Compasses with angel-bands, Bids them bear us in his hands: Parents, friends, 'twas God bestow'd, Life and all descend from God.
2 He this flowery carpet spread,
Made the earth on which we tread: God refreshes in the air;
Covers with the clothes we wear; Feeds us with the food we eat; Cheers us by his light and heat: Makes his sun on us to shine:- All our blessings are divine.
3 Give him, then, and ever give, Thanks for all that we receive! Man we for his kindness love; How much more our God above! Worthy thou our heavenly Lord, To be honour'd and ador'd: God of all-creating grace! Take the everlasting praise.
P.M.-Praise for Creation, Preservation, and Redemption.
1 O HEAVENLY King,
Look down from above;
Assist us to sing
Thy mercy and love: So sweetly o'erflowing, So plenteous the store, Thou still art bestowing, And giving us more. 2 O God of our life,
We hallow thy name! Our business and strife, Is thee to proclaim;
Accept our thanksgiving For creating grace! The living, the living
Shall shew forth thy praise.
3 Our Father and Lord, Almighty art Thou! Preserv'd by thy word, We worship thee now. The bountiful Donor Of all we enjoy :
Our tongues to thy honour, And lives we employ.
4 But, O! above all,
Thy kindness we praise, From sin and from thrall, Which saves the lost race; Thy Son thou hast given, The world to redeem, And bring us to heaven, Whose trust is in him.
5 Wherefore of thy love We sing and rejoice, With angels above We lift up our voice: Thy love each believer Shall gladly adore;
For ever and ever,
When time is no more.
P.M.-Blessing God for Spiritual Blessings in Christ. Eph. i. 3.
1 LOUD be thy name ador'd,
Thy titles spread abroad, Of Christ, our glorious Lord, The Father and the God!
Through such a Son, Thy Church's Head, Thine honours spread O'er worlds unknown.
2 Ten thousand gifts of love
From Thee, through Him, descend; And bear our souls above,
To joys that never end:
To heaven they soar, Sustain'd by God,
And through the road His arm adore.
3 Ten thousand songs of praise Shall by the Saviour rise, And through eternal days, Shall echo round the skies: New shouts we'll give, And loud proclaim The honour'd Name, By which we live.
C.M.-Praise to the Redeemer.
1 TO Christ the Lord, let every tongue Its noblest tribute bring: When he's the subject of the song Who can refuse to sing?
2 Survey the beauties of his face, And on his glories dwell: Think on the wonders of his grace, And all his triumphs tell.
3 Majestic sweetness sits enthron'd Upon his awful brow:
His head with radiant glories crown'd, His lips with grace o'erflow.
4 No mortal can with him compare, Among the sons of men: Fairer is he than all the fair That fill the heavenly train.
5 He saw me plung'd in deep distress, He flew to my relief;
For me he bore the shameful cross, And carried all my grief.
6 To him I owe my life and breath, And all the joys I have:
He makes me triumph over death, And saves me from the grave.
7 His hand a thousand blessings pours Upon my guilty head;
His presence gilds my darkest hours, And guards my sleeping bed.
8 To heaven, the place of his abode, He brings my weary feet; Shews me the glories of my God, And makes my joys complete.
9 Since from his bounty I receive Such proofs of love divine, Had I a thousand hearts to give, Lord, they should all be thine.
P.M.-Praise for Redeeming Love.
1 NOW begin the heavenly theme, Sing aloud in Jesus' name: Ye, who his salvation prove, Triumph in redeeming love.
2 Ye, who see the Father's grace Beaming in the Saviour's face, As to Canaan on ye move, Praise and bless redeeming love.
3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears, Banish all your guilty fears; See your guilt and curse remove, Cancell❜d by redeeming love. 4 Ye, alas! who long have been] Willing slaves of death and sin, Now from bliss no longer rove, Stop, and taste redeeming love. 5 Welcome all, by sin opprest, Welcome to his sacred rest: Nothing brought him from above- Nothing but redeeming love.
6 He subdu'd the infernal powers; Those tremendous foes of ours, From their cursed empire drove; Mighty in redeeming love.
7 Hither then your music bring, Strike aloud each cheerful string; Mortals join the hosts above, Join to praise redeeming love.
1 THOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb! We love to hear of thee; No music's like thy charming name, Nor half so sweet can be.
2 O let us ever hear thy voice In mercy to us speak!
And in our Priest will we rejoice, Thou great Melchisedec.
3 Our Jesus shall be still our theme, While in this world we stay;
We'll sing our Jesus' lovely name, When all things else decay.
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