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Brethren farewell, I do you tell

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #XIX (1801) Lyrics: 1 Brethren farewell, I do you tell That you and I must part: I go away, and here you stay; But still we join in heart. 2 Your love to me, has run most free, Your conversation sweet, How con I bear to journey, where With you I cannot meet? 3 Yet I do find my heart inclin'd To do my work below. When Christ doth call, I trust I shall Be ready for to go. 4 I leave you all, both great and small In Christ's encircling arms, Who can you save, from death and grave And shield you from all harms. 5 I trust you'll pray, both night and day (And keep your garments white) For you and me— that we may be The children of the light. 6 If you die first, amen you must, The will of God be done; I hope the Lord will you reward With an immortal crown. 7 If I'm call'd home, while I am gone, Indulge no tears for me; I hope to sing and praise my king Through all eternity. 8 Millions of years over the spheres, Shall pass in sweet repose, While beauties bright unto my sight, Their sacred sweets disclose. 9 I long to go— then fare ye well, My soul will be at rest No more shall I complain, or sigh, But taste the heav'nly feast. 10 O may we meet, and be complete, And long together dwell; And serve the Lord with one accord, So brethren all farewell. Languages: English

O Jesus, my Saviour, to thee I submit

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #II (1801) Lyrics: 1 O Jesus, my Saviour, to thee I submit, With love and thanksgiving fall down at thy feet! In sacrifice offer, my soul, flesh and blood; Thou art my Redeemer, my Lord and my God. 2 I love thee, I love thee, I love thee my Love! I love thee my Saviour, I love thee my Dove! I love thee, I love thee, and that thou dost know, But how much I love thee, I never shall show. 3 All human expressions are empty and vain, They cannot unriddle the heavenly flame! I'm sure if the tongue of an angel I had, I could not the myst'ry completely describe. 4 I’m happy, I’m happy, O wond'rous account! My days are immortal, I stand on the mount! I gaze on my treasure, and long to be there, With Angels my kindred, and Jesus my dear. 5 O Jesus, my Saviour, in thee I am blest: My life and my treasure, my joy and my rest. Thy grace be my theme, and thy name be my song, Thy love doth inspire my heart and my tongue! 6 Thy fullness reveal, thy promise fulfil, O take and direct me to the heavenly hill; There wrapt in thy love, to be lost in thy charms, With Angels transported, and freed from all harms. 7 O who is like Jesus? he’s Salem’s bright king! He smiles and he loves me, he learns me to sing, I’ll praise him, I’ll praise him, with notes loud and shrill, While rivers of pleasure, my spirit doth fill. Languages: English

Earth has detain'd me pris'ner long

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #XX (1801) Lyrics: 1 Earth has detain'd me pris'ner long; But I’m grown weary now: My heart, my hands, my ears my tongue, There’s nothing here for you. 2 Tired myself I lay me down, And upward cast my eyes, Upward, my Father, to thy throne, And to my native skies. 3 There the dear Lord, my Saviour sits; O see how bright he shines! And scatters infinite delights On all the happy minds. 4 Seraphs with elevated strains Circle the throne around; And charm, and move the starry plains With an immortal sound. 5 Jesus the Lord their harps employs, "Jesus my love they sing," "Jesus" the God of both our joys, Sounds sweet from every string. 6 Now would I rise to join the song, And be an angel too; My heart my hands, my ears, my tongue There's joyful work for you. 7 I would begin the music here, And so my soul shall rise; O! for some heav'nly note to bear My spirit to the skies! Languages: English

Think wordling, think! alas! how vain

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #XXI (1801) Lyrics: 1 Think worldling, think! alas! how vain Couldst thou this spacious earth obtain, And grasp it all from pole to pole, Yet lose thine own immortal soul. 2 What will thy mighty wealth avail When sickness shall thy health assail? Or when the pow'rful hand of death Shall seize upon thy mortal breath? 3 Think on the man who vainly said, "Take ease my soul, for there is laid "Sufficient store for many years, "To banish all your crowding fears." 4 But Oh! how soon his bliss expir'd! "Thou fool" said God "Thy soul's requir'd, "And all those heaps thou countest thine, "Thou shalt this very night resign." 5 O worldling here a warning take, Your gilded pleasures now forsake; Improve your time and talent given, And lay your treasure up in Heaven. 6 Will all your vast possessions buy, A mansion for your soul on high, When you're confin'd of God to dwell For ever in the lake of Hell? 7 Can wealth assuage the troubled mind, Or make the furious Devils kind? Can all the wealth from pole to pole Redeem one lost, immortal soul? 8 No worldling no; whoe'er thou art, If here on earth thou hast thy heart, However large thy share may be Eternal wants remain for thee. Languages: English

The trumpet of God is sounding abroad

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #XXII (1801) Lyrics: 1 The trumpet of God is sounding abroad; The language of mercy, salvation thro' blood, 2 Thrice happy are they who hear and obey, And share in the blessing of this gospel-day. 3 Their anguish and smart, and sorrow depart, Who find this salvation inscrib'd on their heart. 4 True pleasures abound in the rapturous sound, And they that have found it have Paradise found. 5 Our Jesus to know, and feel his blood blow 'Tis life everlasting, 'tis heaven below! 6 This blessing be mine thro' favor divine; But, O my Redeemer! the glory be thine. Languages: English

Lord! when together here we meet

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #XXIII (1801) Lyrics: 1 Lord! when together here we meet, And taste thy heav'nly grace, Thy smiles are so divinely sweet, We're loth to leave the place. 2 Yet Father, since it is thy will That we must part again, O let thy special presence still With every one remain. 3 Thus let us all in Christ be one, Bound with the cords of love, Till we, around thy glorious throne, Shall joyfully meet above. 4 There sin and sorrow from each heart, Shall then forever fly, And not one thought that we should part, Once intercept our joy. 5 There void of all distracting pains, Our spirits ne'er shall tire; But in seraphic, heav'nly strains, Redeeming love admire. 6 And thus, through all eternity, Upon the heav'nly shore, The great, mysterious, One in Three, Jehovah we'll adore. Languages: English

O blessed estate of the dead

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #XXIV (1801) Lyrics: 1 O blessed estate of the dead— The dead that have died in the Lord! From trouble and misery freed, And sure of their endless reward: By sorrow no longer oppress'd When join'd to the spirits above! With Jesus in glory they rest, They rest in the arms of his love. 2 O! when will the Saviour extend The arms of his mercy to me? The days of my pilgrimage end, My soul from its prison set free. When will the dear moment arrive Which often I've pin'd for in vain? And still I would die to revive, And suffer with Jesus to reign. 3 Ah! give me to bow my faint head, My sorrowful soul to resign, From pain everlastingly freed, To rest in thy bosom divine. My Saviour why dost thou delay, To call a poor wanderer home? Come quickly, and bear me away The bride and the spirit say "come." Languages: English

Come, Christian friends, and hear me tell

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #XXV (1801) Lyrics: 1 Come, Christian friends, and hear me tell The wonders of Immanuel, He is the light of satins below, Their strength and comfort from him flow. 2 Tho' all the world should spread its wings, And tempt them with ten thousand things, They can't forget that heav'nly love Which brought a Savior from above. 3 For us he bow'd his awful head, Down to the regions of the dead, To take away our weighty guilt, The Saviour's sacred blood was spilt. 4 Now hear his call, now hear him plead, For us he lives to intercede; He's left the tomb, ascended high Above the curtains of the sky. 5 How charming is that heav'nly call, The gospel sounding free to all. Come sinners hear— and see, and taste The joys which cannot be express'd. Languages: English

When I can read my title clear

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #XXVI (1801) Lyrics: 1 When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage, And hellish darts be hurl'd, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3 Let cares, like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heav'n, my all: 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul, In seas of heav'nly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast. Languages: English

There is a land of pure delight

Hymnal: CHSS1801 #XXVII (1801) Lyrics: 1 There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign, Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting Spring abides, And never-with'ring flow'rs: Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heav'nly land from ours. 3 [Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dress'd in living green; So to the Jews, old Canaan stood, While Jordan roll'd between. 4 But tim'rous mortals start and shrink, To cross this narrow sea, And linger, shiv'ring on the brink, And fear to launch away.] 5 Oh! could we make our doubts remove Those gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love, With unbeclouded eyes! 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore. Languages: English