When I lie upon my bed,
Sick in heart, and sick in head,
And with doubts disquieted,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me.
When the house doth sigh, and weep,
And the world is drowned in sleep,
Yet mine eyes the watch do keep,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me.
When the tempter me pursu❜th,
With the sins of all my youth,
And condemns me with untruth,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me.
When the judgment is revealed,
And that opened, which was sealed,
When to Thee I have appealed,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me.
HOLY, Holy, Holy, Lord
God of hosts! when heaven, and earth Out of darkness, at Thy word
Issued into glorious birth.
All Thy works around Thee stood,
And Thine eye beheld them good,
While they sang with sweet accord,
"Holy, holy, holy, Lord!"
Holy, holy, holy! Thee,
One Jehovah, evermore,
Father, Son, and Spirit! we,
Dust, and ashes, would adore.
Lightly by the world esteemed,
From that world by Thee redeemed,
Sing we here with glad accord,
Holy, holy, holy, Lord!
Holy, holy, holy! all
Heaven's triumphant choir shall sing, When the ransomed nations fall
At the footstool of their King :
Then shall saints, and seraphim,
Harps, and voices swell one hymn,
Blending in sublime accord,
Holy, holy, holy, Lord!
SONGS of praise the angels sang,
Heaven with hallelujahs rang;
When Jehovah's work begun;
When He spake, and it was done.
Songs of praise awoke the morn,
When the Prince of Peace was born,
Songs of praise arose, when He
Captive led captivity.
Heaven, and earth must pass away,
Songs of praise shall crown that day;
God will make new heavens, and earth,
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
And shall man alone be dumb,
Till that glorious kingdom come?
No! the church delights to raise,
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise.
Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice,
Learning here, by faith, and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.
Borne upon their latest breath,
Songs of praise shall conquer death;
Then amidst eternal joy,
Songs of praise their powers employ.
WHEN our heads are bowed with woe,
When our bitter tears o'erflow,
When we mourn the lost, the dear,
Gracious Son of Mercy, hear!
Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn,
Thou our mortal griefs hast borne,
Thou hast shed the human tear;
Gracious Son of Mercy, hear!
When the sullen death-bell tolls
For our own departing souls,
When our final doom is near,
Gracious Son of Mercy, hear!
Thou hast bowed the dying head,
Thou the blood of life hast shed,
Thou hast filled a mortal bier;
Gracious Son of Mercy, hear!
When the heart is sad within,
With the thought of all its sin;
When the spirit shrinks with fear,
Gracious Son of Mercy, hear!
Thou the shame, the grief hast known,
Though the sins were not Thine own,
Thou hast deigned their load to bear,
Gracious Son of Mercy, hear!
WHEN Christ the Lord would come on earth,
His Messenger before Him went,
The greatest born of mortal birth,
On high prophetic mission sent.
Yet all, that here in worship bend,
Have honour greater far, than He;
He was the Bridegroom's joyful friend,
His Body, and His Spouse are we.
A higher race, the sons of light,
Of water, and the spirit born;
He, the last star of parting night,
And we, the children of the morn.
Boldly He spake, the heaven-taught word,
Yet joyed He in the Bridegroom's voice,
So may Thy pastors teach, oh Lord,
So Thy Church hearken, and rejoice.
Lo! the lilies of the field,
How their leaves instruction yield!
Hark to Nature's lesson given
By the blessed birds of Heaven!
Every bush, and tufted tree
Warbles sweet philosophy:
'Mortal, fly from doubt, and sorrow!
God provideth for the morrow!"
"Say, with richer crimson glows
The kingly mantle, than the rose ?
Say, have kings more wholesome fare,
Than we, poor citizens of air?
Barns, nor hoarded grain have we,
Yet we carol merrily."
"Mortal, fly from doubt, and sorrow!
God provideth for the morrow!"
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