bring us near to God,

Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace,

And thine atoning blood.

How helpless guilty nature lies,

Unconscious of its load!

The heart, unchanged, can never rise

To happiness and God.

2 Can aught, beneath a power divine,

The stubborn will subdue?

'Tis thine, almighty Spirit! thine,

To form the heart anew.

3 'Tis thine, the passions to recall,

And upward bid them rise;

To make the scales of error fall,

From reason's darkened eyes.

4 Oh! change these wretched hearts of ours,

And give them life divine;

Then shall our passions and our powers,

Almighty Lord! be thine.

How sad our state by nature is!

Our sin--how deep it stains!

And Satan binds our captive minds,

Fast in his slavish chains.

2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace

Sounds from the sacred word;--

"Ho! ye despairing sinners! come

And trust a faithful Lord."

3 My soul obeys the gracious call

And runs to this relief;

I would believe thy promise, Lord!

Oh! help my unbelief.

4 To the blest fountain of thy blood,

Incarnate God! I fly;

Here let me wash my spotted soul,

From crimes of deepest dye.

5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,

On thy kind arms I fall;

Be thou my strength and righteousness

My Jesus, and my all.

Sinners, this solemn truth regard,

Hear, all ye sons of men;

For Christ, the Savior, hath declared,

"Ye must be born again."

2 Whate'er might be your birth or blood,

The sinner's boast is vain;

Thus saith the glorious Son of God,

"Ye must be born again."

3 That which is born of flesh is flesh,

And flesh it will remain:

Then marvel not that Jesus saith,

"Ye must be born again."

4 Spirit of life, thy grace impart,

And breathe on sinners slain:

Bear witness, Lord, in ev'ry heart,

That we are born again.

Buried in shadows of the night

We lie, till Christ restores the light;

Till he descends to heal the blind,

And chase the darkness of the mind.

2 Our guilty souls are drowned in tears,

Till his atoning blood appears;

Then we awake from deep distress,

And sing the Lord our righteousness.

3 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns,

And binds his slaves in heavy chains;

He sets the prisoners free, and breaks

The iron bondage from our necks.

4 Poor, helpless worms in thee possess

Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness

Thou art our mighty all, and we

Give our whole selves, O Lord, to thee.

Vain are the hopes, the sons of men

On their own works have built;

Their hearts by nature all unclean,

And all their actions, guilt.

2 Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouths,

Without a murm'ring word;

And the whole race of Adam stand

Guilty before the Lord.

3 In vain we ask God's righteous law

To justify us now,

Since to convince, and to condemn,

Is all the law can do.

4 Jesus! how glorious is thy grace!

When in thy name we trust,

Our faith receives a righteousness,

That makes the sinner just.

There is a fountain filled with blood,

Drawn from Immanuel's veins,

And sinners plunged beneath that flood,

Lose all their guilty stains.

CHO.--Oh, glorious fountain!

Here will I stay,

And in thee ever

Wash my sins away.

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see,

That fountain in his day,

And there may I, though vile as he,

Wash all my sins away.

3 Thou dying Lamb, thy precious blood,

Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransomed church of God,

Are saved to sin no more.

4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream

Thy flowing wounds supply,

Redeeming love has been my theme,

And shall be till I die.

5 And when this feeble, faltering tongue

Lies silent in the grave,

Then in a nobler, sweeter song,

I'll sing thy power to save.

When wounded sore, the stricken soul

Lies bleeding and unbound:

One hand alone, a pierced hand,

Can heal the sinner's wound.

2 When sorrow swells the laden breast,

And tears of anguish flow,

One heart alone, a broken heart,

Can feel the sinner's woe.

3 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white,

His hand, that brings relief;

His heart, that's touched with all our joys,

And feeleth for our grief.

4 Lift up thy bleeding hand, O Lord!

Unseal that cleansing tide;

We have no shelter from our sin,

But in thy wounded side.

Salvation! oh, the joyful sound!

What pleasure to our ears;

A sovereign balm for every wound,

A cordial for our fears.

2 Salvation! let the echo fly

The spacious earth around,

While all the armies of the sky

Conspire to raise the sound.

3 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb!

To Thee the praise belongs:

Salvation shall inspire our hearts,

And dwell upon our tongues.

How, vast, how full, how free,

The mercy of our God!

Proclaim the blessed news around,

And spread it all abroad.

CHO.--I'm glad salvation's free!

I'm glad salvation's free!

Salvation's free for you and me,

I'm glad salvation's free!

2 How vast! "whoever will"

May drink at mercy's stream,

And know that faith in Jesus brings

Salvation now to him.

3 How full! it doth remove

The stain of every sin;

And makes the soul as white and pure,

As though no sin had been.

4 Poor trembling sinner, come!

God waits to comfort thee,

Come, cast thyself upon his love,

So vast, so full, so free.

Not all the blood of beasts,

On Jewish altars slain,

Could give the guilty conscience peace,

Or wash away the stain.

2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,

Takes all our sins away;

A sacrifice of nobler name,

And richer blood than they.

3 My faith would lay her hand

On that dear head of Thine,

While like a penitent I stand,

And there confess my sin.

4 My soul looks back to see

The burden thou didst bear;

While hanging on the cursed tree,

And knows her guilt was there.

We have heard the joyful sound,

Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

Spread the tidings all around,

Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

Bear the news to ev'ry land,

Climb the steeps and cross the waves;

Onward! 'tis our Lord's command;

Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

2 Waft it on the rolling tide,

Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

Tell to sinners far and wide,

Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

Sing, ye islands of the sea,

Echo back, ye ocean caves;

Earth shall keep her jubilee;

Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

3 Sing above the battle strife,

Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

By his death and endless life,

Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

Sing it softly thro' the gloom,

When the heart for mercy craves;

Sing in triumph o'er the tomb,

Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

4 Give the winds a mighty voice,

Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

Let the nations now rejoice,

Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

Shout salvation full and free,

Highest hills and deepest caves;

This our song of victory,

Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

Like Noah's weary dove

That soared the earth around,

But not a resting place above

The cheerless waters found,

2 Oh, cease, my wandering soul,

On restless wing to roam;

All the wide world, to either pole,

Has not for thee a home.

3 Behold the ark of God,

Behold the open door;

Hasten to gain that dear abode,

And rove, my soul, no more.

4 There safe thou shalt abide,

There sweet shall be thy rest,

And every longing satisfied,

With full salvation blessed.

Sinners Jesus will receive;

Sound this word of grace to all

Who the heavenly pathway leave,

All who linger, all who fall.

REF.--Sing it o'er and o'er again;

Christ receiveth sinful men,

Make the message clear and plain:

Christ receiveth sinful men.

2 Come, and he will give you rest;

Trust him for his word is plain;

He will take the sinfulest;

Christ receiveth sinful men.

3 Now my heart condemns me not,

Pure before the law I stand;

He who cleansed me from all spot,

Satisfied its last demand.

4 Christ receiveth sinful men,

Even me with all my sin;

Purged from every spot and stain,

Heaven with him I'll enter in.

Depth of mercy! can there be

Mercy still reserved for me?

Can my God his wrath forbear?

Me, the chief of sinners, spare?

CHO.--God is love; I know, I feel;

Jesus weeps and loves me still;

Jesus weeps and loves me still.

2 I have long withstood his grace,

Long provoked him to his face;

Would not hearken to his calls;

Grieved him by a thousand falls.

3 There for me the Savior stands;

Shows his wounds and spreads his hands;

God is love; I know, I feel;

Jesus weeps, and loves me still.

4 Now incline me to repent;

Let me now my fall lament;

Now my foul revolt deplore;

Weep, believe, and sin no more.

Blow ye the trumpet, blow!

The gladly solemn sound,

Let all the nations know,

To earth's remotest bound,

The year of jubilee is come,

Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

2 Jesus, our great High Priest,

Hath full atonement made:

Ye weary spirits! rest,

Ye mournful souls! be glad;

The year of jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.

3 Extol the Lamb of God,--

The all-atoning Lamb;

Redemption in his blood,

Throughout the world, proclaim;

The year of jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.

4 Ye, who have sold for naught

Your heritage above!

Shall have it back unbought,

The gift of Jesus' love;

The year of jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.

Arise, my soul, arise,

Shake off thy guilty fears;

The bleeding sacrifice

In my behalf appears;

Before the throne my Surety stands,

My name is written on his hands.

2 He ever lives above,

For me to intercede;

His all-redeeming love,

His precious blood to plead;

His blood atoned for all our race,

And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

3 Five bleeding wounds he bears,

Received on Calvary;

They pour effectual prayers,

They strongly speak for me;

Forgive him, O forgive, they cry,

Nor let that ransomed sinner die.

4 The Father hears him pray,

His dear Anointed One;

He cannot turn away

The presence of his Son;

His Spirit answers to the blood,

And tells me I am born of God.

5 My God is reconciled,

His pard'ning voice I hear,

He owns me for his child,

I can no longer fear;

With confidence I now draw nigh,

And Father, Abba, Father, cry.