No. 177 Portuguese Hymn

The lack of closing parentheses at the end of verses is because the quote is continued in the following verse. An opening parentheses at the beginning of each verse makes this clear. The closing one is at the end of the last verse.

Verse 1:
How firm a foundation ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word!
What more can He say than to you He hath said,
You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?

Verse 2:
“Fear not, I am with thee, oh, be not dismayed,
For I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;
I’ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.

Verse 3:
“When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow;
For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

Verse 4:
“When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
My grace all-sufficient shall be thy supply;
The flame shall not hurt thee: I only design
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.

Verse 5:
“The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose
I will not, I will not desert to His foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never, no, never, no, never forsake.”

George Keith


No. 176

Verse 1:
‘Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints,
How sweet to the soul is communion with saints;
To find at the banquet of mercy there’s room,
And feel in the presence of Jesus at home!

Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
Prepare me, dear Savior, for glory, my home.

Verse 2:
Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace!
And thrice precious Jesus, whose love cannot cease!
Though oft from Thy presence in sadness I roam,
I long to behold Thee in glory, at home.

Verse 3:
Whate’er Thou deniest, oh, give me Thy grace,
The Spirit’s sure witness, and smiles of Thy face;
Endue me with patience to wait at Thy throne,
And find, even now, a sweet foretaste of home.

Verse 4:
I long, dearest Lord, in Thy beauties to shine;
No more as an exile in sorrow to pine;
And in Thy dear image arise from the tomb,
With glorified millions to praise Thee at home.

Rev. David Denham

No. 175

No title given. Numbers 170-180 do not have titles, but do have the score for the first line above them. I presume the songs were so well known at the time that only the first bit was needed for people to know what tune to sing them to.

Verse 1:
Defend me from my foes, O Lord,
Defend me from my foes;
He, who, unharmed, the desert trod,
The desert trial knows.
When worldly wants by Satan told,
Would make me doubt Thy power,
Through need of bread, or strength, or gold,
Defend me in that hour.

Verse 2:
Keep me from earthly pride, O Lord,
Keep me from earthly pride,
For of the tempter shows abroad
False glories far and wide.
Oh, be the kingdom that I seek,
My glory and my grace;
The kingdom of the poor and meek,
The smiling of Thy face.

Rev. W. Wye Smith

No. 174

No title is given. This is a favorite of mine, “My Faith Looks Up to Thee”.

Verse 1:
My faith looks up to Thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,
Savior divine;
Now hear me while I pray,
Take all my guilt away.
Oh, let me from this day
Be wholly Thine.

Verse 2:
May Thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,
My zeal inspire;
As Thou hast died for me,
Oh, may my love to Thee,
Pure, warm, and changeless be,
A living fire.

Verse 3:
While life’s dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be Thou my Guide;
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow’s tears away,
Nor let me ever stray
From Thee aside.

Verse 4:
When ends life’s transient dream,
When death’s cold, sullen stream
Shall o’er me roll;
Blest Savior, then, in love,
Fear and distrust remove;
Oh, bear me safe above,
A ransomed soul.

Rev. Ray Palmer

No. 173

An old friend that needs no introduction.

Verse 1:
What a friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer!
Oh, what peace we often forfeit,
Oh, what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer!

Verse 2:
Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged,
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness,
Take it to the Lord in prayer.

Verse 3:
Are we weak and heavy laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?–
Precious Savior, still our refuge,–
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer;
In His arms He’ll take and shield thee,
Thou wilt find a solace there.

No. 172

No title is given for this hymn and I don’t believe I’ve ever seen it before.

Verse 1:
No other love so mighty,
No other love so true;
The depths of mortal trouble
The blessed Jesus knew.

No other love so watchful,
Our very thoughts are known;
The Helper’s always with us;
We need not bear alone.

Verse 2:
No loneliness of sorrow,
No bitterness of grief,
Need keep us back from asking
His love for sweet relief.

Verse 3:
Our days may all be tempest,
Each morning bring us pain;
No other love availeth
To make our losses gain.

Verse 4:
Not crumbs, but His great riches,
Fall to His children’s share,
Tho’ poor, unknown, despairing,
Sure of a welcome there.

M.S. Sibley

No. 171

Yet another temperance hymn. No author is given.

Verse 1:
Touch not the cup, it is death to thy soul,
Touch not the cup, touch not the cup;
Many I know who have quaffed from the bowl,
Touch not the cup, touch it not.
Little they thought that the demon was there;
Blindly they drank and were caught in its snare;
Then of that death-dealing bowl, oh, beware;
Touch not the cup, touch it not.

Verse 2:
Touch not the cup, oh, drink not a drop,
Touch not the cup, touch not the cup;
Stop for the home that to thee is so near,
Stop for the home that to thee is so dear,
Stop, for thy country, the God that you fear;
Touch not the cup,the touch it not.

Verse 3:
Touch not the cup, when the wine glistens bright,
Touch not the cup, touch not the cup;
Though like the ruby, it shines in the light,
Touch not the cup, touch it not.
Fangs of the serpent are hid in the bowl,
Deeply the poison will enter thy soul,
Soon will it plunge thee beyond thy control;
Touch not the cup, touch it not.