Who shall yet return from high,
Rob'd in might and majesty,
Hear us! help us when we cry!
Jesus! hear, and save!
HYMN LXVIII. P. M.
LORD, we sit and cry to Thee,
Like the blind beside the way;
Make our darken'd souls to see
The glory of Thy perfect day!
Lord, rebuke our sullen night,
And give thyself unto our sight!
Lord, we do not ask to gaze
On our dim and earthly sun,
But the light that still shall blaze
When ev'ry star its course hath run,
The light that gilds thy blest abode,
The glory of the Lamb of God!
VHEN rising from the bed of death,
O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker face to face,
O! how shall I appear?
2 If yet while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought;
3 When Thou, O Lord, shall stand disclos'd In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,
O! how shall I appear?
4 Lord, see the sorrows of my heart,
Ere yet it be too late;
And hear my Saviour's dying groans,
To give those sorrows weight!
5 For never shall my soul despair
Thy pardon to procure,
Since Christ, thine only Son, hath died,
To make that pardon sure.
1 WHILE health and strength and youth
And pleasure flows uncheck'd by pain,
May I, O Lord, my soul prepare,
By faith, by penitence, and prayer!
2 So, when the snares of sin are spread
Around my unsuspecting head,
His grace shall Satan's power controul,
And from temptation guard my soul.
3 So, when the cares of life molest,
And rob my doubting mind of rest,
Thy word shall bid the tempest cease,
And calm my anxious breast to peace.
4. And when my youth and strength decay,
And life's vision fleets away,
Eternal bliss my soul shall prove
In realms of everlasting love.
HYMN LXXI. C. M., D.
10 LORD, turn not thy face away,
From them that lowly lie,
Lamenting sore their sinful life,
With tears and bitter cry!
Thy mercy-gates are open wide
To them that mourn their sin
O shut them not against us, Lord,
But let us enter in!
2 We need not to confess our fault,
For surely Thou canst tell:
What we have done, and what we are,
Thou knowest, Lord, full well:
Wherefore, to beg and to entreat,
With prayers we come to Thee,
As children that have done amiss
Fall at their father's knee.
3 And need we then, O Lord, repeat
The blessing which we crave,
When thou dost know before we speak
The thing that we would have.
Mercy, O Lord! mercy we seek!
This is our only prayer:
In mercy, Lord, is all our hope;
O let thy mercy spare!
HYMN LXXII. L. M.
THE Lord shall reign where'er the sun
Doth his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.
2 To Him shall endless prayer be made,
To Him eternal honours paid;
His Name, like holy incense, rise
With ev'ry morning sacrifice.
3 Remotest realms shall own His sway, And mightiest kings His power obey; Him babes and sucklings shall proclaim, Their lisping tongues shall bless his Name. 4 Blessings abound where'er He reigns: The captive drops his loosen'd chains; The weary find eternal rest;
And all the sons of want are blest.
5 In loftiest strains, with one accord,
Let all creation bless the Lord:
Let heav'n and earth their voices raise,
To sound His everlasting praise.
1 SONGS of praise the angels sang,
Heav'n with hallelujahs rang,
When Jehovah's work begun,
When He spake, and it was done.
2 Songs of praise awoke the morn,
When the Prince of Peace was born;
Songs of praise arose, when He
Captive led captivity.
3 Heav'n and earth must pass away,
Songs of praise shall crown that day :
God will make new heav'ns and earth,
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
4 And shall man alone be dumb,
Till that glorious kingdom come?
No! the Church delights to raise
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise.
[OW can we adore,
Or worthily sing,
Thy goodness and power,
Our God, and our King!
With honour and blessing
Before Thee we fall,
Most gladly confessing
Thee Father of all.
The heav'ns and the earth,
The water and air,
To Thee owe their birth,
Subsist by thy care:
While angels are singing
Thy praises above,
We mortals are bringing
Our tribute of love.
How great was Thy love!
How wondrous Thy grace!
Thou cam'st from above
To save a lost race;
And, man to deliver,
Of woman wast born,
That ev'ry believer
To God might return.
HYMN LXXV. c. M.
HELP us, Lord! each hour of need
Thy heav'nly succour give;
Help us in thought, and word, and deed,
Each hour on earth we live!
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