Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life be past;
Safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last.
2. Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me;
All my trust on thee is stay'd,
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my
defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
3. Thou, O Christ, art all I want,
More than all in thee I find!
Raise the fall'n, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name,
I am all unrighteousness:
Vile and full of sin I am;
Thou art full of truth and grace.
4. Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to pardon all our sin;
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity!
HYMN 15. 7s.
ONS of men, behold from far,
Hail the long expected Star;
Jacob's Star, that gilds the night,
Guides bewilder'd nature right.
Fear not hence that ill should flow;
Wars and pestilence be low;
Wars it bids, and tumults cease,
Ush'ring in the Prince of Peace.
2. Mild he shines on all beneath,
Piercing through the shades of death,
Scatt'ring error's wide-spread night,
Kindling darkness into light.
Nations all, far off and near,
Haste to see your God appear;
Haste, for him your hearts prepare,
Meet him, manifested there.
3. There behold the Day-spring rise,
Pouring eye-sight on our eyes;
God in his own light survey,
Shining to the perfect day;
Sing, ye morning stars, again,
God descends on earth to reign;
Deigns for man his life t' employ;
Shout, ye sons of God, for joy!
Redeeming Love.] HYMN 16. 7s.
N Sing aloud in Jesus' name;
TOW begin the heav'nly theme,
Ye, who Jesus' kindness 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 oppress'd, Welcome to his sacred rest: Nothing brought him from above, Nothing-but redeeming love.
6. Hither, then, your music bring, Strike aloud each joyful string; Mortals, join the hosts above
Join to praise redeeming love.
German Hymn.] HYMN 17. 7s. [Village Hy.
OV'REIGN Ruler, Lord of all,
Prostrate at thy feet I fall:
Hear, oh hear my ardent cry,
Frown not, lest I faint and die.
2. Vilest of the sons of men, Worst of rebels I have been ! Oft abus'd thee to thy face, Trampled on thy richest grace!
3. Justly might thy vengeful dart Pierce this bleeding, broken heart; Justly might thy kindled ire
Blast me in eternal fire.
4. But with thee there's mercy found,
Balm to heal my ev'ry wound;
Sooth, oh sooth the troubled breast,
Give the weary wand'rer rest.
Dismission.] HYMN 18. 8s. & 7s. [Rippon.
ORD, dismiss us with thy blessing,
Fill our hearts with joy and peace;
Let us all, thy love possessing,
Triumph in redeeming grace.
2. Thanks we give, and adoration,
For the gospel's joyful sound;
May the fruit of thy salvation,
In our hearts and lives be found..
3. Jesus, thou art all compassion;
Pure, unbounded love thou art:
Visit us with thy salvation,
Enter every trembling heart.
O! he comes, in clouds descending,
Once for favor'd sinners slain :
Thousand, thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of his train.
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Amen.
2. Ev'ry eye shall now behold him,
Rob'd in dreadful majesty ;
Those who set at naught and sold him,
Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,
Shall the true Messiah see.
3. Ev'ry island, sea, and mountain,
Heav'n and earth shall flee away;
All who hate him, must, confounded,
Hear the trump proclaim the day;
Come to judgment,
Come to judgment, come away.
4. Now redemption, long expected,
See, in solemn pomp appear!
All his saints, by man rejected,
Now shall meet him in the air.
Hallelujah,
See the day of God appear.
L. Divine.] HYMN 20. 8s. & 7s. [Whitefield.
LOVE divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heav'n to earth come down!
Fix in us thy humble dwelling;
All thy faithful mercies crown;
Jesus, thou art all compassion,
Pure, unbounded love thou art:
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