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When Youth Devote Their Early Days

Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 When youth devote their early days, To vain delights and sinful ways, Their prospects darken as they rise, And fill them with a dread surprise. 2 Diseases are the fruit of sin, The malady lies deep within; An evil course the mind impairs, And leaves them full of guilt and fears. 3 Sin strengthens with increasing days, And grows when nature’s self decays; Indulged, it makes their fetters strong, And leads the captive slaves along. 4 Beware, ye thoughtless, now beware, No more presume to persevere; Today with supplications come, Tomorrow death may call you home. 5 With earnestness for mercy cry And God will listen to your sigh; Now plead for pardon through His Son, And He’ll forgive what you have done. Used With Tune: ABENDS Text Sources: Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton & Briggs, 1818)

When Sins And Fears Prevailing Rise

Author: Anne Steele Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 162 hymnals Lyrics: 1 When sins and fears prevailing rise, And fainting hope almost expires; Jesus, to Thee I lift my eyes, To Thee I breathe my soul’s desires. 2 Art Thou not mine, my living Lord? And can my hope, my comfort die, Fixed on Thy everlasting word, That word which built the earth and sky. 3 If my immortal Savior lives, Then my immortal life is sure; His word a firm foundation gives, Here let me build, and rest secure. 4 Here let my faith unshaken dwell, Immovable the promise stands; Nor all the powers of earth or hell, Can e’er dissolve the sacred bands. 5 Here, O my soul, thy trust repose; If Jesus is for ever mine, Not death itself, that last of foes, Shall break a union so divine. Used With Tune: ABENDS Text Sources: Poems on Subjects Chiefly Devotional, 1760

Misaora an'Andriamanitra

Appears in 1 hymnal Used With Tune: ABENDS

O Christ! with each returning morn

Author: John Chandler Appears in 50 hymnals Used With Tune: ABENDS

The Truth Of God

Author: Thomas H. Stockton Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 11 hymnals First Line: Can truth divine fulfillment fail? Lyrics: 1 Can truth divine fulfillment fail? Sooner shall star-crowned nature die! Truth is the very breath of God— Part of His own eternity! 2 Earth’s every pulse may cease to flow, And every voice be heard no more The forest crumble on the mount— The sea corrupt upon the shore; 3 The moon’s supply of light expire, The sun itself grow dense with gloom, And fairer systems, sphered afar, Dissolving, own the common doom. 4 But long as stands Jehovah’s throne, Long as His being shall endure So long the truth His lips proclaim Remains inviolably sure. Used With Tune: ABENDS Text Sources: Stand Up for Jesus! A Christian Ballad (Philadelphia: T. H. Stockton 1858)

'Tis Gone, That Bright And Orbed Blaze

Author: John Keble Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 39 hymnals First Line: ’Tis gone, that bright and orbèd blaze Lyrics: 1 ’Tis gone, that bright and orbèd blaze, Fast fading from our wistful gaze; Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight The last faint pulse of quivering light. 2 In darkness and in weariness The traveler on his way must press, No gleam to watch on tree or tower, Whiling away the lonesome hour. 3 Sun of my soul! Thou Savior dear, It is not night if Thou be near: Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise To hide Thee from Thy servant’s eyes! 4 When round Thy wondrous works below My searching rapturous glance I throw, Tracing out wisdom, power and love, In earth or sky, in stream or grove, 5 Or by the light Thy words disclose Watch time’s full river as it flows, Scanning Thy gracious providence, Where not too deep for mortal sense. 6 When with dear friends sweet talk I hold, And all the flowers of life unfold; Let not my heart within me burn, Except in all I Thee discern. 7 When soft the dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Savior’s breast. 8 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live: Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. 9 Thou framer of the light and dark, Steer through the tempest Thine own ark: Amid the howling wintry sea We are in port if we have Thee. 10 The rulers of this Christian land, ’Twixt Thee and us ordained to stand— Guide Thou their course, O Lord, aright, Let all do all as in Thy sight. 11 Oh! by Thine own sad burthen, borne So meekly up the hill of scorn, Teach Thou Thy priests their daily cross To bear as Thine, nor count it loss! 12 If some poor wandering child of Thine Have spurned today the voice divine, Now, Lord, the gracious work begin; Let him no more lie down in sin. 13 Watch by the sick: enrich the poor With blessings from Thy boundless store: Be every mourner’s sleep tonight, Like infants’ slumbers, pure and light. 14 Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take; Till in the ocean of Thy love We lose ourselves, in Heaven above. Used With Tune: ABENDS Text Sources: The Christian Year 1827, alt.

Jesus, the Calm That Fills My Breast

Author: Frank Mason North, d. 1935 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 17 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Jesus, the calm that fills my breast, No other heart than Thine can give; This peace unstirred, this joy of rest, None but Thy loved ones can receive. 2 My weary soul has found a charm That turns to blessedness my woe; Within the shelter of Thine arm, I rest secure from storm and foe. 3 In desert wastes I feel no dread, Fearless I walk the trackless sea; I care not where my way is led, Since all my life is life with Thee. 4 O Christ, through changeful years my Guide, My Comforter in sorrow’s night, My Friend, when friendless,— still abide, My Lord, my Counselor, my Light. 5 My time, my powers, I give to Thee; My inmost soul ’tis Thine to move; I wait for Thy eternity, I wait, in peace, in praise, in love. Amen. Scripture: Isaiah 26:3 Used With Tune: ABENDS

O holy Lord, content to fill

Author: William Walsham How Appears in 46 hymnals Lyrics: 1 O holy Lord, content to fill In lowly home the lowliest place, Thy childhood’s law a mother’s will, Obedience meek Thy brightest grace; 2 Lead every child that bears Thy Name To walk in Thine own guileless way, To dread the touch of sin and shame, And humbly, like Thyself, obey. 3 Gather Thy lambs within Thine arm, And gently in Thy bosom bear; Keep them, O Lord, from hurt and harm, And bid them rest forever there. 4 So shall they, waiting here below, Like Thee, their Lord, a little span, In wisdom and in stature grow, And favor with both God and man. Amen. Topics: The Christian Life The Family Used With Tune: ABENDS

For Sion's Sake I Will Not Cease

Author: Charles Wesley Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: 1 For Sion’s sake I will not cease In agony of prayer to cry, No, never will I hold my peace, Till God proclaim salvation nigh: 2 Worthy in her great Savior’s worth ’Till Sion doth illustrious shine, And as a burning lamp goes forth The blaze of righteousness divine. 3 Thy righteousness the world shall see, The Gentiles on thy beauty gaze, And all the kings of earth agree In wondering at thy glorious grace. 4 Thy glorious grace what tongue can tell? The Lord shall a new name impart, Th’unutterable name reveal, And write it on His people’s heart. 5 Sion, for thee Thy God shall care, And claim thee as His just reward, Thee for His crown of glory wear, The royal diadem of thy Lord. 6 Outcast of God and man no more, No more forsaken and forlorn, Thy desolate estate is o’er, For God shall comfort all that mourn. 7 The widowed Church shall married be, And soon a numerous offspring bear: Thy every son shall comfort thee, And cherish with a husband’s care. 8 Thy duteous sons to thee shall cleave, The barren woman that keeps house, Nor ever more the bosom leave Of their dear mother and their spouse. 9 The Lord Himself thy husband is, He bought, and claims thee for His own; Thy God delights to call thee His, Flesh of His flesh, bone of His bone. 10 The joy that swells a bridegroom’s breast, When glorying o’er his long-sought bride, Shall swell Thy God, of thee possessed, Of thee, for whom He lived and died. 11 Prophets to thee thy Lord hath raised, O holy city of our God, Hath on thy walls His watchmen placed, And with a trumpet-voice endued. 12 They cry, and never hold their peace, His promise day and night they plead, Till God from all thy sins release, And make thee like thy glorious Head. 13 Call on Him now, ye watchmen, call, Cry, ye remembrancers divine, Give Him no rest, who died for all, Till in all His pure worship join: 14 Till God appear, the faithful God, And make Jerusalem a praise, And spread thro’ all the earth abroad, And ’stablish her with perfect grace. 15 The Lord by His right hand hath sworn, The arm of His almighty power, No more shalt thou to sin return, Thy en’my shall no more devour. 16 Satan, the world, and sin too long Have robbed the children of their bread, Poor laboring souls, they suffered wrong, Nor saw their legal toil succeed. 17 They sowed the ground, and did not reap, Planted, and not drink the wine: But I will comfort all that weep, And fill the poor with food divine. 18 No more shall strange desires consume Their holy, pure, and constant joy, The waster pride no more shall come, Their gifts and graces to destroy. 19 Surely the faithful see at last The labor of their hands shall eat, Shall praise the Lord, and more than taste The heavenly everlasting meat. 20 They all shall sit beneath the vine, In calm inviolable peace, And drink within My courts the wine, My courts of perfect holiness. 21 Go thro’ the gates (’tis God commands); Workers with God, the charge obey, Remove whate’er His work withstands, Prepare, prepare His people’s way. 22 Their even course let nothing stop, Cast up the way, the stones remove, The high and holy way cast up, The Gospel way of perfect love. 23 Lift up for all mankind to see The standard of their dying God, And point them to the shameful tree, The cross all stained with hallowed blood. 24 The Lord hath glorified His grace, Throughout the earth proclaimed His Son; Say ye to all the sinful race, He died for all your sins t’atone. 25 Sion, thy suffering God behold, Thy Savior and salvation, too: He comes, He comes, so long foretold, Clothed in a vest of bloody hue. 26 Himself prepares His people’s hearts, Breaks and binds up, and wounds and heals, A mystic death, and life imparts, Empties the full, the emptied fills. 27 He fills whom first He hath prepared, With Him the perfect grace is given, Himself is here their great reward, Their future and their present Heaven. 28 They now the holy people named, Their glorious title shall express, From all iniquity redeemed, Filled with the Lord their righteousness. 29 A chosen, saved, peculiar race, Sion, with all thy sons thou art, Elect thro’ sanctifying grace, Perfect in love, and pure in heart. 30 A people glorious all within, Now, only now, and not before, Born from above Thou canst not sin, And God can never leave thee more. Used With Tune: ABENDS Text Sources: Hymns and Sacred Poems, Vol. 1, 1749

It May Not Be Our Lot to Wield

Author: John G Whittier, 1807-1892 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 39 hymnals Lyrics: 1 It may not be our lot to wield The sickle in the ripened field; Nor ours to hear, on summer eves, The reaper's song among the sheaves. 2 Yet where our duty's task is wrought In unison with God's great thought, The near and future blend in one, And whatsoe'er is willed, is done. 3 And ours the grateful service whence Comes, day by day, the recompense; The hope, the trust, the purpose stayed, The fountain, and the noonday shade. 4 And were this life the utmost span, The only end and aim of man, Better the toil of fields like these Than waking dream and slothful ease. 5 But life, though falling like our grain, Like that revives and springs again; And, early called, how blest are they Who wait in heaven their harvest day! AMEN. Topics: The Call to Service Used With Tune: ABENDS