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O THOU from whom all goodness flows,
I lift my heart to thee;
In all my conflicts, pain, and woes,
Good Lord, remember me.
When on my fearful, burden'd heart,
My sins press heavily ;
Thy pardon grant, thy peace impart:
Good Lord, remember me.
If strong temptations crowd my way,
And ills I cannot flee;
Let strength be equal to my day :
Good Lord, remember me.
When in the solemn hour of death
I bow to thy decree,
Be this the pray’r of my last breath,
Good Lord, remember me ! 125. MARTYRDOM.
OUR Father sits on yonder throne,
Amidst the hosts above :
He reigns throughout the world alone,
He reigns the God of love.
He knew us, when we knew him not,
Was with us, though unseen;
His favours come to us unsought,
His love has wondrous been.
He gives us hope that we shall be
Ere long with him above;
That we shall there his glory see,
And celebrate his love.
Then let us, while we dwell below,
Obey our Father's voice;
To all his will with meekness bow,
And in his name rejoice.
OUR spirits join t'adore the Lamb;
O that our feeble lips could move
In streams immortal as his name,
And melting as his dying love !
Was ever equal pity found?
The Prince of heav'n resigns his breath;
His precious blood bedews the ground,
To ransom guilty worms from death.
We sinners broke our Maker's law;
He from the threat'ning sets us free,
Bears the full vengeance on his cross,
And nails the curses to the tree.
Here we would wash our deepest stains,
And heal our wounds with heav'nly blood :
Bless'd fountain ! springing from the veins
Of Jesus, our incarnate God.
PRAISE to the Lord, who left the sky,
Where thrones and pow'rs his word obey;
And laid his awful glory by,
To dwell with us in mortal clay.
With us he bore the tempter's strife,
And all the woe that sin hath wrought;
Yet brightly through his spotless life,
Display the sacred truths he taught.
A friend and brother's name he gave
To those he suffer'd to redeem;
He rose to glory from the grave,
As we shall rise to reign with him.
The Holy Spirit leads us on,
Where he our great example trod;
And, through his righteousness alone,
We come with humble faith to God.
POUR down thy Spirit, gracious Lord,
On all assembled here;
May we receive th’ engrafted word
With meekness, and with fear.
Through faith in thee the soul receives
New life, though dead before;
And he who in thy name believes,
Shall live, to die no more.
Preserve the power of faith alive
In those who fear thy name;
For sin and Satan daily strive
To quench the sacred flame.
To thee we look, to thee we bow,
On thee for help we call;
Our life and resurrection thou;
Our hope, our joy, our all.
129. PORTSMOUTH NEW. P, M. (4-6's & 2-8's.)
REJOICE! the Lord is King!
Your Lord and King adore;
His glorious conquests sing ;
And triumph evermore
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice, ye saints of God, rejoiee.
He sits at God's right hand,
Till all his foes submit
And bow to his command,
Or fall beneath his feet.
Lift up, &c.
Rejoice! the Lord will come
Triumphant from the skies;
And glorious from the tomb
Shall all his saints arise.
We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice :
The trump of God shall sound “ Rejoice.”
ROCK of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee !
Let the water and the blood
From thy riven side which flow'd,
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and pow'r.
Not the labours of my hands
Can fulfil the law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone:
Thou must save, and thou alone.
Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling;
Helpless, look to thee for grace,
Guilty, plead thy righteousness :
Vile, I to the Fountain fly,
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyelids close in death,
When I soar through tracts unknown,
When I see the judgment throne,
Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.
SALVATION! Oh the joyful sound,
What pleasure to our ears !
A sov'reign balm for ev'ry wound,
A cordial for our fears.
Chorus.—Glory, honour, praise, and power,
Be unto the Lamb for ever;
Jesus Christ is our Redeemer;
Hallelujah! praise ye the Lord.
Salvation ! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around;
While all the armies of the sky
Shall join to raise the sound.
Glory, honour, &c.
Salvation ! oh redeeming Lord !
To thee the praise belongs :
Salvation shall inspire our hearts,
And animate our songs.
Glory, honour, &c. 132.
WARSAW. P. m. (4-7's.)
SAVIOUR, Lord, we look to thee,
Let us in thy name agree :
Each to each unite, endear,
Come, and spread thy banner here !
Let us for each other care,
Each the other's burden bear,
To thy church the pattern give,
Shew how true believers live.
Free from anger and from pride,
Let us thus in God abide;
All the depths of love express,
All the heights of holiness.
Let us then with joy remove
To the family above :
On the wings of angels fly;
Shew how true believers die.