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Oh, shut not out sweet pity's ray

Author: Miss Edgarton Hymnal: VoP1873 #1004 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Oh, shut not out sweet pity's ray From souls now clouded o'er by sin; Touch their deep springs, and let the day Of Christian love flow freely in. 2 Send them kind missions, though their feet No more again the world may tread; Some pulse of better life may beat In hearts that seem unmoved and dead. 3 'Tis just that they should bear the pain Of keen remorse and guilty shame; But scorn may drive to crime again-- 'Tis only love that can reclaim. Topics: The Prisoner; In the Cell

We come to thee, O God, With hushed and solemn strain

Author: Miss Fletcher Hymnal: VoP1873 #1005 (1873) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 We come to thee, O God, With hushed and solemn strain; We come to plead for those who lie Bound with the prisoner's chain. 2 Oh, give them contrite hearts To feel their fearful sin, And give to us a patient faith Those erring ones to win. 3 Give us to love thy law, The paths of vice to shun, But never harshly dare to spurn The suffering, sinful one. Topics: The Prisoner; The Criminal

Father! we pray for those who dwell

Author: Miss Fletcher Hymnal: VoP1873 #1006 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Father! we pray for those who dwell Within the prison's gloomy cell! For those whose souls are bending low Beneath the weight of guilt and woe. 2 Thy love hath kept our thorny way, And saved us from sin's iron sway; Our brethren in a weaker hour Have yielded to temptation's power. 3 Teach us, with humble hearts, to feel How darkly on our brows the seal Of guilt might now perchance be set, Had we the same temptation met. 4 Then while the error we would shun, We ssill would aid the erring one To turn from sin's unpitying sway To virtue's fair and pleasant way. Topics: The Prisoner; For the Prisoner

Prisoner of sin, and Satan, too

Author: Anon. Hymnal: VoP1873 #1007 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Prisoners of sin, and Satan, too, The Saviour calls, he calls for you; Ye who have sold yourselves for naught, Jesus your liberty hath bought. 2 He came to set the captive free, He came to publish liberty; To bind the broken-hearted up, And give despairing pris'ners hope. 3 Prisoners of hope, why will you die? Why from the only refuge fly? Jesus, our hiding-place and tower, Invites the guilty and the poor. Topics: The Prisoner; Prisoners of Sin

A home in heaven! what a joyful thought

Author: Wm. Hunter Hymnal: VoP1873 #1008 (1873) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 A home in heaven! what a joyful thought, As the poor man toils in his weary lot! His heart oppressed, and with anguish driven From his home below to his home in heaven. 2 A home in heaven! as the sufferer lies On his bed of pain, and uplifts his eyes To that bright home, what a joy is given With the blessed thought of his home in heaven. 3 A home in heaven! when our pleasures fade, And our wealth and our fame in the dust are laid, And strength decays, and our health is riven, We are happy still with our home in heaven. 4 A home in heaven! when the faint heart bleeds By the Spirit's strokes for its evil deeds, Oh, then what bliss in that heart forgiven Does the hope inspire of a home in heaven. 5 A home in heaven! when our friends are fled To the cheerless gloom of the mouldering dead, We wait in hope of the promise given: We will meet up there in our home in heaven. 6 A home in heaven! when the wheel is broke, And the golden bowl by the terror stroke; When life's bright sun sinks in death's dark even, We will then fly up to our home in heaven. 7 Our home in heaven! oh, the glorious home, And the Spirit, joined with the Bride, says come: Come, seek his face, and your sins forgiven, And rejoice in the hope of your home in heaven. Topics: Spiritual Songs; A Home in Heaven

For, oh, we stand on Jordan's strand

Author: Nelson Hymnal: VoP1873 #1009 (1873) First Line: My days are gliding swiftly by Lyrics: 1 My days are gliding swiftly by, And I, a pilgrim stranger, Would not detain them as they fly, Those hours of toil and danger. Chorus: 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 heavenly home discerning; Our absent Lord has left us word, Let every lamp be burning. 3 Should coming days be cold and dark, We need not cease our singing: That perfect rest naught can molest Where golden harps are ringing. 4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow, Each chord on earth to sever; Our King says, Come, and there's a home, For ever, oh, for ever. Topics: Spiritual Songs; The Shining Shore Scripture: Psalm 65:8

There is a holy city

Author: Anon. Hymnal: VoP1873 #1010 (1873) Lyrics: 1 There is a holy city, A happy world above, Beyond the starry regions, Built by the God of love; An everlasting temple, And saints arrayed in white, There serve their great Redeemer, And dwell with him in light. 2 The meanest child of glory Outshines the radiant sun: But who can speak the splendor Of that eternal throne, Where Jesus sits exalted In godlike majesty? The elders fall before him, The angels bend the knee. 3 Is this the Man of sorrows, Who stood at Pilate's bar Condemned by haughty Herod, And by his men of war? He seems a mighty conqueror, Who spoiled the powers below, And ransomed many captives From everlasting woe! 4 The hosts of saints around him Proclaim his work of grace; The patriarchs and prophets, And all the godly race, Who speak of fiery trials And tortures on their way-- They came from tribulation To everlasting day. 5 And what shall be my journey, How long I'll stay below, Or what shall be my trials, Are not for me to know; In every day of trouble, I'll raise my thoughts on high; I'll think of the bright temple, And crowns above the sky. Topics: Spiritual Songs; The Holy City

Lift your glad voices in triumph on high

Author: Ware Hymnal: VoP1873 #1011 (1873) Lyrics: 1 Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man can not die; Vain were the terrors that gathered around him, And short the dominion of death and the grave. He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound him, Resplendent in glory to live and to save. Loud was the chorus of angels on high-- The Saviour hath risen, and man shall not die. 2 Glory to God, in full anthems of joy: The being he gave us, death can not destroy. Sad were the life we must part with to-morrow, If tears were our birthright, and death were our end; But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow, And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend. Lift, then, your voices in triumph on high, Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die. Topics: Spiritual Songs; The Saviour is Risen

Hallelujah to the Lamb, who hath purchased our pardon

Author: Thornby Hymnal: VoP1873 #1012 (1873) Meter: 12.12.12.12 First Line: The voice of free grace cries,--Escape to the mountain! Lyrics: 1 The voice of free grace cries,--Escape to the mountain! For Adam's lost race Christ hath opened a fountain; For sin and uncleanness, and every transgression, His blood flows most freely in streams of salvation. Chorus: Hallelujah to the Lamb, who hath purchased our pardon; We'll praise him again when we pass over Jordan. 2 Ye souls that are wounded! oh, flee to the Saviour; He calls you in mercy,--'tis infinite favor; Your sins are increasing,--escape to the mountain; His blood can remove them, it flows from the fountain. Hallelujah to the Lamb, &c. [Chorus] 3 O Jesus, ride onward, triumphantly glorious, O'er sin, death, and hell thou art more than victorious; Thy name is the theme of the great congregation, While angels and men raise the shout of salvation. Hallelujah to the Lamb, &c. 4 With joy shall we stand, when escaped to the shore; With harps in our hands, we will praise him the more; We'll range the sweet plains on the bank of the river, And sing of salvation for ever and ever! Hallelujah to the Lamb, &c. Topics: Spiritual Songs; Passing over Jordan Scripture: Genesis 19:17

Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move

Author: Wm. Hunter Hymnal: VoP1873 #1013 (1873) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1 Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move, Bound to the land of bright spirits above; Angelic choristers, sing as I come, Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home! Soon, with my pilgrimage ended below, Home to the land of delight will I go; Pilgrim and stranger no more shall I roam; Joyfully, joyfully resting at home. 2 Friends, fondly cherished, have passed on before; Waiting, they watch me approaching the shore; Singing, to cheer me through death's chilling gloom, Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home. Sounds of sweet melody fall on my ear; Harps of the blessed, your voices I hear! Rings with the harmony heaven's high dome; Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home. 3 Death, with thy weapons of war, lay me low; Strike, king of terrors! I fear not the blow; Jesus hath broken the bars of the tomb; Joyfully, joyfully will I go home. Bright will the morn of eternity dawn, Death shall be banished, his scepter be gone; Joyfully, then, shall I witness his doom, Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home. Topics: Spiritual Songs; The Pilgrim's Progress